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It was lightly snowing at the community center. It was just after their nightly painting workshop, and newspapers and paintbrushes (the paint on them was too dry and crusty to remove) were being thrown into the dumpster behind the coral-coloured bricks of the building. The volunteer put the bucket of trash down and sighed, muttering about how heavy it was. Just past the short fence around the dumpster, there were two seemingly floating glowing shapes. Not really casting light, but still brighter than their surroundings. They were in the shape of a red target and a yellow star. Upon seeing the strange glowing shapes, the volunteer held up the heavy bucket. "Wh-whoever's there, I-I'm a-armed!" He let out a small yelp when the glowing-eyed figure came into the light.
It was a humanoid skeleton, with a long brown scarf, walking on all fours. The creature hissed at the man and came closer. "P-p-please, don't kill me, t-t-t-take my money instead!" the man yelled, holding out his wallet. The skeleton just sat on the snowy pavement like a dog, hyper fixated on the bucket of art supplies. Once he skittered closer, the man threw a paintbrush at his head, which the little… monster caught in his mouth and proceeded to suck off all of the cakey pink paint. A far off shout could be heard over the clatter of the colourful trash being dumped into the dumpster.
“INK, STOP WALKING AROUND ON ALL FOURS AND TERRORIZING PEOPLE!!” The short man let out a loud hiss and skittered into the dumpster to feast on more art supplies. An older volunteer walked out. “What’s taking so long, need some help there?” she said. Two yellow stars, just like the eyes of ‘Ink’, were walking towards the dumpster. “Should I be afraid of these things?” asked the man.
“Are you talking about the brown one? If so, he just likes eating paint and causing chaos!” The woman replied. The owner of the yellow eyelights was now in the view of the light. And he looked quite mad. Then, he opened the dumpster. “Ink! Get out!” he screamed, dragging out his friend. “Sorry about that, I should probably get a leash for him! Or he could stop acting like a FERAL ANIMAL!” Ink replied with an angry noise like a cat. With Ink still walking on all fours, the duo headed home.
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Chaos-inducing paint-eater (Ink) by @comyet
The Sensible One™ (Dream) by @jokublog
Story by me :0D (aka @inkthesans)