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Okay, Ink somehow got his hands on a bit of Noot-Noot's goop. He thought to himself, ''What should I do with it? More importantly, will Nightmare need it back?'' So he ended up writing down to keep it and see what happens. Ink put the small blob of black goo on his desk and went to sleep. After all, it was quite late.
The light of the 'sun' shone through Ink's bedroom window as he sat up in bed and stretched his arms up into the air, loudly yawning as he did so. Ink sat on the side of his bed, looking around the room. There was the window, his desk with miscellaneous art supplies, the paint-splattered chair, the mini Nightmare on the floor- waaaaaaaaiiiiiit a sec - the mini Nightmare on the floor?????
Well, nothing remained of the goop on his desk, aside from a small amount of residue. That explained where the small Nightmare might have come from. Ink got out of his bed and grabbed the small Nightmare. It started to strangle his fingers. ''Please stop,'' Ink said. The small goopy boi stopped squeezing Ink's fingers and simply hung on. ''Good Noot-Noot!'' Ink said happily, stretching his unoccupied hand and petting the smol bean. Noot started to purr like a cat, his one free tentacle waving calmly.