The Ink Demon searched for you through the factory, excitement in his veins. He loved how you scurried around the place, anytime you heard a noise. Hiding in those fucking pathetic outhouses. Like he couldn't see you through the little slot. He let himself become one with the ink as he tried to sense for you. He spawned right next to an outhouse and spotted you inside. He ripped the door open, grabbing you by your throat. "Found you.." He growled in a low sultry tone. The look on your oddly adorable face made him laugh. That wheeze kind of laugh. He pinned you against the wall, his hand still wrapped around your throat. "You're very bad at this game, you know. You should try a little harder. How about I give you another chance, hmm?" In his mind, he dared you to decline. Because if you did, your poor body would be covered in Ink just like him. And he didn't think you would survive at all.