“The Dark Puddles awaken”

You hear a voice, going through the studio. But this voice.. you couldn’t see anyone. The voice sounded like it was in ink. It was a dark voice.

“A voice… a soul.”

you saw a shadow of something large, something you haven’t seen before. It wasn’t a lost soul, or an ink creature, or a searcher.. it was something else. But before you could see more, the shadow disappeared.

“The ink speaks to me. It whispers your secrets.”

it goes silent as you walked down the hall, the one where the shadow was spotted. You crawl through the vent and the voice came back, Inky, deep, and dark.

“Who are you? Tell me your sweet name.. that I may devour it.”

it goes silent once more. You walk down a hall and spot a lever and a door. Connecting the dots, you start pulling on the lever. It seems to be more difficult than you expected. You heard a noise and looked over. It was the creature you saw earlier.. well it’s shadow. It was large, bigger than you. It stood in the doorway, its horns the most visible. As it got closer, its teeth were visible, as it filled its lower half of its face. A large mouth. But no eyes… but the most important part was its completely covered in ink, besides its overstretched and ripped glove and teeth. What was this thing? . . . was.. this the ink demon?