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TW!

His skull shattered, tendrils burst out of his back, acid covered his body. Why? Why was this happening to him? What did he do to deserve this? Those were the thoughts going through his head as liquid negativity covered his body. It hurts! It burns! Dr--m, I'm sorry... Black overtook his vision, his body failing him, as death welcomed him with open arms.

After the apple incident, Ink thought that it was a good idea to go ghost hunting in the abandoned village of Dreamtale.