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The sun rose slowly that day confirming that he was alive, but then again how could he be so sure that he was alive. As he tried to recollect what happened he
He came back from school to the hell people called home. As he entered through the front door everything looked cleaned and spotless, though he knew this was only a disguise for the neighbors, and everybody else. As he forced a smile he hugged his parents, his oh so homely two-faced parents. They asked how was school with crafted smiles and murderouse eyes. He always replied with "Today went splended, it
They never let him out with "the bad
He stumbled upon a dark magic book titled Fear Craft. The book was at least two inches thick. He read what the book had to offer in less than hour, for a moment he thanked his parents for pushing his mental limits. Through his incredibly fast reading he stopped at a curious looking summoning spell, the name was barely readable. He again thanked his parents because he could readily read the name because he had great letter recognition. The name of the summoning spell seemed more like a name to the creature that he would summon, INK BLOOD. As he read all that he would need for the spell to work his face twisted up a menacing grin.
He then hurriedly ran back home, tied up his parents and frowned, he knew that his parents would need to be awake for the spell to work at its full potential. Another bit of information missing was their combined weight the book said not summon with sacrifice with more than double the weight of what your lifting limit is. The creature would lose the need for control and turn on
He woke up his parents with a stab to the gut after all preperations were complete they howled with pain, he knew something like this would happen and luckly there was a sound barrier spell in the book. As he poured ink into their forcefully opened mouths one at a time he chanted to bring forth the monster he so readily wanted to kill everyone with. After what seemed like hours of chanting the summon circle underneath his parents lit up bright green. Then into what seemed impossible, it shone black. The floor then turned into a tar substance pertruding arms up to grab the victims. The loving father and mother asked why was this happening when they gave him everything.
"To this day I have been living a lie,
With his last words, his parents were finally draged down into the pit and the pit soon over flooded with ink. I went and grew until the space it took up was 6ft long, it then compounded into a tall blob. The blob would have been hard to see with moonlight alone luckly the summon
The boy ran on knowing that the Ink Blood would follow him no matter what would happen to it. After what seemed like hours of running he encountered a warehouse he checked his watch, it was 5:00 am, luckly or unluckly the book had a useless solution to stopping a rogue monster. lead it on a chase until it is shone on with sunlight. The boy had around one hour to survive. The monster was a little faster than the boy and gradually caught up to him. The boy had hoped that the warehouse could help him avoid the monster, good thing is that this was true. The monster could only sense when his master is near but
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