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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 couldn't have been better unless I didn't know I was the only one with a 4.00 GPA, because then I wouldn't know why I was so greatly appreciated at school." Even though everything he said was true, he felt complete hatred towards his parents.
They never let him out with "the bad kids" but only with his cousins, handpicked friends, or trusted adults. He was the most popular, the smartest, the best student, but it was all crafted just like his life. On the inside he was as black as night, evil and manipulative. Even then he was still warm-hearted, kind, and
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.
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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 circle's black light shone against the smooth ooze surface, but then the earth shook and the light turned red. He grew scared the book said if there was an error in the summon the light would turn red to signify all the blood that would be lost. Mostly from the summoner. The boy ran for his life. He knew that he would have to, so he could get a head start. After he got to a hill he looked back at his house. The house shattered into splinters, for a split moment he felt happiness knowing the his hell had no specific place in the world.
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 didn't know exactly where the master is. Surprisingly it had no eyes, the monster then realized how much of a set back this was and protruded an eyeball. The monster searched and searched for 50 minutes, but to no avail. The monster finaly spread out its mass in spikes that were razor sharp and hit the boy in the shoulder. he didn't yell in pain afraid that the monster would hear him. The sneaky monster left some ink on the boy. As he walked out into the barely rising sun, the monster kept inside the shadow of the monster. as it was about the impale him, it heard it's master's thoughts. The boy admired the monster, even though it immediatly tried to kill him. The boy loved the monster more than anything and would summon it again somehow after the monster died. during the monsters reflection it's halted spikes dripped ink. The monster encased the boy and started fusing into him. The monster shed its unnescessary mass. The boy dripped with ink as
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