There are 2 different multiverses that are next to each other. One that is made simply of Code and Data, being made by the Game Creators, used for entertainment by the Players, and are managed by the Out-Codes, as well as any being that has gained t...
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Spilled Ink could not help but reflect on all the good times that he had, when he was with Paperjam and Gradient, who was still like his original self, back when they all had a good time, and messed around. Especially when they had no one, except for Paperjam to parent them all around, and when he was able to hang out with Bluescreen and Blueprint, before all of this happened. This made Spilled Ink unhappy, as he wishes for all thing to be back to normal, but he knows very well in his very soul that this sort of thing will not happen, and this is forever his life. Forever Gradient's and Bluescreen's life, but at least Bluescreen only saw the fight that brought them to this Earth, and was able to stay alive in the Omega Timeline, unlike him and Gradient, who was exposed to the stain of Alphatale, though Gradient was exposed to most of the problems, due to the fact that he had to work with Error404, though Spilled Ink, he has no idea of who Error404 is, or where he came from. All he knows is of his appearance, and the strength level pf his power, which is absolutely crushing to Spilled Ink.
As Spilled Ink looked down at the ground, as he began to think of a plan of what to do in the situation that he is in right now, suddenly...he heard something from one of the entrances. A clatter, and some footsteps.
This made Spilled Ink turn around at the direction of where it had come from, all from where the entrance was at. He narrowed his eyes, as warning signs took shape inside of his eye sockets, which narrowed, before he then grabbed onto his pen, and he then manipulated the ink inside of his pen, and made a sword made of paint. Spilled Ink maybe a destroyer, but that does not mean that he can't create. After all, he is a child of Ink. He looks at the direction of the noise, and spoke out.
"Who's there?"
Silence at first, as Spilled Ink's eyes began to glow dangerously, as he is ready to attack whoever it is that seems to be ready to attack him. He does not know who it is, but he needs to be ready for anything. After all, he has no idea who or what it might be that is ready to attack. It is unlikely that it is Ink or Infected, due to the fact that they are most likely unaware of this place, but he does not doubt that it must be an SCP that is ready to attack. He gripped his paint sword, and is ready to attack, when suddenly...a female voice spoke out from where the entrance is at.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm friendly!"
This made Spilled Ink stop, as he looked to see who it is that is coming from the entrance. And obviously, it does not sound threatening. And even more ridiculous, it sounds like the voice of a normal teenage girl. Spilled Ink puts away his paint sword by turning it into its normal state, and he looks to see that there is a humanoid figure coming. Spilled Ink watches, and watches, as the humanoid then came out from the shadows, and Spilled Ink was surprised at the sight that has appeared before his eye sockets.
