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#Inktobertale2026 Day 21: Prisoner "I said I was sorry!!!!" Error pulled the strings tighter, forcing a squeak out of Ink. He nodded in satisfaction before yanking on one, hoisting Ink about 15 feet into the air. Ink swung in a slow circle, coming to face Fresh. "First time, brah?"
Show PostThey both snorted. From somewhere below, Error grumbled. "Quiet uppp there, i-i-idiots!" "Nah, I'm a repeat offender!" "Yeah, you lookin pretty offensive!" They both giggled. Error groaned. "I-I-I'm WARNING you. Shut-ut uppp!" "If you think THAT's offensive, you should see how I smell!"
Show Post"How DO you smell with no noseph, broseph?" "I know, right? It doesn't make any scents!" Both Ink and Fresh broke out into peals of laughter. Error screamed, and a portal ripped open next to Ink and Fresh. "Whoa whoa whoa hey whoaaaa--!" Fresh and Ink struggled as Error yanked the string again,
Show Postsending them careening through the portal. A crook of his finger, and it traveled down to him. He poked his head through to survey his accuracy. Fresh and Ink lay sprawled in the middle of Nightmare's dinner table, covered in what looked like brunch. Nightmare's head shot up, and he fixed Error
Show Postwith a look of absolute loathing. "ERROR!" "TheY're you-our pro-o-o-o-o-blem now, bINch!!" Error's head disappeared, and his portal closed quickly after. Ink and Fresh glanced around at the various faces of the bad guys staring them down. "So, uh, come here often?"
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