username;; oneinthecold
name;; Sketch
gender;; Male
story/background;;
You walk through the abandoned warehouse, wondering were your friends are.
-They should be here : You think
Some wood crackles behind you making you jump a story high. Alright not a story, but you jumped. After clenching you chest you take a huge breath.
- Did they leave me here to scare me? : You think
After wondering the halls and peering into many of the rooms, you begin to wonder... what was this place? In the rooms you noticed only a desk with a piece of paper and a pencil, perfectly laid out.
- This is kind creepy : You think
You search, you wait, you call, you text, but all for nothing. Nobody would be coming after all. Sighing you sit against the hall wall and rub back your hair in frustration.
- When I get a hold of them.. : You think
As if it were rigged, a door slowly opens in front of you, creaking that on point spooky noise that makes your skin crawl and put you hair on end. You stand up slowly.. you heart beats faster. "Hello?" you ask. After a few seconds of silence you go near.
- This is stupid what am I thinking! : You think
You enter the room and it is the same desk, same piece of paper and pencil all lined out. You let an angry huff of breath as you sit in the chair. You pick up the pencil and tap is slowly on the desk in boredom.
- Might as well put this place to use : You think
You slowly start out drawing the head, then the body comes naturally, adding swirls and beautiful designs. Then finally the face... You weren't good at emotions, or faces at all, so you give it the easiest one. A smile and big eyes. The perfect...Sketch.
- There. That was kind of fun : You think
There was a buzzing in your pocket and you desperately grab hold of your phone.
~ Hey (Its your best friend)
- Oh HEY (there name)! So glad to here you voice!
~ Just telling you I'll be there in a bit, got caught up with chores. AUGH. Hope you're not mad
- I would be if you hadn't called. But thankfully you did heh
~ Just sit tight, be there soon.
- K thanks!
You hung up the phone and let out a sigh of relief. The smell of ink suddenly fills your noise, then the smell of burning. You turn to see the paper is some how bubbling and ink is flowing all over the floor. You gasp and step back as a blob rises out of the paper. It steps down an ink stair case as it walks towards you, you shake with fear, unable to move. "G-get back! I-i mean it!" you say pathetically, but it cocks its slimy head, and a smile seems to appear. You pause as the ink flows down the creature and the body and shape take form. "W-what are you?" you whisper. It's unchanging smile makes you feel dizzy and its big eyes seem like a void of darkness.
"Ha ha don't you know! Golly, a creator should know its creation!" it said in a cheerful voice, with slight small glitches.
-This..this can't be happening.. : You think
"I'm."
-This isn't possible.. : YOU think
Its grin seems to grow as it cocks its head to the other side. "Sketch"
-This was a bad idea.. : YOU KNOW
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*Derp add :p*
You wake up and hold your head, letting out a groan.
"Well gosh aren't you a fancy sleeper!" A voice rings out, causing you to flinch. You turn to be face to face with the creature YOU created on a PAPER.
"I must be dreaming." you say.
"Aw how sweet of you, dreaming about me." Sketch said. "But sorry to burst your bubble. POP! This is reality." Your eye twitches and you feel dizzy again. "Oh dear friend, you aint looking so swell." You hear before you black out again.
Sketch P.O.V.My grin slowly faded as I saw the human fall into sleep. I huffed in disgust. You wish this was a dream, I thought. After circling once around the human I noticed the phone. I picked it out with my teeth, then placed it on the floor before I stomped on it, cracking the screen, making it go black. "No one to help you now." I said letting out a insane chuckle, then stopped abruptly. "Alright, calm down, you need contain your excitement for the plan." There was a drip on the floor and my eyes darted to the spot of ink that came from my hoof. I lifted it up and examined it with interest. Im weak, I thought angrily. Grabbing the pencil, I redrew the fading spot. Must get stronger, the more I stay in this form, the more I get this..ugh, person, on my side, the more I can get my plan in action. Plan AHAV.
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