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so this is a future scene in mine and my sister's ( creepypastamother ) roleplay.

so for some context, in the roleplay Ink is "emotionless" and soulless but Cross makes him feel things, like honest to god emotions and it scares him and this feeling of being scared scares him and it's just a miserable loop for the poor guy and Cross has no idea. so anyway, Ink was captured by the government in the RP and was experimented on because really, how does a monster survive without a soul? And they ended up beginning the process of making Ink into a living weapon and then insert the friendship breakup between Cross and Ink (but this time Ink wants Cross to stay safe so put on a big show of "never actually caring about him").

now onto this picture, the government finds out about Ink's blossoming feelings and so they put him through a new series of tests and experiments.

here is the aftermath blurb:

-- Ink ran through the halls of Justice Reigns, pushing guards and staff out of the way without a care. He didn't care that they probably hurt themselves during the fall, or that paperwork was being ruined and disorganized. He. Didn't. Care. All he cared about was getting away from the public eye, getting away from these large open rooms and crowded hallways. Ink didn't listen to the concerned shouting of his name, the angry and confused comments. His legs hurt, his back hurt...his chest hurt and he was so, so scared...he ran and ran and slammed into his bedroom door, it took him a minute before he could get a proper grasp on the handle and once he did he threw open the door and stepped in, slamming it shot behind him. Heaving and gulping for air he didn't notice his roommate, he didn't hear him. All he could hear were the sounds of machines and drips, his own screams and their calculated cold voices.

A touch to his shoulder brought him out of his memory and he looked up, blazing red eyes looked into worried white and red and he quickly began backing away. Red...red was blood. Red was danger. Red was...

Suddenly he was embraced by strong, comforting arms.

"It's okay." A familiar voice murmured at the side of his skull. "I got you old friend."

And he broke down crying, standing there as he was embraced by Cross and he felt...like everyone would be okay.

Description

so this is a future scene in mine and my sister's ( creepypastamother ) roleplay.

so for some context, in the roleplay Ink is "emotionless" and soulless but Cross makes him feel things, like honest to god emotions and it scares him and this feeling of being scared scares him and it's just a miserable loop for the poor guy and Cross has no idea. so anyway, Ink was captured by the government in the RP and was experimented on because really, how does a monster survive without a soul? And they ended up beginning the process of making Ink into a living weapon and then insert the friendship breakup between Cross and Ink (but this time Ink wants Cross to stay safe so put on a big show of "never actually caring about him").

now onto this picture, the government finds out about Ink's blossoming feelings and so they put him through a new series of tests and experiments.

here is the aftermath blurb:

-- Ink ran through the halls of Justice Reigns, pushing guards and staff out of the way without a care. He didn't care that they probably hurt themselves during the fall, or that paperwork was being ruined and disorganized. He. Didn't. Care. All he cared about was getting away from the public eye, getting away from these large open rooms and crowded hallways. Ink didn't listen to the concerned shouting of his name, the angry and confused comments. His legs hurt, his back hurt...his chest hurt and he was so, so scared...he ran and ran and slammed into his bedroom door, it took him a minute before he could get a proper grasp on the handle and once he did he threw open the door and stepped in, slamming it shot behind him. Heaving and gulping for air he didn't notice his roommate, he didn't hear him. All he could hear were the sounds of machines and drips, his own screams and their calculated cold voices.

A touch to his shoulder brought him out of his memory and he looked up, blazing red eyes looked into worried white and red and he quickly began backing away. Red...red was blood. Red was danger. Red was...

Suddenly he was embraced by strong, comforting arms.

"It's okay." A familiar voice murmured at the side of his skull. "I got you old friend."

And he broke down crying, standing there as he was embraced by Cross and he felt...like everyone would be okay.