From Murder to Dust

ATE - Extras 11

Hello!

First thing's first. There was a request for Ink conquering Leviathantale. I did research on Leviathantale, and I even made it to a part in which Ink had made it into the sea. But I couldn't finish it. I have no idea how one would conquer the sea, and several months of brainstorming didn't yield any results. I'm afraid Ink stands no chance against Leviathantale, and it remains free from his rule. Those darn guardians of the sea made too made any problems for me; if they caught on to Ink's plot in any way, they would have crushed him with water pressure and scattered his body parts across the oceans. If they didn't catch on, they would have been portrayed as idiots, and I don't like portraying characters as idiots. I'm sorry, but I could not write your request. I tried, and I failed.

Question: Could Ink clone Dust for his Kids and himself to have each their own one? Or would that be impossible due to Dust's broken Code?

Answer: Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately for Dusty), that's not possible. Not because of his broken code, but because of Dusty's inability to turn to dust. The cloning machines Ink uses depend on the presence of monster dust, which Dusty can't have.

Comments are welcome and appreciated!

Please enjoy!

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"Perfecting"

This short takes place in the "Replacement" timeline!

Classification: Angst.

Warnings: Dusty abuse, brainwashing.

Canonicity: Alternate timeline.

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The shadow monster was back again. It had taken Ink away to talk about the state of the empire, and I was currently in Ink's room, waiting for him to come back and preparing to comfort him; he was never happy after talking to the shadow. I had hoped that he would come back alone, but that wasn't the case; when he returned, the shadow came with him. The first thing Ink did was kneel down next to me.

"Dusty, I'm..I'm going out on a mission, okay?" He didn't seem happy about this. "I..Broomie is going to watch you..while I'm gone. Be good..please."

"Yes, Ink." I nodded, understanding.

"Good toy..I'll be back soon."

Ink left, although it was easy to see that he didn't want to. With Ink gone, I was left alone with the scariest being I had ever known..and I didn't feel very comfortable with that fact. I didn't show that it bothered me, though; I just curled up on the floor and closed my eyesockets to avoid looking at the shadow. Unfortunately, the shadow decided that it wanted me to look at it.

"Insignificant plaything, get up!" It kicked me roughly as it yelled, and I obeyed quickly, rising to my feet within five seconds; I was glad that I had the willpower to not clutch my ribcage..I believed a few of my ribs were broken. "Answer me quickly, and do not lie: when did your master torture you last?

"I-I.." I didn't..

"Answer me!" It slapped me, and I fell to the ground.

"I-I don't know!" I sobbed, bringing my arms up to cover my face.

"You don't know?" It came down to my level, ripping my arms away from my skull. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"I-I don't r-remember.."

"Do you have a bad memory? Do you forget easily?"

"N-no.."

"Give me an estimation: when was the last time your master tortured you?"