Benry / Batim Made-Up Stories! [ VERY slow updates !! ]

his creation // note&preview

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Feeling the warmth of the familiar, suffocating ink slowly pool its way around his pale, fragile body.
(He was malnourished and weak due to only living off of "bacon soup"- aka, ink. It wasn't even bacon soup at this point.)

He felt himself sinking further as his fingers clawed for something, anything to grip on and to pull himself out with. He repeatedly gasped for air, hoping to catch a few last minute breaths before it fully finished consuming him whole.

As he took his final breaths, Henry surrendered himself to his creation.

His creation.

He wasn't sure he liked the idea of that anymore.

Not after what it's become. No, never. Never again-

-will he ever call that thing his creation.

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this was just a preview of an idea i have ^_^ !!

also, apologies for not uploading in so long. i do not have any excuses besides procrastination! like always, ill try to be more active. especially when christmas break comes around.