Painted Fangs {Fallacy X Encre}

Chapter~2 Coffee

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Encre's POV:
I felt something, a presence. I didn't care though, I just walked back home with my head down, trying to cover my tears.
???'s POV:
He could sense my presence. I decided to go tell the King what I had discovered. Once I had arrived at the castle, Sauve, one of the butlers came. "I need to see the King," I more like demanded, Sauve. He nodded his head, and obediently went and got the King. "What do you want, Carlos? I have papers for count Night to fill out!" he sounded stressed. "I found her! the artist! The one that can save us all!" I exclaimed happily. "Where?" He asked eagerly, "village, his street is colour drive" I replied. (Idk XD) "How do I know which one is his house?" he asked impatiently. "You'll know when you see it" I explained with a smirk, and with that he left.
Fallacy's POV:
I hate Carlos sometimes. I flew in bat form to the street, since it is night. "Ok...umm.." I said to myself, welp, found the house. It USED to be a White House but is now covered in beautiful paintings on all sides of the house. Even the doors.
Encre's POV:
I could see someone looking at my house in awe. He had black bones, (not racist!) a black cape, and part of his head was floating. Odd. I walked down stairs to the front door, and opened it. He was that memorised, that he didn't even see me. "H-Hello" I greeted shyly, I'm not good at new people. "Why, hello there, did you- did you paint this?" he gestured to my house. I just nodded my head, a rainbow blush escaping on my face. "Your very good" he said, then he whispered something to himself like; "found him". He looked at me with a smile, there was an always silence. "Do you wanna come in for coffee?" I asked. He nodded as we walked inside, "soo...what's your name?" I asked, trying to start conversation. "My name is Fallacy, King of-" he cut himself off as if he were not meant to say it. "King if what?" I asked, sitting down in front of him, also giving him a cup of coffee. "Nothing.." he lied, "I can tell your lying" I stated. He held my arms down onto the table. W-What are you doing?!" I shook in fear. "Look at my teeth" he demanded. They were...fangs?!? I started to kick him off me. "I'm not going to hurt you" he stated calmly. I wasn't listening. All I could think about was that the very thing that killed my brother. The thing I have despised for years. Is right I front of me