But the heart wants what the heart wants.” They squeezed his arm and entered the Angel’s Domain. If all goes well, I’ll get her to stop hurting people, including you. You wait out here while I go in and work the ol’ Reader charm. “Hey,” they said gently, patting Boris’s arm. Boris was quaking now, looking around every few seconds as if waiting for someone to pop out from behind a corner. “She is, indeed, quite a gal,” The Reader said as they gazed up at the sign above the doorway. “I mean, I know where she reaps ink from mindless creatures…” Wait! I’ve got it! Do you know where she lives?” “Reader, she’ll kill me if I get near her for my ink.” She needs someone who’ll just waltz up to her and-ah-HA!” They leapt to their feet. “Come on, Reader, think! She’s a crazy hot, crazy scary lady who likes to torture people. What’s something she would like…?” They stopped crawling around and put their hand to their chin. “I just want to impress her with something. I’ve got to find a rock to show I like her!” “Penguins ‘propose’ to each other by finding pretty rocks to give each other. The Reader leapt to the ground and began to crawl around in the mess of ink and broken boards.īoris just stared at them. Besides, it’s not like she needs ink to look pretty when she’s already there. “Seriously, what do you see in her? She tortures ink creatures to harvest their ink and look ‘prettier’, even though it never works.” “Do you know what she likes? I totes like her!” “You said she was scary you didn’t say she was scary hot! That outfit, that hair, that half smile because her face is melted! I’ve got to know more about her!” The Reader turned to Boris and shook him by the shoulders. “I should have told you more about her so you wouldn’t be so scared-” “I’m sorry, Reader,” Boris said, slowly rising from where he had curled into a ball on the floor. “I’M ALICE ANGEL!” She screamed before smashing the glass to bits and disappearing in the split second the lights went out. She had long dark hair, small horns coming from her temples, and a crooked halo stuck in her head. She had a black dress with a white bow, and her arms, from the ends of her shoulders to her fingertips, were covered in black ink. Something slammed into the window and made Boris scream. The Reader patted his arm gently and smiled. “Y-yeah,” Boris replied, eyeing the angel’s door warily. “So… this is where ‘she’ is?” The Reader asked their toon friend. The door had a star on it that read: Alice Angel. There was a large glass window in the back of the room, with a single spotlight aimed at a door behind it. Boris was right behind them, shaking slightly in fear. There were small television screens in the corners near the ceiling, playing bits of animated shorts staring Alice Angel, who sang along with the music. This is for the safety of other users.The Reader slowly entered the next room in the Studio.
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