Chapter 5 An Argument Between Half-Strangers

I'm hungry. I'm almost to the brink of fullness. I just can't seem to catch anything with the snares this week. I've done SO MUCH over this time, taking care of Ernest and his fellow companion. I did not expect them to give me SUCH an appetite, but they've proven quite cold. As they say, much effort brings out the best in people. Ernest and his fellow have proven my care so effective, that they starve me now.

I'm so unhappy. I weep with joy.

They are probably wondering why their loveless parent has not craved them for so long. Don't worry, my ink travelers, once I find enough snacks I'll toss you to death once more.

You both won't be waiting for long. I know you miss my fickle attempts to let you live. See you soon. hehehehehehehe.

Chapter 4 That Explains Everything

They swam deeper into the ocean.  Deeper.  Darker.  The further they went, the more Reader relied on Ernest's struggling light to find him.  Then the ocean started to brighten, as if coming from a cloud.  Steadily a soft glow filled the water.  They reached the ocean's floor.

Ernest landed in the soft silt at the bottom.  He waved his light, its beam harsh compared to the glow all around.

The ocean floor was covered in ruins giving off soft light.  Greens, blues even reds.  Reader hovered a bit, taking in the crumbling sights, before landing next to Ernest - expectant.

"There's a lot of stone, brick and ceramic down here.  Perhaps a sunken city.  I spotted some ship wreckage too.  We should keep moving so that ... the thing that attacked us earlier, will have a harder time finding us.  Let's go Reader."

"I have questions Ernest."

The guy was already ducking under a crumbling arch, the ocean sand beneath his feet turning into swirling clouds.

"Ask away Reader.  I'll answer to the best of my ability."

Chapter 3 In Good Faith

"The ocean.  Again."

"Yes Reader.  The ocean.  Again."

They were in a little rowboat in the middle of the ocean.  The pleasant sound of lapping water filled that distinct silence.  Somewhere off in the distance and out of sight was the call of a seagull.  No island on the horizon.  Burning sun overhead.  Ernest wiped the sweat from his brow and put on the wide brim hat he was provided.  Reader frowned at only having a bandana. 

"It's hot."

"That it is Reader."

"What are we doing here?"

"Homework."

"Are these things based off of topics?"
"I suppose."
"Then what's today's topic?  Being stranded in the middle of the ocean to die?!"

"You don't have to yell Reader.  I didn't put you in the boat."
"Wha-You- What are you looking at?  What was over my shoulder?  I don't see anything there.  Is it more ninja's?! Did the boat just get bumped by something?"
"I think I figured it out."
"What bumped our boat?"
"No, what we're supposed to do."

Chapter 2 It Gets Easier

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Light.  Glorious Light.  Oh Shi-

Explosion.  Two bodies rolled onto the scene, entangled together like seaweed.  The hall was filled with that black mess.  Inky glop gushed out from the locker in spurts. Only dying out after the pair were sufficiently coated.  They laid there for a moment like washed up corpses. 

I am in so much pain.  Yet I feel numb to the point where I can't move...  What a strange sensation.  Huh it seems my lips still work.  What a nice view of the floor.  Where is oh there you are.

Ernest sprung up from the ground.  He didn't seem to be awake. The shaky maneuver was all reflex.  There he goes.  Eyes wide open.  Man that is a creepy dead living look. 

Chapter 1 Intro to Homework

| CHAPTER 1 |

     The sensation is never pleasant. Never will be either, but I don’t ever tell the passengers that. Funny that Ernest Demon didn’t go crazy from the number of times I’ve sent him through.

It’s like he’s already crazy, this Ernest guy.

     Surprising the new comer isn’t squirming like Ernest did on his first date with me. Both are strange to begin with, but they seem so uncomfortable with me. It’s like the family I don’t want, a bond so loveless that it will be never-happening. Like the frozen winter bombarding hail onto the battlefield of my ink-blob as the adventurers and I run in circles, squares, rectangles, and other objects of escaping proportion.

It’s so unhappy and unromantic. So unbeautiful that it won’t make me cry.

     Dreaming of such things must be laid to the side though. I don’t want to get too unexcited. What we need is the world they will be distancing too. Give my lovelies the proper ceremony they must escape and the ultimate bliss they don’t wish to goal.

What am I waiting for? Hehheheheheheheh…