| 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…
