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Ink knows letters, Ink knows about you.
And he doesn't care; he enjoys your voyeurism.
Ink enjoys your attention and nourishes it. Your attention keeps him alive. Your attention gives him emotions because he depends on you.
As soon as you leave, he dies. He understands how it works. A closed book is only a physical form until it's read and the characters come to life. If no one sees them, they don't exist. That's why he loves you. You're his self, his life, his fandom.
Ink sat next to Error; he knows you like that. Error is also aware of you, but he's not inhibited by your presence.
Ink smiles, knowing you're coming to find him.
"Come on, Error! Smile for the camera! We're not in the Void for nothing! We're here for them!"
"You know very well it's not a camera, Ink. They're watching us in a less physical way." With her blue threads, she tried to pull Ink away, tearing off one of his arms.
"Wait! I think I recognize this void guy! We're in letters!" she says as she repositions her arm.
They stare at the nonexistent fourth wall.
"Those perverts-" Error glitched a little.
Ink tried to pull down Error's pants.
"You know what they want. We have to please them!" Ink says. "That's why they came."
"And what will you do? Pose like skeletal lesbians? We don't have flesh, Ink-"
Oh, it was one of those times with semi-permanent magic body parts.
"Really? I don't have the time for this. Don't you want to see me destroy things in the Underverse?"
Ink started licking between Error's legs.
"Hey! Give my stupid magic penis peace!"