>>85545475>>85545442>the inky hand slithers across the wall, grasping onto the windowsill.While useful, the borrowed power still disgusts you beyond measure.>Still. Getting the drop on the archiver has proven most excellent.>Now all you need to do is to shake off that other bitch. She has also stolen some power, and is determined to sabotage you.>Sure, you might have pushed her on the bridge...but she needs to let go.>You put some effort and tie the hand to your waist,before you start climbing, using the inky hand as a makeshift rope.>It is only when you are halfway there, that you see a head pop.>Your eyes shoot open>"No! Dont you fucking dare!">She smiles, and that cruel smile becomes vicious as she grabs the fingers of the inky hand with her gauntlets>"bye bye~"She crushes them and you fall, cursing her name
>You take a breather against the stone. These gauntlets are fucking heavy.>A part of you wants to leave them,but you need the edge they provide.>Well that and you need to be on the lookout for the inky bitch>She's perhaps the only one aside from you with a chance to leave. Sadly, she's deadset on sabotaging you every single time you two cross paths>She might have started, but you will finish it!>You start walking again, turning another corner. The water splats as you walk>Wait...water? You stop.>and curse>The cocoon of ink closes around you, drenching you in the goo. That bitch emerges from the wall and blows a kiss as she walks away>Oh she's fucking dead>You cover your mouth with your scarf, triying to get your respiration under control and conserving the makeshift filter. The pink gas invading the room.>Gauntlet bitch is doing the same, looking around. She locks eyes with you.>"truce?">"Truce">Your squable can wait until you two walk away from this weird gas>"There's a ventilation up there!">"Hold on tight!">You two come into a messy hug as you shoot up the ink tendril. Pulling up is easy.>And so is smashing through it with the gauntlets.>you two roll on the floor and gasp for air. Before looking at each other>This...This could work>"T-Truce?">"Tru...Truce">The archiver smiles. The chaser, next to her, congratulates on another fine catch.>The monitors show the most delightful image. A camaraderie born from adversity, blooming in the dark. >Both let out a "oooh" as one delicate hand intertwines fingers a bit too hard on the dark corridor. A notebook is open>Some are critical of this method of "cooking" them, but the flavor is so unique and rich.>The chaser pushes another button. A cold chil invades the corridor and the prey hunches together. There's pink on the cheeks>Sometimes, you need a slowburn to bring out the flavorsBAD END: Enemies To Lovers
