*suddenly a boy across the street gets hit with the inky arrow of a barracuda compound. Somehow the ink is pitch black and hes dies immediately, his soul not returning to the spawn point but dissolving*
im not u can come with me im fine ur fine its not that im uneducated i just see that ur in need of help and i dont want to see that ur killing people ok ur fine
“W-well...” *the figure takes off there mask to reveal the face of a young inktoling girl with pitch black tentacles* “I’m not exactly what you’d call good for your image.”