User:Ink And Quill

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Welcome
Welcome to Ink And Quill!

Call me Ink or Quill, it doesn't matter.

I usually write stories and fanfics, although I create art as well and will be regularly posting it. I will be generally inactive, as I am working on stories and ideas a lot.

(Read: I have no ideas...)

I'm open to request for stories and art to make, as long as the content isn't too adult. I operate under the principle that if you'd feel uncomfortable showing your idea to the average middle-school student (well, 7th or 8th at least) I probably shouldn't be writing/drawing it so...
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Currently writing:
-The Chronicles of Dragondale (My main project, a collab with the user Ginger. It's a fantasy/adventure story. It could take a while, so be patient.)

-Undertale content

-Warriors fanfiction

-Among Us fanfiction (Not really working on this anymore, but I might finish it sometime)
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Flashfic of the Month - Deception (Among Us Flashfic)
''What did I do wrong? What did I ever do to deserve this?''

I ran through the sterile corridors of the ship, carefully watching my front and back in case the impostor spotted me. It was dark, pitch-black like the shadows on the frozen Polus surface when its binary stars had crept over the horizon, plunging the planet into an icy night.

My panting was short, my heart pounding inside the confines of my spacesuit. After all, I thought, I’m trying to escape from a deadly impostor. I noted in my head that if I ever survived this, even barely survived the strikes of the phantom crewmate, I might have to spend the next few months in a MIRA reprocessing therapy chamber. But before I could even push the thought into my head, the sharp grinding sound of a blade drawn from its sheath came from behind.

I rushed to see what happened as a groan came from the darkness. As my eyes adjusted to my pitch-black surroundings, I saw a body laying in Shields. It couldn’t be. Is that...Henry? I didn’t have any choice but to find out who-or what- did this.

As my footsteps echoed in the dark corridor, I moved as silently as possible toward the body, to not risk detection by the unseen Impostor. As I looked down through the visor of my helmet, I saw that it was really Henry. And… he was dead. Even in the pitch-black corridors of the ship, I could recognize his face through his plexiglass visor, which appeared to be shattered. Apart from a small wound on his face-presumably caused by whatever shattered the visor-he appeared to be fine.

Which is what worried me.

This was the work of the phantom crewmate. The Impostor. I bent down to examine what happened, my breath hot against the cramped visor of my helmet. ''No. This can’t be happening. The impostor’s still out there, and I’m-''

Suddenly, it hit me. My thoughts raced through my mind like the blood through my veins. ''Henry’s gone. Anya’s nowhere to be found.'' If Henry was dead and Anya wasn’t there, that meant I was alone: alone with sabotaged lights and a murderous crewmate. ''She was there when I was leaving. She told me that the Impostor wouldn’t come for us. She was the only one here, which means-''

My thoughts were cut short by footsteps echoing from Communications. I slowly turned around, my eyes meeting Anya’s, who was slowly walking toward me, a scared-yet delighted-look in her eyes. ''Anya’s always helped me so far. Surely she couldn’t be the impostor?''

But Anya slowly drew a sword-like blade. I inched away from her, trying to not be spotted. “A-Anya, get away from me…” I tried to keep my voice from shaking. ''Anyone but her. Please, don’t let her be the impostor.''

“Oh, I’m not Anya, but it’s fine if you call me that. You’ll meet the same fate either way.” Anya-or the impostor-or Anya’s impostor-leisurely walked toward me, her footsteps echoing on the metal spaceship floor. “I do so admire your persistence to avoid me. I’d be impressed if it weren’t so much trouble.”

“Scared?” The impostor crept up beside me. “Don’t worry. Your fellow crewmates don’t know anything about what’s happening. They’ll do their little tasks, keep the ship clean, and most of all not know or care about your survival. Care to die?”

I leaped into the air as Anya lashed out with her knife. For a split second I thought I had made it, but a thought flew into my head as the impostor’s blade connected with my spacesuit.

Impostors never miss.

I fell to the cold metal floor as Anya walked away. She turned once more to look back at me. “I’ll tidy up, report your bodies, and most of all divert the attention from little old me. Catch you later, crewmates!”

And with that, the impostor walked into the darkness as a last thought crept into my mind: They have to see through her deception.

Tell me if you want a continuation of this sometime.
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