The Ink Demon lied down on his back in the hallways of Joey Drew Studio, in immense pain. He let out a terrifying yet agonized sounding roar, as he felt something slowly go though his body. This happened many times before, yet he still couldn't stand the pain. Panting and wheezing, he strained and pushed, ink welling down his cheeks like tears. The Ink Demon wailed again as he felt ink squirt from his crotch, spreading his legs.
Ink came out of a hole that now appeared on the area, continuing to pour from there. The monster sobbed in immense agony, clutching on to a rail as he saw what looked like the top of an inky head poking out of the hole. Ink continued flowing. The Ink Demon wished the pain would go away, he wished he was in a happier place. But the pain did not stop. Once more, the monster let out another demonic cry. Ink now came from everywhere else on him, representing sweat.
The creature looked down again several minutes later, seeing the being coming halfway through. Black ink was now completely all around the floor area he was lying down upon. The demon panted hysterically as he continued pushing, knowing it will be over soon. As sharp pains of contractions worsened, the Ink Demon screamed loudly once again. Meanwhile, Henry was wandering through the studio, still tracking down Boris. He was nearby when he heard the wails, prompting him to run away in shock.
Hours passed, the newly-created ink being was now almost out. The Ink Demon felt like vomiting, feeling very heavy and hot. The spilling ink was now making a small stream, grossing out a nearby Striker. The demon continued continued pushing until he heard a zombie-like moan. The pains lessened. The monster calmed down as he saw the newborn searcher had completely come out. The demon then winced a little more as out came a blob of ink he completely forgot about. The afterbirth. It was after eating the afterbirth that the ink demon crawled to the searcher, which was lying down.
The demon looked at the searcher. It was as big as any other searcher, indicating as healthy as a searcher can get. The Ink Demon, however, wasn't happy. He hated giving birth to these things. He appreciated them, yes, but he had to go through this excruciating pain producing some of them. He then did a thing he now often did after making searchers. The monster put his face on the shoulder of the searcher…
And bit down on it.
No matter how much the searcher moaned in agony, the Ink Demon only continued munching down on the poor creature, devouring parts like a pizza slice. He kept consuming the searcher, black ink spraying on the walls. Pipers, Fishers, and Strikers looked on in horror as the demon mutilated the ink creature and swallowed parts into the gullet, slowly and messily. When there was nothing left, the Ink Demon let out a belch, getting up and continuing to hunt down Henry like nothing ever happened.
He should do this more often.
The End