And now for the next chapter! …about frickin time.

Disclaimer: *I said beep beep Imma sheep*

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Zzzzz…

Huh? …What?

Oh, right. The story.

Well, folks, you didn't miss much.

The group had been walking since the last update, with nothing happening. It was pretty boring.

So boring that, while waiting for action to happen, the group had to find something to keep from dying from boredom. WG watched the new Ducktales reboot 11 times, FF2 played Persona 5 which he adapted to his 3DS (somehow, idk I'm no tech-gamer genius), Tracker read The Silver Eyes and The Twisted Ones, Fanatic started a new fic One Night at Fredbear's, updating while sending WG DocX's to review; Brat was watching the newest season of Star Vs. The Forces of Evil, and the Blot… was still unconscious.

"Well, I'm outta stuff to do." WG sighed, putting away her phone.

"Have you considered updating unfinished fics?" Fanatic asked.

"I would if I had a laptop,"

"Then… who's writing the story?"

[Reality: Authoress is typing while watching 'Chowder' on Hulu]

"Guys, we gotta stop breaking the fourth wall… I don't think it can take any more." Tracker said.

A wall with the number '4' on it was lying on the ground- cracked, bandaged, and wheezing. "No more… Oh Lord, please no more…!" it rasped before passing out.

"We should find a place to rest- my feet are killing me," FF2 said, rubbing his aching feet.

Brat froze, looking over. "Before or after we have to fight those things?" she asked, pointing over by an abandoned park.

There were blots of ink crawling along… large ink blots. Like, bigger than WG! …okay, actually that's kind of biased as short as she is… Oh! Bigger than FF2! (He's the tallest)

"Living ink blots…?" Tracker whispered as the group ducked out of sight.

"It's like something from Bendy and the Ink Machine!" FF2 gasped, then looked around in delight. "Ooh! Do you guys see Boris anywhere?"

"Stop dropping titles and focus!" Brat hissed. "Where did they come from?"

"Ohhh… my head… What happened?" Blot asked, sitting up and seeing the [other] blots lurking about. "Holy Cheese-Whiz! Ink Blotches!"

"Blotches?" Fanatic questioned.

"Minions of the Shadow Blot! They'll attack anything that moves!"

"Kinda like the ink monsters in Bendy and the Ink Machine?" WG asked.

"But different! Anything they engulf becomes yet another Ink Blotch!"

"So… exactly like Bendy and the Ink Machine."

The Blot gave a deadpanned look. "…frickin' game… parodying Disney… Youtube gives copyright strikes to anything, but we have to let people use our material…!" he grumbled, crossing his arms.

"Maybe if we're reeeeeaaaaaaaal quiet, we can sneak past them." Fanatic said, preparing to take a step-

*Thhppph!*

All the Blotches turned in their direction, glaring.

"FANATIC!" WG snapped, waving her hand in front of her face. "Good Gravy, man! Right in front of the group!"

"I'm sorry! I had a burrito before the update!" Fanatic stammered.

"Stop eating burritos! Did you learn NOTHING from the 'Falcon' incident?!"

"Guys! Complain about Fanatic's toxic bowel activities later! We've got company!" Tracker shouted, changing into her animatronic-shewolf form and drawing her gun.

"Yay! Fight sequence!" Fanatic exclaimed. "About time we had some MIND-BLOWING, INTENSE, HEART-POUNDING, INSANE, RADICAL ACTION-PACKED-!"

~One Epic Fight Scene Later~

The Authors stood there, covered in the inky remains of their oppressors. "Wow, that was one long and violent fight!" WG said.

"Yeah, too bad we didn't have enough in the budget to show it all. It would have been cool to see!" FF2 said.

"As well as traumatic for anyone under the age of 18," Fanatic said, using a baseball bat to smash a Blotch as it twitched.

"Great, wonderful, can we move it along now?!" Brat said, a bit more bitter than usual. "That fight was exhausting and I'm tired of walking everywhere!"

FF2 pointed. "There's an empty building. We can see if it's safe to stay in there,"

They walked over to the building; Fanatic and Tracker entered with their guns.

*BLAM! POW! BANG! MORE GUN NOISES!*

Fanatic poked his head out. "It's safe!"

"Whoa! Were there a lot of Blotches in there?" FF2 asked.

"If there were, they're probably scared pissless now."

Brat face-palmed, but followed everyone in.

"So how long do the nights last in the Wasteland?" WG asked as the sun began to set.

"The heck if I know- I just know the Blotches are most restless in the dark!" The Blot answered. "We'll have to lay low once the sun goes down."

FF2 leaned against a wall, reaching into his jacket and taking out a certain sketchbook. "Is that… Walt's Sketchbook?" Fanatic gasped.

"Huh? Oh, yeah it is. After we found the clues, Mickey said I could keep it- y'know, since I'm Walt's descendant and stuff," FF2 said, sketching.

"Thank you, Mr. Exposition," WG said.

"Quoting Slappy Squirrel already, darling?"

"Someone has to, sweetie."

"Ugh…" Brat muttered, turning away from them.

FF2 sneered. "What's your prob- WHOA!"

"What?! What is it?!" Fanatic asked, whipping out his Light Saber.

"My picture… I think it blinked!"

"Boyfriend-say-what-now?" WG asked, looking at his sketch. It was a picture of one of his Vanguard images, Masked Magician Hari.

And it winked at her.

"Gah! Mother of Pearl!"

"Such language we're using today," Fanatic gasped.

They watched as the sketch began to move on the page, before going still once more. "…Okay, did everyone see that, or am I high from all the ink?" Brat asked.

"Dude! How did you do that?!" WG asked FF2.

"I don't know! I just started drawing… then it happened." FF2 replied. "It never happened in my other sketchbooks, though…"

Blot slapped his forehead. "Great Galfrey, that's it! Since you're a descendant of Walt and have his sketchbook…!" he began to gasp… then paused. "No, no wait. That wouldn't make sense. You'd have to have a special power to make it work,"

"He's an Ink Alchemist," WG stated.

"That'll do it. And I shall repeat, GREAT GALFREY! You have the power of animation!"

"But… I thought cartoons were drawn in studios by overworked and stressed out animators?" Brat said.

Blot patted her head. "That's just what the REALITY people say, since nowadays people can't handle the overbearing truth. It's like… how they 'Americanized' the Death Note movie so it wasn't as gripping and thought-provoking as the original anime/manga."

"That isn't much of an analogy," Tracker said.

"I know. I just wanted to speak my mind about that remake!"

"…Okay, fair enough."

"Ah, I think there's a downside to your power, though…" Fanatic said, looking out a window. "It's attracting the Ink Blotches! …I think."

FF2 looked out the window. "But… if you're an Ink Alchemist… You can control them, right? I mean, they're nothing but ink!" Brat said to him.

FF2 did so, making the Blotches explode… but suddenly lost energy. "Ngh…! Damn, I ran out of power already?!" he grunted.

"Are you okay?" Fanatic asked, helping him stand.

"Outside of the feeling that all my energy got sucked out of me…? Not bad."

"Sucked out…?" WG said, looking onward at the castle in the distance. "You think…?"

"Without a doubt. That Shadow Bastard must be feeding off your Ink Alchemy powers," Fanatic sneered. "You may have to use them as a last resort… which sucks, since we barely see you use them at all."

"Joooyyyy…" FF2 replied in sarcasm.

"C'mon, lets get out of here before more Blotches arrive," Tracker said, leading the group out of the building and away from more approaching Blotches.

As they fled, the Blot twirled his mustache. "Hmm… so Walt's Sketchbook is still powerful, eh? That could be…useful." He chuckled to himself.

"I heard that!" FF2 sneered, stuffing the sketchbook into his jacket. "Just for that, you get to be the Noble Sacrifice if shit goes down!"

"Dammit…!"

They continued across the Wasteland. "I swear to God, if it turns out we could have flown Eagles the whole time…" WG muttered as they continued their exhausting trek.

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A/N: …Seriously, go watch the Ducktales reboot. :D

Next chapter, we get a rest… before shit goes down again.