ink-chapter four: New Day, Same Channel...Everything was dark. There was only newspaper sheets on the floor and old photographs of strangers hanging and joined with thin threads as if they were fine cobwebs, there were stains of old ink that had not been used again, the boy looked around but it was empty the place around him, a feeling inside him shuddered causing chills, he kept walking in the dark until for some reason he looked at his body and saw how his trace was disappearing showing the sketch in blue pencil and his white paper, he was beginning to disappear, falling into a dark abyss, an old film tape was running fast overhead; A buzzing and repetitive sound was heard closer and closer as he fell faster, the boy turned to the front and looked at the ground right in front of him, he closed his eyes waiting for the blow, and at the moment he felt the fall on the ground he realize it was the floor of the room of his apartment.The alarm clock sounded its alarm at 7:30, causing the boy react to having fallen out of bed for
ink-chapter one- only textthe beginning...The somber scene helped the body lying on the ground, while the dark causing silhouette of the "murder" watched carefully as spilled ink which was still in the body of the drawing, distant sirens of patrols not worriedhim, he perfectly knew they would not arrive in time, It turn to another witness who was on the floor watching with horror the body of his partner... - ¿What do you want?, Why are you doing this?-the police officer who was still alive claimed him with fear, but there was no response until after a few minutes... - I just look for something that I do not own... rather than of its "class" took of me and now I will take it back!-replied the mysterious creature pouncing on the last witness of the murder with a squeal, a far away from pain and agony cry was heard followed in the dark night of Ashby city: the city of the channels...
ink-chapter threeRegister of a cartoon forgotten...Day 1: the welcomeToday I have come to this world of oblivion for the caricatures like me, a city that many "like me" call Ashby City but the truth is that I am not like them I am different and although my name no longer matters in the television world. To the others who have received me from the machine with a smile on his face inked as if nothing bad happened, I do not believe any of this is perfectly that my old audience still reminds me, my creator will soon take me back to the big screen ...Day 7: Hope or lie?Today I was taken to the best known doctor and psychologist in the city, although the truth is that ther are not many cartoons here, We chatted about how I felt about being forgotten but although I incised him that I would return to the world before, he told me that It was a lie and I must need to accept that I bored those who were once my audience; He told me of strange things about the place that brings the forgotten to this world and i
ink-chapter twoI walked through the gray and cold streets of the city, while I was tiredly holding my empty notebook, wishing I had something written on it, a thing that would never happen, just as my camera with its still-new photographic roll swayed from side to side in my body as I advanced, until a sound bewildered me,that was a ... scream? Quickly I look where it had come and found the answer in a window of a nearby building, you could see a faint white light from the inside, this was my chance to have news and I would not lose it so easily I hope, I did not lose a single minute more and went up the metal stairs of service until I reached the mysterious room, when I was up I looked inward and did not believe what that terrible scene was, and by God two bodies lay in the Floor spilling the distinctive blood of a "drawing" that was ink?, Although although my stroke is more paper than ink I shivered to see his blood spilled, a third silhouette was there motionless, I prepare to take the photo for m