Noctis looked at the ink until it disappeared. The ins suddenly started to go on the other walls. The pure white walls started to get covered with dots of ink. Noctis started to look to see who was doing this; his legs trembling made identifying who did it more complicated.
Noctis, everywhere he looked, there were new drops of ink around the walls. Some splashes of ink started to combine into a large drop only to disappear and appear once again. Noctis started to get scared due to how he was in an enclosed room with no room to escape and he thought the person or thing doing this made him suffer this much.
The splashes of ink started to get bigger and bigger. Combining and exploiting, the ink started to land on Noctis only to disappear; letters, numbers, and drawings started to appear on the wall.
The more Noctis paid attention to the ink, the more it reflected his life. The numbers were all special dates for Noctis: the day he met Grandma, the day after, his first day of school, his graduation, all days when he traveled with Grandma, all his and Grandma's birthdays, and the days when he had sleepovers with his friends. They were all being displayed; following them, the ink started to create drawings of his memory.
Memories that he forgot he had, memories that he held dear. Memories of the day he first awoke in this world, the first time he met Grandma, the memory of him getting the name Noctis, the memory of his first trip to the market, the memory of all of his best moments. To later be overshadowed by the worst memories of Noctis' life.
The memories of Grandma's death, the moment he saw Luna cheat, the moment he saw Grandma's body being buried, the memories of him in his worst state. Memories he forgot he had. It went even deeper; the thoughts he started to think due to Grandma's death were all depicted by the ink.
All of Noctis' life started to show with flashes of ink only leaving the most impactful moments of Noctis' life, the white room acting like a blank canvas and the ink creating paintings with it. The pictures started to shift into the left wall; the numbers rested on top of his head.
The words started to appear; the conversations he heard, he spoke, were all being written in ink. The conversations that stayed stuck on the wall behind him were the conversations where he learned something new with Grandma. The conversations with Luna, the conversations with all his friends, were smaller than the conversations with himself.
All of Noctis's internal talks were being written by the ink; his deepest, darkest desires were being shown to Noctis, leaving him standing just reading everything and remembering all of it.
Noctis started to see that the right-sided wall was being colored with the progression of his life. The entire styles he used to wear were all there. The ones that lasted the longest look larger and more detailed compared to the rest. The center one is his current self. The body of a weak, frightened boy who doesn't have a purpose to continue living.
The reflection in the mirror made Noctis start to realize how horrible his life is going. He can now see how much one event impacted his life, how much he changed from a child with so much life to an adult with no purpose. The difference was truly shocking for Noctis; all the time he wasted could have been used to become stronger for his grandma, yet all he did was shut himself off, rejecting every opportunity that could have made an impact on his life.
The ink started to personally speak to changing its color from black to dark purple.
How do you see your life? Does your life feel complete? You have ruined your whole life due to a single event. Now you are a different person. You and I are far more similar than you think. The more you come to accept that life will never be the same, the more you will accept 'me.'.
Each sentence appeared beside each other, and a collage of words started to make Noctis feel completely worthless. Every path he could have taken would have led him to glory, yet he picked the only path that led to his demise by his own hands.
Noctis was out of words to say anything to the ink.
You regret it, right? Remember you did it to you and me. You are extremely pathetic; everyone is pathetic, but you in particular are laughably pathetic. Everything we went through together was only for you to ruin the perfect chance that I gave you to live and become a perfect being. I kind of feel sad for picking you to be my main director.
Noctis started to feel so many thoughts; his sanity was regained, but his whole value of himself plummeted. The only things he taught about were the words written,
How am I the same with the wall? Me, his main director? Everything we went through together? All he talks about is how we are the same, but who are we? The only words that stuck to Noctis are the "we."
You are so close to getting it right, Noctis. I want to tell you, but you need to find the answer by yourself. How can you forget about us? About me! You won't leave here until you come to realize the gift inside you.
Noctis taught while trying to figure out what the wall was talking about. He has never met someone with nobody and using ink to communicate.
Someone who uses ink, speaking with ink. Writing with ink, drawing with ink, uses ink. Ink, Ink. Why does that word sound so familiar? Noctis feels his mind return to the day that he first introduced himself to Grandma. He remembers how he introduced himself.
"INK, that's me. You are Ink, and I am Ink." Noctis starts to evaluate his entire life.
Bingo!
Splash!
Welcome back, Noctis.
The ink came together to welcome back Noctis with Ink. Noctis felt the room opening, feeling that he was back in his room right after being done with the girl.
"Dream" Ink managed to speak to Noctis.
A normal human can't comprehend the voice of a different being, causing Noctis to immediately collapse.