"Consider it as an parting gift."

As the smug devil would keep on grinding his sole against the floor, making sure to add enough pressure for those who got caught beneath his sole to get stuck alongside for the ride, as the sound of cracks and squishes could be heard around the room, coming from the unfortunate micros who their world turned black in an instant. With an mischievous smile plastered onto the Ink Devil face as he lifted his sole and look back at the sight of multiple people stuck and covered deep within ink, plastered onto the floor on with the shape of his sole covering the wooden floor, as he giggled to himself before giving them one more stomp and continuing to look around for more unsuspecting microbes to squash and trap within his shoes.

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