Ah I'm so sorry this took so long--   

⚠️Pretty important information⚠️

THIS IS A SEQUEL!
Starting with this book shouldn't ruin too much but there are some pretty important things you need to know about back in the first book.

ALSO
I No longer ship Afterdeath or Scifell that much so if there's not much effort in it then sorry :'D

SOMETHING THAT COULD TRIGGER YOU
I think of Goth and Pj as being girls so be prepared for me to mess up :'3

MOST IMPORTANT
Enjoy the book :3
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This takes place nine years after the end of the first book.

And the kids ages will be so fucking random I'm sorry--

---Ink's POV----

Craitown Prison has always had bad lighting. Lighting that made all the shadows look like monsters, monsters waiting to grab you. Waiting to drag you into the barred cells.

I sighed, continuing to make my way forwards, weaving through the complex corridors and passageways in the massive prison, not turning wrong once.

Being chief of Craitown Police for so long means that I've managed to memorise the whole layout of this place. Wrap a blindfold around my eyes and I'll still be able to get to my destination, relatively problem free.

But then again, no matter how much I love the police life, part of me still longs for how things were for a short time all those years ago. In that mansion in the middle of no where, in an ash filled land surrounded by a forest with vines that can kill you.

Out there the barrier between Criminals and Police were eradicated. We were almost equals.

The sense of freedom and fun I'd felt when I was dragged off with our countries most wanted criminal gang was amazing.

I remember being curled up on one of the many sofas in that mansion, my head rested on its arm as I watched the group laughing or arguing something random or pointless.

I miss those times.

That short period of time was certainly one of the best times of my life. It's where I learned, made friends, fell in love...

I blushed slightly, thinking of my favourite black boned glitching skeleton.

I miss the times when we were snuggled up to each other, my head resting in his lap as he pet me...those were the good times...the times I miss.

Error was the leader of that gang. The one that organised everything and told people what to do. Everyone listened to him. Except for Nightmare. He was his own boss, that's for sure.

Craitown police are still after that gang. They separated years ago, but they're still officially on the run.

We've managed to track down a few, one being the colourful drug dealer, Fresh. He'd only just been broken out and now already he's back behind prison bars.

Some criminals just never learn.

I sighed, looking down at all the case files in my hand. The case files of the elusive criminal gang members that we're still after.

Deciding to occupy myself as I walked to my destination, I shuffled the files, looking over them, letting memories flood back.

Case File One: Dust

I smiled, remembering how well he treated Blue, how he messed around all the time. He was one of the new-ish members to the gang, if I remember correctly. As far as we know, he ran off with Blue to the countryside, rumoured to have a little cottage in the woods or something.

Glancing up quickly to check I was still on the right course, I moved the file to the back, now staring at a different one.

Case File Two: Geno

I smirked, remembering that Geno was still currently living with Reaper because he was too fragile for the harsh prison life. Of course I know about their two kids, no one else does. The entire police force are oblivious. I had made a deal so that I would always be the one to do an inspection, that way they wouldn't have to panic and hide the kids every time there was a knock at the door.

That's one member of the gang that we know the definite location of.

Case File Three: Horror

The axe massacre master, oh he'd certainly killed some people in his time. He was menacing to look at with that massive chunk missing from his skull, always sent a shiver down my spine. Our detectives think that he could still be hidden in Craitown somewhere, accompanied by ironically the next person on my file list.

Case File Four: Lust

The creepy rapist that escaped from Texas. As far as I remember he and Horror were very close to each other. So if he's hiding out anywhere, it's probably with Horror.

I sighed, moving to the next file.

Case File Five: Fresh

One of the criminals we've caught. A badly dressed skeleton that looks like he stumbled here from the nineties, not the best look in the world. He was caught seven years after the gang broke up, which seems like a long time. But these guys are harder than you'd think to track and hunt down.

I shivered looking at the next one.

Case File Six: Nightmare

The tall and menacing skeleton covered head to toe in black goopy slime. I never did find out how he got like that, but I know it was something to do with the science lab explosion that happened years ago. His original form, a white boned skeleton can still be accessed, but was rarely used. As far as I was concerned, the only person he ever showed any affection to was the asylum escapist.

Case File Seven: Cross

The psychotic knife wielding skeleton dressed for Antarctica and with an obsession over an octopus. There's been no trace of him or Nightmare since the gang broke up but we suspect they could still be hiding out in that mansion. We've tried getting armed forces over there, but they can never get past the forest. It's full of some cannibalistic vines that snap bones and tear flesh. We haven't tried going there for a while.

I sighed, glancing at the last two files.

Case File Eight: Killer

Another one of the new-ish members, a real jokester, always messing around with Dust. No one knows where he's gone. With the rest of the gang we have a small ounce of knowledge it idea where they could be, but when it comes to Killer we have no clue. He's disappeared, vanished.

"Ink!"

I jolted, spinning around to see who had called my name. Immediately I broke into a smile as I saw it was none other than my first born child, Paperjam, or Pj as I call him.

"Hey Pj, what's up?"

Pj, a black boned, start eyed skeleton, full of life and sass.

"Not much, I just saw you walking past and decided to check on you." He said cheerily, flashing me one of his infamous smiles.

I chuckled, ruffling the top of his skull. Pj has always wanted to be in the police force, not as an actual officer though. He's got some strange aspiration to be a psychiatrist for some of the criminals here. Some of them are rather...out there. And we have a few people who talk to those them, try to help understand why they did things that they did.

Pj loves talking to people anyway, so he's set on the idea. I promised him that once he's sixteen he could, and lucky him, his birthday is this week.

"Okay imma go now dad. Bye!"

"Bye Pj!"

I watched as he ran back down the corridor, waving to another policeman and slowing down, walking with them instead.

I smiled sadly, the memories of my second child, Gradient coming back to me.

Gradient went missing two years ago, disappeared without a trace one night, no note, no warning.

I am starting to accept the possibility that he could be dead, but part of me still refuses to believe it.

He always took after his father though. Jammy takes more after me. My creativity and good intent. Gradient was a rebel by nature, a born criminal lets say.

I sighed wearily, looking down at the final case file. I was practically at my destination.

Case File Nine: Error

The leader of the gang. A black boned glitching skeleton, cocky and smart. Oh yes, I know him well. In fact, I'm rather...fond of him.

I glanced up tiredly, smiling weakly.

I'd reached my destination.

The police stations most fortified cell. It's thick iron door is two foot thick, same with the surrounding walls. No bars in this cell. No sunlight.

The inmates soul is actually kept separate from this room. Thanks to the help of my friend Sci, we've managed to create a way that the criminals soul can be kept on the opposite side of the station, in a just as fortified cell, without any bad effects. The criminal is just weakened significantly.

There's no possible way they could escape, or anyone could help them escape. I guarantee.

I placed my hand against the scanner, verifying my status before putting in the twelve digit code, frowning in concentration.

"Access granted. Welcome, Ink." The built in machine said, making me flinch.

The door slowly swung open, the barely visible force field shimmered softly. It's designed to let anyone in and out except the criminal inside.

Speaking of that criminal...

I stepped into the dimly lit cell, looking at the slouched figure chained to the wall opposite me.

Their wrists had three magic restraints on each, and one around the neck for safety.

I stared at them as they slowly looked up at me, grinning.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten me, Inky."

"You and I both know that's not possible, Error."

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Ahhhahaha the sequel is finally hereeee

Mmmmmmmmmmmm yay

I have soooo much planned for this >:3

Dis is gunna b gud

-Jess-