Ink found himself on the ground of a dimly lit, what seemed to be cell. His head was throbbing as his eyes adjusted he saw someone standing at the 'door' of his cell.

"Where am I....?" Ink asked himself.

"You're in a cell. One in my basement." A familiar voice responded. Ink sat bolt upright the person finally coming into view. He wasn't wearing his cloak. He had a slimmer build than most people Ink talked to last night. He had a sharper jaw and bags under his eyes.  

"Let me go!" Ink said trying to open the cell door.

"Aww is Princess angry that he's not in a nice clean palace?~" He mocked

"I'm not a girl! Don't call me that!"

"Well sorry Princess but your in the real world now!...sorta. People don't always get what they want do they?"

"I said don't call me that!" Ink said again trying to stand up. He fell over against the wall. "ugh how long was I out?" He mumbled trying to stand again.

"Around five days, almost thought I killed you there!" He chuckled to himself. He sat in silence as he watched Ink try to walk, laughing when Ink fell. Which only gave Ink more of a reason to walk over and slap him.

"What's your name?" Ink asked sitting by the door.

"I said I would tell you when you wake up didn't I...Well, I'm Dust." He said 'bowing' to Ink. Ink rolled his eyes, trying to open the door.

"It can only be opened from the outside. Get used to the ground Princess, you'll be sleeping there for a while.~" He teased. Ink groaned in response. 

"Once my family finds you, be prepared to find your head in a guillotine." Ink mumbled, Dust laughed.

"Not once, IF." He corrected. Ink rolled his eyes and went back to a corner, doodling in the dirt.

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Dust set a plate of food inside Ink's cell.

"I can't have you starve and this is all I really have right now. It's nothing fancy, but here." He said pushing it towards Ink. Ink looked at his kidnapper skeptically then looking at the food.

"I'm not hungry. Go feed your other captives." He said bluntly. Dust rolled his eyes getting up and leaving the basement. Ink took a small bite of the food, smiling slightly. It wasn't like the food in the palace but it was good. Ink finished his food and went back to the corner where an unfinished doodle was. He continued doodling in the corner for a while slowly drifting off to sleep.