When Ink wakes he finds himself in a strange room it was a cold, lonely, stinky room. He quickly realized that he was tied up and unable to do anything. He tried to struggle but was unable to free himself.

Ink looks for any means of escape. He scans the whole room and finds nothing. Ink looks to the ground when he hears a familiar tune play.

"Well good morning, Inky! How do you feel? Let's have a chat, shall we?" a very familiar voice asks. Ink thinks. Who could that be? I feel like I've known them for a very long time, ink knows that for a fact. Why can't I remember? he whimpers. Ink slightly nods hoping for the best.

"Well, ink... you know you've been a bad, bad boy. Bad boys need to be punished, don't they?" The person behind the mic asks. Ink takes a quick second to think and then shake his head. He had the fear that if he were to say yes he would be punished in a harsh a cruel way.

"Hmm? A bad, bad boy who's not sorry? Anyway... I'll be the one giving you orders around here okay?" ink shivers. He wasn't sure on what to say. A person who was hidden behind a mic giving him orders. He felt like a lowly slave. He felt nothing but... trapped. Like a puppy in a cage. He nods his head unsure.

"Hmmm, clever boy. Now, I'm going to give you your first order. Every month you need to find a gift and bring it to the Star Club. if you don't, I'll kill you. Is there anything about this that you don't understand?" Ink shakes his head.

"No? Well, it doesn't matter what you say anyway. You see, inky, there are really only two kinds of people in this world, the ones who take orders, and the ones who give them. From now on, I'll be giving you orders, not fair? Well, dear ink, nothing's fair here. You will follow my orders or else. For I am the prince and the prince rules! HAHAHA! This is your life, but you'll play by my rules. Let the games begin, DEAR INKY! hahahahaHAHAHAHA!!!" The speaker turns off and the sound of gears grinding are heard and so, the rope was cut, snip-snip... with that Ink joined the Star Club.

Ink looked to the cold cement ground and sigh. He wasn't sure what he was going to do in this situation. He looked to the scissors that cut him out of his ropes. He tried to get them but they were just out of his reach. He groaned hating his shortness.

Ink surveys the small room he sees the coffin that they had thrown him in. he definitely did not want to be in something like that again. Inside was a sack covered in animal bone. Ink backs away from the coffin not wanting to be any closer. He takes a few more scans of the small filthy room then leaves through a door.

Outside of the room is a metal hallway with some notes left on the wall. Ink approached one. The note seemed to be written in crayon and looked to be drawn by small children. It read out.

You are invited to The Star Club

-Red crayon stars.

Ink looks ahead. He wasn't really sure if he wanted to be a part of this Star Club. whatever was ahead was terrifying him. He continues till he sees another note.

Social Rank

Upper class

Duke Error

Count Red

Baron Cross

Lower class

Poor Blue

Beggar Ink

Ink looks away in distress. So he was lowest on this board? All of the names seemed... familiar. The one that seemed most familiar to him was... blue. Blue he could remember the most. He remembered laughter and him being a good friend. He remembered someone else but... they were just a silhouette.

Ink made his way into the wooden halls only to stop at another note on the walls. Why did they have so many notes? They could have just put a lot on one paper. Ink sighs and reads.

The rule of gifts

*Find a gift of the month

*All members must participate

*Tardiness, stealing, and cheating are prohibited.

*Junk, Toys, and more!

*No refunds, only exchange.

-Red Crayon Star.

Ink reads again to make sure he's got everything down. What would they do if he broke a rule? He had this horrible feeling in his gut telling him to not find out. He makes his way to a large window showing the skies. Looking through the window, the unlucky skeleton saw that he was above the clouds. The airship slowly swam through the sky, carrying the helpless skeleton inside. Ink had no choice but to continue. He backed away from the window and proceed down the dark muggy halls.

(It's kinda hard to focus when your friend is facetimeing you to show that their taking a shower in the sink... )