A/N: So this takes place about 2 years after Inky's "Birth" and this is basically how Tom actually realised that Inky wasn't really a monster was actually harmless.

Also... WOW! Would ya look at that! I made fic this time! (told ya I'll make a story about that Preshy!:D) I'm also going to ask you to be gentle with me because it's the first time that I'm making a story, and since I'm already bad at writting in French, this bound to be not very good.

Now... Enough with that and let's get on with that story, shall we?

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???'s POV.

Why... Why did they do this to me?

I don't understand... Did I do something wrong?

Whatever I did, I promise I won't do this again!

So please... Someone... Anyone... Please, let me out of here...

It hurts... It hurts so much.

Thomas' POV.

'Why am I the one who has to do this?' Tom asked himself for what felt like the thosandth time.

Earlier, while he was fixing a broken pipe with Wally, one of his coworkers from Gent came to him and told him that Mr. Drew needed him for something important. 'What does that man want from me?' the head mechanic thought. So he went to the boss' office to know what did he want.

"Alright Mr. Drew, what is it that you need me for?" Tom asked.

"I want you to go dow to the Main Ink Machine and visit that abomination you and the other gus at Gent create. Don't worry! I made sure that it can't harm anyone!" he quickly added when he noticed the other man's worried face. "But I still want you to check if it hasn't tried to escape and pour this on it and it's chains." Joey handed him a bottle full of a strange liquid.

"What's it for?" he asked, not really sure if he even wanted to know the answer.

"It's a 'warning'. It's too make that demon doesn't get any idea of trying to escape. I made it myself! It's a mixtur-" he stopped listening after that.

Now he was at the massive entrance of the machine. His heart was pounding from the fear and aprehansion he was feeling. He hesitated for a moment and looked through the glass at the sides of the door. He saw the ink making the silhouette of the studio's main star in one of them. The silhouette was perfectly on-model.

He took a deep breath then turned back to the door. His hand was hovering over the lever that would open the door of the demon's prison. "Don't worry! I made sure that it can't harm anyone!" Joey's words kept playing in his head like a broken record player and he couldn't help wondering, how exactly did his colleages manage that. I mean last time he checked, that creature was about 8 feet tall (maybe even taller), clawed hands and  had huge strong looking black wings with claws at each!

After a few seconds of hesitation, he finally decided to pull the lever, his curiosity getting the best of him, and entered the big room but stopped imediately in his track at what he saw.

"Don't worry! I made sure that it can't harm anyone!"

Yeah... No shit...

Now he understood how they managed to keep it at bay. The demon was pratically surrounded by chains! It was forced to sit on a throne-like chair by chains going through its shoulders, hands and feet(or are they hooves?). There were chains going around him and the chair, keeping the wings tightly folded behind it. The thing only that could move was the demon's spaded tail.

But the worst part was the shackle around its neck.

Several small bars penetrated its neck to keep the shackle in place. Tom winced at the sight. No wonder why he was hearing a ragged breathing! It must be difficult to breath properly with a blocked airway. It was a miracle the demon could still breath!

While he was approaching, he noticed movement from the creature.

It... It was trembling and flinching, from the pain of its wounds rubbing on the shackles, at the same time.

At first the man thought it because of the pain but when he noticed that the closer he came, the more the slight trembling became a horrible shaking, how it was trying to make itself as small as possible and was just a whimpering, melting, shaking mess, it was easy to see that it was from fear. Even its face showed absolute terror. Which was surprisingly very expressive for being half covered in ink.

Saying that Tom was confused would be a huge understatement. He just couldn't comprehend the fact that the demon in front of him would be afraid of an average man like him. It was clear to him that this creature could tear him to shreds if it wasn't chained. The fact that it seemed afraid of him made it very disturbing too. It meant that it was capable of feeling human emotions, which should not be possible! Hell it shouldn't even exist!

But... It -no he - does... And right now, he was like a terrified child.

'Oh god...' Tom thought when he realised something. 'He is a just a child' The realisation made him sick. This meant that they locked and chained a child. And they did that just because he wasn't perfect.

He looked back at the demon and saw that the trembling and the terrified look lessened,

and was replaced by a curious and maybe concern too. Tom really hopped that the last one was only his imagination. Because he sure as hell didn't deserve that.

The mechanic sighed deeply and was about to rub his face from the exhaustion of the day, 

until he heard a croaked whine. When he looked at where the sound came from he saw that the inky kid was back to shaking horribly.

He then remenmbered the bottle that Joey gave him. When he raised the hand that was gripping the bottle, the demon began shaking and whining more.

'Why is he so terrified of this?' he asked himself. He then tried to remember what Joey said about it. It was something about it being a 'warning' and that he should 'pour it on the demon and on his chains'. He sighed, this didn't answer his question...

His eyes widened when he remembered a part of Joey's explaination he was sure he stopped listening to.

'-it's a mixture of acetone and Holy Water. I found out that, while the acetone unfortunately doesn't kill it, it does seem to affect it! Quite painfully might I add!' he smiled with glee at that. 'And I'm sure don't have to explain the Holy Water.'

Tom felt he was going to throw up. This... This was sick!

He wanted to throw that instrument of torture as far away as possible! But he knew that the sudden movement and noise might scare the poor kid more. Besides, Joey would ask about it if he came back without it. So he decided to do something else.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." he said softly and hopefully reassuringly, while backing away slowly. The demon was loking at him curiously and perplexed but least he calmed down a bit. When the man was satisfied by the distance, he opened the bottle and poured the content on the ground. After all, Drew would expect him to come back with an empty bottle.

Now the demon seemed so surprised that he completely stopped shaking. Tom decided that it was better this way.

He then slowly walked back to the demon trying to be as less intimidating as possible and when the ink creature flinched he stopped and said: "It's okay kid. The bad water is gone now and, like I said earlier, I ain't gonna' hurt you." After a few minutes, he took tentative step and when the demon didn't react, he walked closer until he was a feet away from him and slowly and carefully put his hand on the demon's head, between his horns. The demon leaned to the touch and even purred softly (at least as well as he could with a blocked airway) when Tom began petting him.

"You're just a big cat, ain't ya?" he chuckled. But his warm smile was quickly replaced by a frown. Now that closer he could clearly how his inky skin tried to close the wounds but ended up closing on the shakles. 'This looks painful' he thought. He then noticed that the demon has fallen asleep.

He smiled softly and decided that it was time for him to go. So he picked up the empty bottle and went back to Joey's office. When he entered the office, he had a hard time keeping his composure.

"So... Did you do it?" Joey asked with an unreadable face. Tom knew he couldn't trust his voice to not betray him, so he decided to just put the empty bottle on the table, a bit too harshly. Joey only glanced at it for half a second. Then smiled, looking disturbingly happy, and exclaimed:

"Excellent! This will your other job. Once a week I'll call you to my office and give you another bottle and you'll do the same thing as today. What do you think Tommy?" Again, not trusting his voice, he just shrugged.

"Fantastic! You can go now, you're dismissed." He said while waving the mechanic off dismissively.

When Tom went back upstairs, he was tackled by his worried wife. He hugged her but decided not to tell her the actual Truth when she asked him where he was all this time, so he just told her that Joey needed him for something related to the Ink Machine. She frowned but, thankfully, didn't question it.

Next Week he'll ask the inky demon some questions.

Huh. 'Inky' actually suits him, maybe he should call him that.

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Whew! Finally done with the first part of this story!

Hope you liked it!

And a little reminder, I'm French and I'm still learning English! So if there are any errors, please point them. I promise I won't mind since I'll need that to improve my English!

So see ya in the next chapter! Buhbye!