The name alone made his non-existent soul ache. He didn’t download things. He was the anti-virus . But the message was embedded in his own scarf, written in his own bright, bouncy handwriting:
He snapped his fingers.
“Open me. You’ve forgotten who you really are.”
Ink Sans Phase 3 laughed. It sounded like a dial-up modem screaming.
The name alone made his non-existent soul ache. He didn’t download things. He was the anti-virus . But the message was embedded in his own scarf, written in his own bright, bouncy handwriting:
He snapped his fingers.
“Open me. You’ve forgotten who you really are.”
Ink Sans Phase 3 laughed. It sounded like a dial-up modem screaming.