Smiccy sat in his room, watching TV yet again. And he heard his door being bashed into. He rolled his eyes and got up once again. Walking through to the front door, he opened it to see Replay. In an instant Replay without any hesitation shot an ink strand right through Smiccy's eye, knocking him backward. He yelped in pain as his eye dripped. He thought it was blood, but as he looked down at his hand that was covering his eye. It was black. It wasn't blood. It was ink. Replay hadn't said anything, he just laughed. Smiccy pushed himself up so fast he would've assumed he'd get whiplash. He ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror in horror, The ink was slowly sprouting from his eye and spreading across his face. Without speaking a word he ran yet again into his room slammed the door and locked it tight. Went through a drawer and found a knife. "This better stop it!" He said as he plunged the knife into his chest, falling backwards.