Ink’s Unlucky Day                                              

By: Emmitt Grayson Pham

It was a dark and stormy night outside Ink’s house, but inside was even more grim. Ink was a skinny, black haired, slightly unhealthy cat. His fur was bristly, stinky like pig slop, and it was clear he had been neglected for a long time. His owners always forgot to feed him his cat food. They were too busy watching the news on tv and eating all their snacks. Empty cheese puff bags littered the floor and the carpet had mildew stains on them. It made Ink’s belly rumble when he saw the discarded food on the floor. Ink was so tired of being cooped up in that dump, so one night he decided to run away.

Ink ran so far he did not recognize where he was going. He passed by grave yards, old shops, and big ominous shadows. He heard wolves howling at the moon, owls hooting, and other terrifying sounds he didn't know. He was getting scared. He was starting to sweat, cry, scream, and shake in fear. He was about to give up, but then he saw the nearest shelter and walked into the old and spooky house.

Inside, Ink found a long wooden black bed and laid down to take a nap. But little did he know, it was actually a coffin. In the middle of the dark night, a shadow of a figure appeared over Ink. It was a lanky, pale, old vampire named Gramp, who tried to eat the cat but he had no teeth. So he whispered very quietly and excitedly, “Honey, can you get my dentures for me?” “Okay," said his wife. When the old grumpy vampire finally got his dentures -chomp- he devoured the cat’s body in one gigantic bite. When Ink woke up, he was confused because he saw his lifeless head on the floor and what was left of his destroyed body. Ink thought it was just a nightmare, so he tried to wake up. Unfortunately for Ink, it was not a bad dream, it was real.

Ink had died from blood loss because Gramp had bit a large chunk of Ink's brain; it was as if a great white shark had chomped on his head. To Gramp's surprise he could see Ink’s ghost floating in the air. Ghost Ink was so livid he could barely speak. When he was finally able to talk he shouted, “How dare you do that to me! I was having a hard day!!” Gramp felt terrible because he did not realize Ink was having one of the worst days ever. He wanted to make it up to Ghost Ink. Ghost Ink thought and thought until he got a brilliant plan. Ghost Ink said, “I bet I can stay in the sun longer than you can.” Gramp wasn’t the smartest vampire and didn’t know what the sun can do to vampires, so he agreed to the challenge.

Right before sunrise, Gramp and Ghost Ink got ready to do the challenge. Gramp was determined, he put on his clear, moist, thick spf 100 on his pale skin. Ghost Ink was not going to put sunscreen on because ghosts can’t get sun burned. When the sun was finally up, Ghost Ink and Gramp stepped outside. As soon as the warm rays of light touched Gramp’s wrinkly, sticky, pasty skin -crack-  he turned to stone. This made Ghost Ink a really beautiful effigy for the spooky house.

Separately, in the spooky house, an evil mad scientist named Dr. Pork Chop, who was a blob fish, found Ink’s dead body on the floor. A blob fish looks like a human head that is pink and has a big stretched out droopy nose. It resembles a slimy, smushed booger. Dr. Pork Chop brought Ink’s body to his secret lab because he loved to do experiments. For this particular experiment, he decided  to use a pig's body. Dr. Pork Chop used stitches to sew the pig body and Ink's head together. Then, Dr. Pork Chop brought his creation to life with electricity. “It's alive, it's alive!” shouted Dr. Pork Chop excitedly since his creation now obeyed his every command.

            Ghost Ink felt weird because he heard someone talking in the spooky house near his dead body. Next, Ghost Ink went back inside to check to see if anyone was there. To his surprise, his body was missing! Then, Ghost Ink saw a slimy footprint trail  that led outside the house. So Ghost Ink followed the trail that also had a bad odor of rotting fish to a towering building. He peaked inside the window and he saw his head on a pig's body. The creation had a bright pink torso that had lots of messy stitches around its neck. Ghost Ink floated through the door and confronted the person who made the slimy trail, it was Dr. Pork Chop!

Next, Ghost Ink asked Dr. Pork Chop, “Why did you steal my body?” Dr. Pork Chop said, “I didn’t know it was yours.” Ghost Ink tried to talk to Pig Ink, but Pig Ink said nothing like a statue. Ghost Ink screamed, “What's wrong with him, Dr. Pork Chop?!” “Nothing is wrong because I made Pig Ink my mindless servant!” Ghost Ink was in shock that somebody could be so twisted. Then Ghost Ink got another brilliant idea. Ghost Ink said to Dr. Pork Chop, “Instead of my body and a pig head for an experiment,  I know who you can use instead. You can use my horrible owners. They would make the perfect servants."

Ghost Ink explained everything to Dr. Pork Chop; how terrible his life was, how badly his owners neglected him, how he ran away, and how he ended up dead from an old vampire who had dentures. Dr. Pork Chop was so moved by Ghost Ink’s story.  All of a sudden an evil grin spread across his slimy face. Dr. Pork Chop said, “bring me to your owners, and I will let Pig Ink go.” “Okay,” said Ghost Ink. Ghost Ink took Dr. Pork Chop to his owners’ house. “Can I have Pig Ink now?” Ghost Ink asked. “Yes," Dr. Pork Chop said.

At last, Ghost Ink fused with Pig Ink. Pig Ink was the color pink not black so Ink was not used to his new look. But Pig Ink was not satisfied by just getting his body back from Dr. Pork Chop. He wanted more, so he set out back to his owners’ house because they were no longer there. Dr. Pork Chop had already captured them and used them for an experiment. When Pig Ink finally arrived to his house after what seemed like the longest day ever he finally was at peace. To this day he lives happily ever after because he can eat all the snacks he wants.