The graphite men ran for their lives. Fortunately, one had the sense to call in the Inklings before resuming his flee. Eraser chased them furiously, driven by an insatiable need to wipe the graphite men from existence. He managed to get one's foot, who hobbled, screaming in agony at his loss, before two Inklings slammed into the ground before him.
Eraser stood up, eyeing the two units. "Bringing ink to the fight huh?" he asked.
"You chose this battle, not us, Eraser. Now face your consequences" one of the Inklings said as they stepped toward the enemy, pens drawn.
Eraser turned to flee, but the other Inkling leaped in front of him and began drawing a holding cell to contain Eraser for prosecution. Frantically, Eraser tried to erase away the lines they drew, but he knew from the beginning it was futile.
This was ink.
Permanent ink.
The best he could do was smudge some of the lines, but by then they'd drawn even more of the holding cell, eventually containing him entirely.
They brought him to graphite court, where the judge slammed her gavel without a word and sent Eraser to a lifetime of confinement. Four Inklings brought Eraser, bound by his holding cell to the giant confinement facility. The guards unlocked the chamber and slid it out from the larger structure. In went Eraser, and the cell slammed shut with a metal clang. The guard reached up to the middle of the cell and locked it, thus sealing Eraser's fate.
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