Emely2Sonic

With a spin of the last valve, the Ink Machine fell silent, its many moving parts slowing to motionlessness before its great creator. Drawing a handkerchief from nowhere, Joey mopped the sweat off his brow as he stumbled slightly, moving away from the controls. Using the machine always left him weary, as if it sucked all the energy out of him and left him weak. Well, this would be worth it. Leaning heavily on his cane and pocketing his little black book, he walked round to the front of the machine to see his newest creations. And, sure enough, they were pulling themselves out of the ink as he stopped before them. As each creature rose and s