E looked at the notebook in their hands and debated on how much to say. The repairmen didn’t seem to have any ill intent and but for all the small talk and questionings he was still a stranger. 

Probably one of the most interesting and most non-human looking one they had yet to meet but still, something told E that saying “oh I’m running away from the very people who made me and kept me in a cage” was saying too much. E flipped to a new page.

‘I wasn’t monster hunting I was trying to get through to the other side. I wasn’t expecting a rescue but just think of it like luck being on your side that I was their.’

E paused before showing the answer but shook their head to themselves and decided that’s all they wanted to say for now.

“Hmm,” he nodded. Well, there was that, too.

“Well, again, thank you for that. Not sure what kind of creature eats ink, but I wouldn’t want to meet it!”

He chuckled, and then glanced back into the dark. Gosh, he hoped none of those monsters would want to slurp him up. He hated the spit getting on his inky form. Oh, and being eaten alive was no picnic either, even if it wouldn’t kill the Toon.