Last edit update: January 31, 2021
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I look behind me and see the ink blob thingy.
WHAT DO I DO?!
I could risk getting killed by them but that blob thingy could kill me too! If so, why aren't the ink people chasing me then?
I take a deep breath and run forwards despite my bad thoughts giving me ideas of wht could happen to me.
None make any move to harm me. I'm highly relived and confused but I don't complain.
A dead end?! Damn it! Oh look, a flashlight...Next to an open vent? How convenient...
This. Is. Crazy. I look back behind me but it seems I'm too late to crawl in the vent.
He goes to swipe a hand at me.
"Wait!" I exclaim. It's hand stops moving. That worked? Let's see what else works.
"I want to free you," I say. "All of you..."
"But I can't do that if you kill me..please..."I trial off.
It groans, sounding surprised before it slinks away into a puddle. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My anxiety lowers just a little bit.
"Well," I say, thinking. Maybe I could befriend them? "Please do tell the others about me!" I say, hoping it heard me.
I look up. They're all looking at me... Is that bad....?
I take a step back but my back hits the wall. I swallow. I'm not going in that vent. No way.
I take a weary step forwards and then take another. My anxiety spikes back up but I keep walking forwards. For some reason they allow me to leave the room. Weird... But I'm not complaining!
I walk out and walk for a long time more before I decide to find those stairs and take them. Somehow, I manage to find them too. Stupid me, just had to go down.
I come to an inky room, stairs leading down into a lake of ink. It wreaks to high hell in here of ink!
I then spot something. A tape recorder and headphones. Ooooh daaamn it! now I'm very curious!
How deep could the ink really be?
I use the hair pony on my wrist to put my hair up into a bun before I test the waters...or...ink.
That's not so deep...I guess.
Imma regret this. This ink will be impossible to get off my skin...
Oh there's another step. And another. How may more are there?
I'm not liking how deep this is!
But my curiosity gets the better of me so despite my discomfort, I still go deeper to get to the tape recorder and headphones, somehow untouched by the ink.
It only goes up a little past my knees...I try to ignore me fear at this. I'm not fond of large bodies of water so this, something that's all black..it frightens me.
I'm feet away from it when I see a light. Huh?
I look towards it and hear a loud screech, startling me. I yelp and snatch the tape recorder, taking off running. I should have left the stupid thing and ran towards the stairs! Now I'm doomed! Fuck curiosity, it really did kill the cat this time, I guess.
I look behind me and all but have a panic attack. IT'S ALMOST ABLE TO REACE OUT AND GRAB ME! NOPE!
I try to run faster but that's very hard to do in over knee deep ink! Water would have been difficult enough, ink is thicker!
Something screeches my back and I abut scream in pain. Wait! If I scream Bendy will come! I scream as loud as I can right before my vision goes dark.
I open my eyes and groan in pain. Why is it so dark...? I sit up and whimper, everything that happened, coming back to me.
I look around and try to stand up. Gosh that hurts so much! I shouldn't have left the lounge!
Wait, I'm laying on an island surrounded by ink. The little island is bigger than I fist though as I take a better look at it. The tape recording...? I take it and pick it up, it was only a foot away form me so I didn't have to move much to get it.
I hear ink splashing and see a light. I look that way and am blinded by light. I look away.
It walks straight for me. I scoot away, which hurts, until my hand touches ink. If I go any further, I'll be in the ink!
The light dims as it gets closer. I get a glimpse of its clawed hands and can't suppress a whimper that follows as I remember what those claws did to my upper back.
I keep my gaze down as it kneels next to me.
It reaches a hand out and I notice there's something in it.
I look up just enough to see what it is. A can? I slowly take it form him. He gets up and sits a foot away from me, in front of me.
I look at the can. Bacon soup? I am kinda hungry. I haven't eaten since coming here.
I try to pull the tab to open it but it won't budge. I'll deal with thinking about what's siting a foot away from me once I've eaten something.
Thought I think the soup needs cooked but food is food.
I pull it hard out of spite and it opens. Though, I wasn't expecting it this time so it ends up cutting me.
"Ouch!" I exclaim as I drop the can into my lap. It was just hardly open so it luckily didn't spill.
I'd lick my hand to get the blood off but I no way in hell want the taste of ink in my mouth.
I eat some of the soup but I don't even finish before I feel sick. Yup, defiantly needed cooked...
I set the can aside and cover my mouth with my hand. That's what I get for not cooking it I guess. What other choices did I have? Starve?
Nope! I turn towards the ink and throw up. I end up emptying my stomach while throwing up. Great, now that taste is in my mouth.
I glance up at the creature in front of me and my eyes widen. He's got a projector as a head?! I quickly look down.
"I want to go back," I whisper to myself. Maybe Bendy will hear me if I scream for help?
I take a deep breath and quietly say, "Please let this work."
I scream and wait. Nothing.
"Bendy!" I yell, my throat now sore. Still nothing. So I scream again. And again. Until I realize that it's pointless.
I can't stop my tears and soon I'm balling my eyes out. From fear, anger at myself, both or neither, I'm not sure.
I bury my head in my arms that are resting on my knees.
I feel something touch my arm. Confused I look up and yelp, jumping back, both of my hands going in the ink. WHAT'S IT DOING?!
It grabs my arm and pulls me towards it. I try to push it away but the movement hurts my back and I whimper. It let's go after hearing the whimper only to re-grab my arm again after a minute.
"N-no!" I stutter, not knowing it's intentions aren't bad. I don't want to die....
I try to fight but only end up breaking down, crying again. This gives it a chance to do whatever it was going to do.
It turns me around and lays me down against its chest. That's when I realize that this creature doesn't want to hurt me. If it wanted to, I'd probably already be dead.
Wait. Sammy said I gave him back his humanity. Did I do the same for this creature?
Eventually I calm down and now I'm just tired. My back hurts worse than it did before.
"Please take me back," I say. He doesn't move.
"Please. They're probably panicking right now! I have to go back!" I say, trying to get up. He doesn't let me.
"I don't want to be here. Please don't make me stay," I quietly say. I try to move again, which he still doesn't let me do. Though, he is warmer than the air, I still don't want to lay against him. But it is pretty cold...
I decide to keep trying which earns me a growl. I freeze from fear but snap out of it a few seconds later.
"Please let me go!" I say. He growls as if saying no. I still don't give up, even though I think I've caused my back to start bleeding again.
He moves that hand on my stomach that's been holding me in place and instead wraps an arm around my stomach. I scowl, sigh and give up for the time being. Besides, I'm too exhausted to run right now.
I end up falling asleep, though I try not to.
Chapter ten!
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