Devil in Disguise
"Well, well, well," The voice was smooth and silky, and had an edge to it, far unlike the Searchers and Sammy. Henry quickly turned and paled as he saw the owner of the voice; the figure was female, judging from the almost cartoonish curves he could make out in the dim light, and about his height, and wearing what he assumed was a cream looking dress, though the ink stains made it look like a dull gray. "If it isn't you…" Henry blinked slowly, wondering if he was going to have a repeat of what happened with Sammy.
"Um...hi?" He asked slowly and the woman started to laugh. Henry paled at the sound; it was harsh, almost maniacal. This was going to be like dealing with Sammy, wasn't it?
"What's the matter Ol' Boy? You forgot your favorite gal?" Henry slowly started to step back as whoever this was stepped closer to him, only to find the ink puddle he had stepped in seemed to have a grip on his feet, preventing him from moving. Henry looked down at his feet before he felt cold, wet, claw-like fingers dig into his chin and forced him to look at the featureless inky figure. "It's not polite to ignore your gal…" She hissed and Henry winced, trying to get his feet free, or something he could use as a weapon as the figure got uncomfortably close to him, the stench of ink nearly overpowering Henry. "Something's...off…"She stepped back, studying Henry. "Same height...same build...same eyes...but something isn't right…" Henry looked around frantically for an escape as 'she' continued. "His hair is gray...his bones are weak…" Henry looked at her, admittedly offended. "He isn't like before…"
"Just call me old and be done with it!" Henry snapped; he didn't mind he was aging, but he got annoyed at the constant reminders. (And frankly, he wasn't the one dripping ink and blabbering like a maniac) The figure's body language shifted to irritation before straightening up.
"Wait…this can be fixed…He can be made right…he can be made right…" Henry tried again to free his feet as the figure's repetition turned to more like desperate begging. Henry grunted as he managed to get his legs free and he tried to turn and leave, but the inky creature snatched his arm, pulling him uncomfortably close. "Where are thinking of going Ol' Boy~? Are you being shy~?" Henry internally panicked as the cold ink was getting uncomfortably close. "Oooh, you're playing with me, aren't cha?" Henry was starting to wish that he was dealing with Sammy again. "Oh Ol' Boy, playtime can wait til we get you all fixed up~!" The inky creature grabbed Henry around the waist and this strength he wasn't expecting, lifting him up off the ground. Henry managed out a startled gasp before his head accidentally banged against a loose board and he was knocked out.
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Just a write out of an idea of a Corrupted/Evil!Susie Campbell/Alice Angel. I might play with it more if more ideas come to, but enjoy either way!