Chapter 2: 'The Dark Vigilante'
Welcome back, everybody! To another exciting recollection of the adventures of me! Captain Cole!
So, on our previous telling, I told all of you wonderful boys and girls about how I came into being and my recruitment into Sillyvision!...And everything else that followed.
But let's not focus on that right now! I'm sure that all of you wonderful people are BIG fans of 'The Bendy Show'! Otherwise, why would you be listening to this?
You wanna know what my favourite part of the show is? The wacky adventures? The silly antics? The backgrounds? The characters, meaning me and everybody else?
Nope! It's the music! I love the music of our show! It's so chipper and happy and puts a huge smile on your face! I love the way it'll be all peppy and positive, then rise into a huge explosion when something funny happens! The drums! The trumpets! The piano! I just love how it all works together so well! I could listen to it all day!
Y'know, my voice actor actually made a short little song for me 'cause he liked me so much! I'd sing it to myself over and over and over again! It went like this:
Captain Cole is the top super hero,
The new villain of The Bendy Show.
That cheeky grin anybody would know,
He's up and at 'em, getting ready to go!
Emily thought it was a bit stuck-up, but I loved it! It felt like getting a piece of fanart or fanfiction about me! I was blushing so much everybody noticed it! I even made my own little tune for it that I would whistle all the time. Boy, it sure would annoy Bendy!
Yeah...I love music...
...
Maybe that's how I found myself wandering around in the music room.
How long had it been since I had lost Emily? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? I couldn't tell. In this 'world' of ours there didn't seem to be any sense of time, only flickering lights and dripping ink.
I was still hunting for that...thing, that was 'Bendy'. It seemed to have fled further into the studio. Maybe it saw me as a threat, or something dangerous...well, good. It should.
I actually managed to find something. The ink machine. The object that Mr. Drew had been so obsessed with. It was off when I found it. I didn't know if it had run out of power, or if it had broken, but I sure as heck didn't want to fix it. Didn't want to ruin anybody else's life.
You guys may already know this, because you OBVIOUSLY watched our show, but there were more characters then me, Bendy, Boris and Alice. Background characters, citizens, little people, animals, objects with human features. They were few in appearance, but I still considered them friends and coworkers, so I didn't want to drag them into this reality and end up ruing them like I ruined myself.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. I found myself heading down to the music room. Everything was set up how I remembered it. All the instruments, wow, I loved the instruments back in our pages, they were so shiny and lively. These ones though, they felt abandoned and sad, rusty in a way. Even unloved. It was enough to broke a hero's heart.
I actually found that little song about me, on a scrap of paper tucked away in a chair. Reading it made me crack a little warm smile from the memory of hearing it for the first time.
I don't know why, but I felt a little burst of inspiration, and decided I wanted to write more of it. So I found a pen (there was obviously plenty of ink around) and started writing. it was kinda difficult having to hold the pen with my new scarf claws, but i managed to finish the song:
Captain Cole is the top super hero
The new villain of The Bendy Show
That cheeky grin anybody would know
He's up and at 'em, getting ready to go
/
Captain Cole would always save the day
But then a monster took his creator away
Now he's drowning in his dark dismay
And is on the hunt for a demon to slay
/
With ink in eyes its hard to see
Up to your ankles and its hard to flee
Choking you and its hard to breathe
But you will be set free
Just hold your breathe and believe
In the dark vigilante!
/
Shiny goggles sat on top of his head
Now their stuck to his eyes with tears of dread
And pitch black claws are on the end of his threads
Such an existence makes you wish you were dead
/
The cheeky smiles now a gloomy frown
His body of ink is dripping down
No more a hero then a blackened clown
Thoughts darkened like a cursed crown.
/
With ink in eyes its hard to see
Up to your ankles and its hard to flee
Choking you and its hard to breathe
But you will be set free
Just hold your breathe and believe
In the dark vigilante!
/
Just tell yourself don't give up hope
Takes all your sanity just to cope
Feel bound by both ink and rope
Supposed to be just a funny trope
/
Nothing else that he can do
Except hope and pray that he too
Can make them laugh, someone like you
And kill the cursed spawn of Joey Drew!
/
With ink in eyes its hard to see
Up to your ankles and its hard to flee
Choking you and its hard to breathe
But you will be set free
Just hold your breathe and believe
In the dark vigilante!
...It turned out...darker, then I expected.
But hey, I wrote it, and it took me a while! Thinking of all of those rhymes was hard you know!
Despite how somber it was, I was still happy, somewhat, with what I had written, so I decided to see if I could play some instruments and make a good tune out of it!
The piano was always my favourite. it could be so soft and melancholy, but it could also be fast, hyper and happy, or even slow, long and sad, just with a few movements of your fingers!
I tried to move my arms to reach the keys, forgetting that they were always stuck to my side nowadays. Funny thing to forget, I know. Instead, I moved my claws and made them hover over the keys. Whenever I looked at them, I would still jump a little. It was just hard to remember that they were now an extension of myself, stuck to the ends of my once lovely scarf.
Tentatively, I pressed them against the keys, hearing the instrument let out multiple sounds of strong vibrating strings within itself, and I found myself waiting until the multiple sounds had completely faded away, until I lifted my claws up, leaving a few splotches of ink on the faded white pieces.
"It's you..."
I stopped and spun around in shock at the new voice. I mean, a new voice was very strange to me given the context. What I came face to face with was some kind of...person, completely covered in ink. He was wearing a Bendy mask, and a pair of dungarees not unlike Boris'.
"...Who are you?" I hesitantly asked.
"Nonononono. It's you who is more important here." The more he talked, the more I seemed to recognise the voice, as he leaned in uncomfortable close. "You...it's you isn't it? Cole...Captain Cole..."
"...Wait..." I listened closely. "That voice...Sammy? Sammy Lawrence? The head of music?"
"I am...flattered, that you remember me." He hissed. "I never thought that you would be blessed...you don't seem...deserving of it."
"What are you talking about? And what happened to you?" I persisted.
"You...you are our lords enemy." Sammy hissed. "You are the greatest heathen to his glorious name! The one who threatens his glorious reign!"
I backed away slowly. He was creeping me out. "Hold on...are you, talking about Bendy?"
"If I kill you...he will reward me! He will thank me for ridding him of his greatest adversary!" Sammy almost laughed as he suddenly picked up an axe! "All in his name!"
"Woah!" I jumped back as he swung the axe down, barely missing me. "Are you insane!?"
"It is all for his sake! All for the sake of our saviour!" He raised the axe again.
Before he could do any more damage, I grabbed him by his midsection and slammed him into the ground, making him release his grip on the axe, before i held him in the air. "Tell me properly! What happened to you, Sammy!? How long have you been here!?"
"Faithful followers shall tell nothing to filthy enemies of their leaders!" Sammy raged as he uselessly thrashed around in my grip.
"How did you end up this way?" I continued to question. "Has this happened to everyone?...Is...Is Emily like you? Is Emily alive!?"
"Emily Walters! She is the one who created you!" Sammy yelled. "She is a disgusting traitor! She should never have created you! It is her fault! She is-GAH!" In my anger I smashed him into the wall, knocking over several instruments.
"Take that back!" I hissed, getting up in his face. "Take back everything you just said! Emily was the nicest, kindest person ever! Don't you DARE insult her in front of me!"
"Heathens! Heathens, both of you!" He continued to scream. "You will never escape his influence...for he is the true one out of you all...he is Bendy!"
Suddenly, I felt something forcefully hit me from behind, making me release him. I spun around to be met with what looked like half-bodied creatures made entirely out of ink.
"What are these things!?" I thought aloud, before I crushed one with one of my claws, making it collapse into a black mess. I then slashed two others with my other claw, splattering them against the wall. I instantly turned around only to find Sammy running out of the room!
"Sammy!" I made to chase after him, only for two more of the things to emerge. "Get out of my way!" I smashed them into each other, making them explode into ink as I rushed past them, looking around frantically only to find him nowhere in sight.
"Sammy! Where are you!?" I shouted, of course getting nothing in reply. "Nggggh! He ran off! Little...!" I sighed. There was no point getting worked up over it.
I sidled back into the music room, which was now quite damaged. I placed all of the instruments back correctly and made sure no more of those things were around before i sat down on one of the chairs.
"Sammy...what on earth happened to him? How long as he lived down here? Don't people need, like, food and water and all that to live?" I pondered. "This is weird...but, if Sammy is alive, maybe Emily is as well! And at this point...that's the only thing I can hope..."
It was a real crying shame that nobody got my song. I'd spent so much work on it as well! Oh well, I suppose it doesn't matter.
After all...I didn't like music as much after that.
