Disclaimer: I'M ALIIIVE! Hiatus is over, and chapter freaking three is OUT! WOO HOO! A lot has happened since I last posted a chapter in here, for example, university. Sorry to say this, but expect irregular updates. Hopefully, this won't be abandoned for so long again. Good news though. Chapter 3 is much larger than 1 and 2, and with a lot more content to boot. Gonna be able to make several chapters out of that.
TravisUmbra: I like sarcasm. It's funny to read and imagine in your head.
MagicMakerRose: She did speak some. And I'm glad you're liking the story!
Andonexus KotD: I AM ALIVE!
TazmaniaLizard: Probably. Most likely. YES. Looks like our patience has paid off, huh?
Mr. R3M: Thanks!
RillFipher: Okay, you caught me. I tend to reference Mark in my story. I've never played the game before, so I look to others for what happens. Plus, some of what he says is hilarious. :)
Dragon of Yin and Yang: Same!
redvintage888: Thanks! I don't know about the song. Kate did notice it playing on one of the radios, but that's about it.
TazmaniaLizard (again): I know! I found it when I was staffing at cadet camp. It was awesome!
Miraculous Pink Ninja: Please continue!
I OWN KATE!
"Speaking"
Thinking
"Reading"
Edited: May 17/18
What… what happened? Groaning, I sat up, holding my head as the pounding faded out. Okay, Kate. Let's rewind for a second and think about what happened. I get chased by creepy ink Bendy, blocked off the entrance to the room, and… oh.
Boris.
Ho-he-wh-wh-how was HE alive!? He was all gooey and cut open upstairs! How'd he get down there!? "Argh! Couldn't anything make any dang sense in this twisted fun house of nightmares!?" Sitting up, I clumsily got to my feet and looked around me. I was in a small room with a Boris poster, a hammock hanging over a foot locker, and a Bendy clock that resembled one of those old-timey black and white cat ones. Y'know, the ones with the moving eyes and tail?
Looking up at the whirling fan creating a small soothing breeze, I sighed in relief. Wherever I was, it was safe. Wait. What was I resting on? Looking behind me, I couldn't help the tiny smile on my face. A cot was set up in the corner, with a thin blanket at the foot that no doubt fell off my when I woke up. At least whoever brought me here knew how exhausted I was. I probably collapsed the moment I ran into Boris. Did Boris bring me here? I still had no idea if the wolf was on my side or not, after… the Bendy episode. But right now, it was a comforting thought having someone helping me out.
"And no ax. Great, just great." Weaponless. Let's hope that doesn't last long. I tightened my braid's elastic and looked over at the door. Should I risk it? Probably. I'd been trapped inside this building for who knows how long, and I couldn't remain there forever. I needed answers. And if I couldn't find Mr. Drew, then I guess… Boris would have to do.
"I'm hunting down a cartoon for answers to an occult built around an animation studio," I mumbled, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me. "I'm seriously gonna need therapy after this." Directly across from me were a set of overalls and underpants hanging on a fence, ink dripping off of them. "Ew." Left or right. Left or right… left.
Going into the new room, I blinked in surprise, A line of old sinks filled one side of the room, along with a dirty mirror covered in scratches and a floor flooded with inky water. "A bathroom. Well, at least it's something semi-normal in here." Not gonna even bother with the plumbing. It's more than likely all inked up too, and the cause of the floor's state.
Walking back out, I turned down the right door and froze. "Oh." Boris. The wolf was sitting at the far end of the room beside a banjo, resting a hand on the table. Not gonna back out. Not gonna back out. Mentally prepping myself, I walked over to him. A deck of cards was laid out in front of him along with a small candle. Boris nodded his head to the music in the background playing on the speakers, making me wonder how such a simple guy… wolf… thing, ended up in this situation.
I stopped in front of him, but felt my voice get stuck in my throat. Boris continued nodding to himself, seemingly unaware of my presence. Okay then? Maybe he's wondering what I was going to do next?Gulping, I moved down the room to the right. It's not that I was afraid of-oh, yes. I was terrified. After what happened with Sammy and Bendy, my trust factor and nerves were shot.
Maybe there's a way out this way-NOPE! Bits and pieces of old paper, posters, and cardboard cutouts shaped some disturbing spider-like Bendy on the wall. At least I think it was him. The tutu, smile, and tie gave it away. "Okay then. That's… that's not a good sign. Maybe the other way?"
Spinning around, I speed walked back past Boris and over to the door on the left. No lever. "Maybe he has it," I mumbled to myself, and glanced back at Boris. Guess I had no choice but to talk to him after all. "H-hey… Boris," I said quietly, trying to control myself. "Have you seen the lever around here?" An idea popped into my head, and I smirked playfully. "Or are you holding it hostage until I make you some food?"
His silence I decided to take for a yes. I didn't think he could even speak, so I would have to rely on actions and expressions instead. "Thought so." Moving back towards the right, I stood up on my toes to grab a can of bacon soup on a box, then grabbed the one on the stove. Need at least one more. Wasn't there a box under the hammock?
"Right." Running back, I flung it open and grabbed a can before returning to the stove and dumping the contents into the pot and flicking it on. The odd soup mixture seemed to cook quickly, as only a few minutes ticked by until I saw Boris give a small nod. I guess that means we're good. I dipped up some of the questionable liquid into a bowl and carried it over to Boris. "Here you go, pal." Boris took the bowl and sat it down, smiling thankfully. Reaching behind him, he dropped a toolbox on the table and went back to his music. Okay? So I just made you soup for nothing? Flipping it open, I happily took the lever and went to insert it. Pulling it down, the door swung open to show a new hallway heading off to the left. Wait a second. Turning back, I grinned at the wolf. "Thanks Boris!"
The wolf glanced over at me, and I could've sworn he smiled back again. "Okay, girl. Let's get this show on the road." I turned back to the door and stepped out into the area. A hand tapped my shoulder, and I jumped with a small shriek. "Wha-Boris!?" Boris stood behind me, still smiling. He's… gonna follow me? I had a partner now. That's… well, at least he wasn't trying to kill me.
Yet…
"Let's see what's out there, huh? Don't wander off." Nodding, he lagged behind me as I surveyed our surroundings. Old lockers stood in the corner, covered in thick cobwebs. Walking down the end of the corridor, I paused to examine a wooden box with a slot at the top where one could look out. "Little miracle station?" Was that a halo on the sign? Shaking my head, I turned around and gasped. A Bendy standee stood at the corner.
"I'm really disappointed with you, you know." I flicked its forehead, shaking my head. "What did I ever do to anger you? I've never even met you before today. I'm just a child entering the idiocy of adulthood." Okay, 20 is somewhat considered already adulthood. But I was young at heart!
Boris raised a brow at my actions, and I turned to face him. "What? I've been stuck in here for a while. I needed someone to talk to in order to keep my mind in tact." Shrugging at my excuse, he pointed ahead of us, and I realized our problem. "Pretty dark, isn't it? We'll need some light." My phone was out of the equation. It had gone on to the big cell company in the sky. So what else could I… huh. A flashlight sat on the table beside me, and I picked it up. Not a normal looking one, but I assumed it would get the job done. It had a heavy built, clearly used for working in rugged terrain. Flicking it on, we made our way into the darkness. The cartoon tensed as the door behind us closed, and I stepped back to keep beside him. "Don't worry, Boris. I'll light the way."
Gears and gauges whirred around us, and I moved a little closer to Boris for both of our comfort. The wolf seemed to be on the skittish side, as whenever I got a little too ahead, he started to shake nervously. The pumps and machinery didn't really scare me, but the loud noises in the pitch black in a haunted building made me more than a little jumpy too. "Ugh. There's ink everywhere." The goo trailed behind me as I accidentally stepped into a large puddle of it in the corner, leaving a long mark on the floor.
"Did you hear that?" I leaned back, making Boris bump into me. I could've sworn I heard something. Like footsteps. Turning to look at Boris, he shook his head negatively, but his eyes were anxiously looking up over our heads. "Yeah. Me either." Another Bendy. That wasn't a good sign. "Finally. We've reached the end." We stopped at the end of the tunnel, and I carefully tucked the light under my arm and tried to open the door. "Dead end. And I don't see any other way through. You have any ideas?" Turning back to Boris, I watched as he lifted a vent up off the floor and turned to me with an open hand. "Oh. Uh, here." I handed the light over, and Boris proceeded to crawl through the narrow opening. The gate closed behind him, and as I switched my sight from where the wolf went to where the metal door was, it slowly creaked open to give me passage. "Thank you, Boris."
Sticking my tongue out at the large Bendy head at the end of the hall, I took the turn on the right… and stopped in amazement. "Whoa… how big is this place? I mean, seriously?" They had a toy factory built in there too? A large stuffed Bendy doll sat in a corner, and a plush Boris sat further back under a machine dripping ink into a pool around it. A headless toy got bumped by my foot, but I was too focused to even give a second thought over the random dolls scattered about. Giant model planes hanging from the ceiling, and Bendy cutouts laying along the wooden walkways at the base of the stairs, against the walls themselves, and against couches in the corners. "Heavenly Toys." Dad never mentioned any of this, and he was very thorough in his stories. Dazed, I walked up to the machine, looking over the edge as I climbed a set of stairs on the side, and shivering at the amount of ink. I may want to consider my career as an artist. Sorry dad.
"Punch in," I smirked, and punched in the card in the slot. Walking into the room, I found yet another problem. "What is it with this place and blocked exits?" Maneuvering around the shelves, I stopped behind a stack of Bendy dolls to press play on a video recorder. Shelves that were clearly movable along a track stood on either side of me, lined up with Bendy, Alice, and Boris toys.
"I don't be seein' what the big deal is. So what if I went and painted some of those Bendy dolls with a crooked smile? That's sure no reason for Mr. Drew to be flyin' off the handle at me. And if he really wants to be so helpful, he could be tellin' me what I'm to be doin' with this warehouse I got full of that angel whatchamacallit. Not a scrap of that mess be-a-sellin'! Probably have to melt it all down to be rid of it all."
Jacksepticeye works here? The Irish accent almost made me want to burst into laughter. I wasn't sure of the whole story of Alice Angel, but apparently Sean-or Shawn-didn't like her. You know what? I'm calling this guy Jack, just because. Is that ink toy... breathing? The small pure black toy beside the tape bobbed up and down, and I backed up. That's... definitely not normal. "So I'm guessing from that clip that I need to turn on the machine. Think I saw the power switch back in the other room." Backing out of the room as fast as I could, I went and pulled the lever. "Right lever, Kronk!"
Gears were jammed though. Looks like I needed to fix that too. Jumping up, I began yanking the severed heads of the toys from the cog wheels, allowing them to flow freely. That's not too hard. "Done," I grinned. "Now to turn it on and move these shelves." Two cranks allowed the cases to move to the right and into the wall, freeing the door behind it.
"She's quite a gal." I frowned at the banner at the end of the room, seeing a door behind the dirty glass. An Alice standee stood on the side among the barrels and crates. "This… isn't going to be fun." Cautiously, I moved into the room, only for all the lights to switch off, plunging me into darkness. "Aah!" A quiet but melodious voice came through the old speakers, and small TV screens lit up with Alice's face, just like the start of an old cartoon. The lights on the floor flickered, adding to the terrifying scenario.
"Oh, sweet Septiceye, save me now!" I squeaked, trying my hardest to keep myself steady. Now that I listened more closely, it sounded like Alice was… singing. A song about herself, actually. As the song seemed to wind down, the light behind the glass where the door was turned on, earning a cry of alarm from me. "Oh, heck no." I'm about to get jumpscared again, aren't I?
"I'M ALICE ANGEL!"
"Holy!" Screaming, I stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor. A demonic looking Alice appeared on the other side of the glass, hands slammed against the pane. Black inky arms and body that turned into a sickly off-white skin color at her shoulders, where what looked like dirt was smeared around the upper part of her dress, just above her breasts and bow. A black hole was all that was left of her left eye, and large jagged fangs made up half her mouth. I almost threw up when I realized that when her mouth moved, thin, gooey lines of ink tried to seal it back shut. But yet, it was only the left side. Her entire left side of her head was pulled back, misshapen. Two short but very pointy horns jutted out from the sides of her head, and her halo looked as if it was half embedded in her very skull through her long raven black hair. With a loud rage-filled roar, she brought her arms back and smashed the glass, turning out all the lights… and taking me out with them. I really need to stop passing out… idiot.
Insane laughter filled my ears, going along with my pounding head, before she spoke. "I see you there~ A new fly in my endless web. Come along now, sweet child. Let's see if you're worthy to walk with angels." Oh, give me a break.
There's so much to this new chapter, I'm gonna die happy during the long weekend coming up. You guys can look forward to these updates. Besides, I'm impressed I made this on the same day as the new update!
I ought to wear my Bendy shirt I got at Hot Topic when I write. Get me in the mood, wouldn't you say?
There's also been a few updates to the older chapters in the game, so I may or may not fix up my older chapters myself according to what I find useful.
Well, until next time!
Angel
