Henry couldn't believe the phone call he received, a frantic call from the organization that was supposed to be taking care of Sammy and Susie. Note the 'supposed to' part of it, since they weren't doing that. The place they were kept was destroyed like a criminal came in looking for something and ransacked the place, all the occupants found laying dead all over the place and neither of the two found.

The suspicions were confirmed true, they were two of the Legendary Spirits' hosts. That meant they were free, probably with the third. And he had an idea of just where the two escaped to.

Right after he got he got the call, he hopped into his car and drove off towards the studio. If he was wrong, Joey would be mad at him for returning, but if he was right... if he was right he had to get out quickly and call the people for help again. He didn't want to believe that the two could be dangerous, maybe a little intimidating if they were in bad moods, but not dangerous. Sadly, if what he was told was true, they were. Highly.

He pulled his into a parking space and got out, walking towards the building when he froze. Was that... blood... oozing out of under the door? Upon closer inspection, it was indeed blood. He ran to a window and peered inside.

Bodies lied everywhere, their blood forming a pool that completely covered the floor. He was too late to stop anything from happening. For the first time in who-knows-how-long, the three Legendary Spirits were gathered in the same place, and they were leaving a massacre in their wake everywhere they went.

Movement in the background caught his eye, causing him to look up from the field of death that was the main room to see a figure walking in. The figure appeared to be a little smaller than him, and blond. Sammy. He wanted to smile and let out a sigh of relief to see one of the people he was looking for was okay, but he knew this was too easy.

Sammy looked up at him, seeing him through the window. Faster than Henry'd ever see him run before, he raced to the door, moving as if he was teleporting there. The door flew open and he lunged at him.

"Sammy! Calm down! It's me!" Henry cried, causing Sammy to pause and stare at him. "We're friends, remember! If you're mad at me for calling those people, I'm sorry!"

Sammy just froze and stared at him. "You... you knew him," he whispered. "Oh my go- I am so, so sorry!" His words made Henry freeze as well but he didn't seem to notice. "I didn't want to, but he was just so unwilling! I had no choice!"

"You're... you're not Sammy?" Henry asked, quieting him at last.

"No... well... yes... it's complicated," Not-Sammy sighed, leaning against the wall. "Don't worry, Sammy's perfectly fine and safe. I swear I wanted things to go smoother like Bendy and Alice's meetings with their hosts, but he was just not having any of that, I had no choice but to take over myself and lock him away. But really, he's fine!" he insisted again.

Henry continue to stare at him in confusion. "So you're... Boris?" he asked at last, trying to piece everything together. He received a nod and wasn't sure whether he should feel relieved or more worried. Well, at least the spirit said Sammy was safe, so he didn't have to worry about him, he just had to worry about... him. "And Sammy is...?"

Boris sighed, looking down sadly. "Like I said, locked away," he explained. "I swear he's fine though. I didn't hurt him in the least. No one has hurt him."

Henry nodded in understanding. "Well... as long as he's safe, I guess," he said, looking back at Boris. "Now, you do know what I have to do, right?" He asked as started to back away, heading back to his car.

"I know," Boris answered with a nod. "You have to go tell the organization our whereabouts and send them to 'pick us up', and we'll have to kill them and continue our plight to take over the entire world."

Henry tensed up as Boris spoke. Damn, he was right. The three had caused two massacres already, he didn't need to send them more people for another one. But if he didn't, they'd get out and start destroying the entire town, eventually spreading their onslaught to the world, so he still had to anyway. The decision was a tough one, but he knew what he needed to do was not the answer he wanted to choose.

He got in his car and drove off, turning on his car-phone. It was nearly the end of the world, he could make a call in the car. If he didn't, he would die anyway. The phone soon connected to the organization, the voice of an agent coming in fairly clear through it. "Uh... hi, this is Henry," he greeted when an officer spoke to him. "Listen, I found them. They're hiding in the studio. They've killed everyone else in the entire studio as well."

"Understood," the officer replied. "We'll get our best men and best weapons to take them down. Thank you for telling us." The officer hung up before Henry could speak with him further, despite how much Henry wanted to warn him to find another way, a better way.

He started to drive back to his house but a thought struck his mind. He took a left instead of a right and changed his destination, going straight to the library instead of home. When they were kids, he and Joey went to the library to look up the Legendary Spirits because of the organization visiting their school to look for them. Now he needed to do that again to see if he could find a way to stop them.

.~.~.~.

Susie sat down at a table in the cafeteria part of the studio, gently stirring her tea before taking a sip. She swore she wasn't usually this violent, but the two blood-baths she was a part of told otherwise. Still... earlier...

"Please ask Alice...Susie...whichever to stop eyeing me that way."

His words still rang through her head. She didn't even notice that she was staring at him like she wanted to pin him down and rip him open in some twisted mad-scientist type fashion. He was her friend... well, the host was her friend anyway, she'd never want to hurt him! Why was she looking at him like that?

Then he had insisted that it wasn't her fault at all, that it was just something about Alice that made her do that. She didn't do research on the spirits, Sammy did, and he wasn't going to answer her now on what Boris meant by that.

Her mind went back to the countless bodies that she left behind her, all with their chests ripped open and heart removed. Was that... was that also Alice? She, herself, never thought of doing that before. It wasn't a fighting style that crossed her mind much, not that fighting or killing had crossed her mind much at all before.

She looked up to see Joey and Boris walk in to get lunch as well. Joey started getting coffee first while Boris went straight for the fridge, putting together a sandwich. They had a busy morning, murdering their former-coworkers and all, so it appeared that all of them had worked up an appetite of sorts.

"Boris," Joey began, causing Susie to look up from her thoughts and return to reality. Boris, too, looked up to listen to him as Joey continued. "You're in a human body. A tiny human body. You literally can't eat that much."

Susie turned her attention over to the sandwich Boris had built. It wasn't extreme per-say, but it was bigger than she knew Sammy would ever be able to eat, seeing how skinny he always was.

Boris sighed and cut it in half, storing the other half in the fridge. "My last host wasn't nearly this thin," he commented. "He could have handled it."

"Yes, well, Sammy's a very thin body type," Joey replied, clearly rolling his eyes. His voice even sounded like an eye-roll, he was very much tired of dealing with the hellhound he worked so hard to find. "If you want to spend your day in the bathroom, throwing up everything, have at it, I won't stop you. But if you want to actually be of use to us, pay attention to your body."

Boris opened and closed his mouth to mimic talking, rolling his eyes and walking away with half the sandwich he made.

.~.~.~.

"Greetings, Susie."

Susie walked up to the fallen angel, who sat upon her throne like some sort of a ruler. In the plane where they could meet their spirits, the nonexistent world in their subconscious they entered, they could be where ever the wanted. Today, the fallen angel had chosen it to look more like a palace than their usual building.

"What brings you here, sweetie?" Alice asked, leaning on her arm and smiling at her warmly.

"I needed to ask you a question," Susie began. She took a deep breath and tried to rethink what she wanted to ask. She looked up at Alice, the angel seemed very interested in what she had to say. "It's just... It's about the murders recently that we've been doing," she explained nervously.

Alice smiled and nodded lightly. "Ah, what is it that you wanted to ask about it?" she inquired. She didn't seem at all concerned by the question. In fact, she seemed... pleased.

Susie sighed and took a deep breath. "Well... the way that we've been ripping out people's hearts... is that... is that you're way of...?" She wasn't sure how to word it exactly, thankfully the angel seemed to understand anyway.

"Ah, yes, that's my way of dealing with things," Alice answered. "A delightful way of murder, if I'm being honest with you. There are a great many of other ways, and I keep finding more as the years go on, but the old standby has always been my personal favorite. Was that what you wanted to know?"

Susie nodded excitedly, happy that the angel was so wiling to answer her question. "There is one other thing," she added softly. Now she was really nervous. "The way that we've been looking at Sammy, well, Boris," she began. "What is with that? Do you and Boris have a history or something?"

"Well, you could say that we have a history," Alice replied, voice changing a little scornfully. "It's an off and on thing. Sometimes, we get along wonderfully, we're practically inseparable, like with our previous hosts. But other times, we don't. Boris tends to feel a bit bad if the host is unwilling to help, it makes him feel like he's constantly harming them, so he's not always that helpful. Last time, the host was overjoyed to be with him, but this time, not so much."

"So you're blaming the murderous look we've been giving him on his caring for his host?" Susie asked. Maybe a hint of resentment made it to her voice, that wasn't intentional but she wasn't too thrilled with what the angel answered with. The angel had spoke as if she didn't care so much if her host didn't agree with her and would be perfectly fine bringing great harm upon her host and one of the other hosts.

Alice look at her in shock before standing up. "Oh, my dear Susie," she began, walking towards her. "That's not what I'm saying at all," she explained, her voice softer and sweet and fake sounding. "It's just that Boris and I tend to fight when that happens and, well, I may or may not be the reason he reincarnates so much more than the rest of us~," she laughed lightly.

Susie looked at her in shock and began backing away. "You mean... you mean you kill him?" she asked, voice shaking. "You kill him and the host body so he has to reincarnate?" She continued to stare at her before her eyes narrowed angrily. "Listen!" she hissed. "I don't care what we do to anyone else, but Sammy's my friend! We are not hurting him in any way, shape, or form, got that?!"

Alice was taken aback by the action but soon regained composure. "Fine," she agreed. "Whatever, I'll stop planning to rip that stupid hound to shreds if it makes you happy."

"It does," Susie replied. She turned away and began to leave again, anger radiating off her in visible streams. No one, and she meant no one, harmed her friends and got away with it.