The swing creaked as it slowly swung back and forth, a sad movement for the sad person perched upon it. Ever so lightly, a movement of his foot set it into motion just as it slowed down again, only ever going for one single swing. His blond hair fell into his face, hiding it from the little light there was in this prison. His thin hands gripped the chains that held up the bar that was the swing.
His prison, while be it preferred over being held in the creature mouth, was rather demeaning. It was a giant bird cage, one that he would give a pet bird but he was not a pet bird, he was a human! Still, he had to admit, there was something oddly enjoyable about the chain of toys hanging from the top of the cage, it made interesting sounds.
Outside his cage, he could just barely see the window and the world beyond it. Now that things had calmed down, now that he had been captured, the forest was no longer on fire and the building was starting to look a bit nicer. The trees outside were even starting to gain some life, like it was spring.
He wanted nothing more than to go out to the woods and hide amongst the trees, maybe even climb a tree and sit there for a few hours, it been years since he did that. He used to do that a lot when he was younger and people would joke that he was a 'tree wolf' since his spirit animal was just a wolf at the time.
There was a light snoring sound in the air. The hellhound had returned since it was night time in the real world, the spirits returned to this subconscious world to sleep. Far across the room from him was the creature itself, curled up on it's side like a giant dog with his legs moving, probably in a dream. He envied that hound for sleeping so well. Even when he passed out, his sleep wasn't so welcomed.
Still, he was bored of this place already. The cage was big, true, but it was still a cramped, confined space and he wanted out. He jumped down from the perch and sat down in the nest of blankets that was his bed, straightening it out so he could lay down. He didn't want to sleep, but he didn't want to stay awake either.
He curled up and slowly closed his eyes, his mind only longing for freedom. It took a little while, but eventually he was swept away to the world of dreams, blissfully away from this world of darkness and into a world of the freedom he so desired.
.~.~.~.
Earlier that day, Henry walked into the library and up to the librarian. He had been working for so long, he hadn't had time to go to the library. He walked up to the desk, waiting for a librarian to walk out.
"Can I help you with anything?" a kind elderly woman asked, walking out of the backroom.
"Yes," Henry answered politely. "I need to see every book you have containing any form of information regarding the Legendary Spirits."
The woman began searching for references of the books he described, writing a list for him to use to look around. She smiled at him brightly and handed him the list. "Here you are, deary."
"Thank you," Henry said as he took the list. Hopefully, one of the books would help him find a weakness or any way to down the three.
It took him only a short while to find the books on the list, digging in as fast as possible and skimming through them. He didn't have time to read in depth, he needed to find information he didn't know on how to handle the three and stop them without bringing any harm to their bodies, he didn't want to hurt his friends and coworkers.
The first article he found that had the three all together was someone's translation of hieroglyphics on the wall of a pharaohs tomb. The pharaoh was the host of Bendy and his wife was Alice, Boris was a servant who worked for him. The three hosts had fused with the spirits. Their downfall? Alice poisoned Bendy so she'd be the ruler of the kingdom, Boris lead a rebellion to defeat her and killed her, then Boris was killed by scared townspeople.
The next time the three were together was thousands of years later. This time, they were getting along well, in Mid-evil Europe. Their downfall here? The freaking plague. All three had died of the plague. Henry almost had to laugh about that.
The third time the three were together was back in Salem a long time ago... during the Salem Witch Trials. They had switched out with their poor hosts just in time to be tried, the three normal humans scared and screaming as they went through the trials. In the end, the townspeople decided the three were possessed by demons, and they weren't wrong, they were just too late. All three were put to death anyway.
There was only one other time when they were working together, but that was also short lived as they were all poisoned by the people they enslaved. Other than that, their downfall was always something more disturbing.
Their usual downfall was Alice killing Boris. Henry's mind flashed over to the carnage left behind in Alice's wake, all the dead bodies with their chests ripped open. He couldn't help but picture the two as Susie and Sammy, the mental image of Susie killing Sammy made him cringe though.
He sighed, looking down at the books. All the times they had been defeated so far, they were killed. There were several things wrong with that. The first being that while the hosts weren't exactly innocent, any of the three of them, they would have been if not for the demons in their minds anyway, they didn't deserve to die for that. The other reason was that the demons just reincarnated in new bodies each time, there was no keeping them dead.
It was hopeless. The only way he could see out of this was killing his friends, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Unless...
How could he not have seen this before? The spirits were demons! The demon, the hellhound, and the fallen angel, all three came from Hell. A smile came to his face as he realized that. If they came from Hell, they could be sent back to Hell. All he needed to do was fined a priest willing to assist him.
.~.~.~.
Susie felt a smirk spread across her face. She peered out the window to see the military-like trucks and vans pulling up to the studio, people from the organization piling out and approaching the studio. "Oh, joy~," she cackled. "More people to play with~!"
Boris was still asleep on some chairs nearby, but her words began to stir him awake. He sat up and groggily ran his fingers through his hair. He walked over to stand beside her at the window like a zombie, or a teenager first waking up in the morning. "So I guess Henry did send them," he muttered, voice crackling a little and slightly hard to understand.
Susie turned to stare at him. "Henry sent them?" she asked. "You mean... Henry was here and you never told us?!"
He looked at her in alarm at first before sighing. "Yeah, Henry visited yesterday," he explained.
"And you just let him go?!"
"Well, it didn't matter if he lived or not!" Boris growled. "We've killed everyone who's messed with us so far, it didn't matter!"
Susie fumed for a second before forcing composure upon herself. This was fine! He was right, they could easily handle everything thrown at them. But she still couldn't help but question their recent actions. All this death, this destruction... this wasn't her, was it? When she was younger, she never even dreamed of causing so much trouble.
And the others? She couldn't speak for Joey but Sammy was content staying away from everyone and hanging out in the music room at school during breaks. She used to join him, she'd sing while he played the music. He was an introvert who just loved doing chill things on his own or with only a very small group of people. He never showed signs of trouble either.
Well, aside from the time he got in a fight at school and the one he fought was hurt far worse than he was. The older and bigger boy that he was fighting was sent to the infirmary with scratches covering every inch of his visible body, long and deep and three in a row, which was odd since by all accounts, it should have been four in a row. Sammy had the normal amount of fingers, after all, and he was a wolf, wolves attack with their teeth or they swipe with their paws. The other boy didn't look at all like a wolf attack, but maybe some other creature.
She turned away from the window, walking off. She could feel Boris watching her leave, but she didn't feel the need to explain herself to him or anything. It was like he said, it didn't matter if the men stormed in or not. They could handle anything thrown at him, no problem.
.~.~.~.
He was so bored! The cage was cramped and dull, despite how big it was, and everything inside it had quickly lost it's charm. The toys were no longer that interesting to him, the swing perch was the most interesting and even it wasn't that fun anymore.
He may have been screaming in frustration because he heard footsteps approach and a voice start talking to him. "Not having much fun here, Sammy-boy~?" Bendy asked, walking up to his cage. "Ah, what a shame."
"The way you say that," Sammy muttered. "Can you get me out or something?"
"I'm glad you asked~!" Bendy replied. "I can't get you out exactly, but I can spice things up a bit!" He waved his hand and the toys hanging from the ceiling switched out for new ones, more toys appearing at the bottom of the cage. Along with the toys, a small tree-like structure with more toys and things hanging from it appeared.
"One last thing," he said, holding up a finger near his smirk. "'Boris said he was thinkin' of adding a hammock in here," he added as one also appeared. "There, that's better!"
Sammy looked around. He had to admit, the new additions were actually a bit exciting to him, even though they were all typical bird things aside from the hammock. He looked back at Bendy and was met with a smirk.
"No need to thank me~!" Bendy said with a happy laugh. "Anything for a friend of my hosts! And don't worry, I'll make sure nothing happens to you! I'll take care of you from now on, okay~?"
He wasn't sure how exactly to answer so he nodded.
.~.~.~.
Boris watched the men storm the building. Susie had left him before they got inside, Joey was in the machine room, it was just him and the dead bodies left to deal with the men. Luckily, he had a trick that the others didn't have. Possession.
Just as the men started to get close to him, the dead began to rise and charge them, all with every single one of his abilities and fighting styles. It was like an army of himself, and every person involved became another Boris. It was a technique he so loved to use but didn't often get the chance to, he really needed to thank Henry for providing him with that chance.
A dark chuckle left his throat as he watch his personal army attack the people who came here to deal with him. He waved his hand and the dead from the next room over began to return to life as well. There was a familiar feeling about someone in the room... like he knew one of them.
He tried to think on it. Surely there were people here his host knew, maybe it was someone he was close to? But who were they? Why did he feel this attachment to a few people? Well, he'd just have to keep an eye on the people he felt the attachment to, not that much harm could come to dead.
Just as he was about to call his second army over, he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and a teaser at his head. Well... that would leave a mark, wouldn't it? He wouldn't die from it, true, but he would be in pain and captured, and he'd rather not be either right now but not being in pain was preferable.
He held up his arms in surrender, looking down in defeat.
{~ I always seem to run into fics where Bendy and/or Joey add 'boy' to the end of someone's name and all I can ever think is of Pegasus in Yu-Gi-Oh! with his "Yugi-boy" and "Kaiba-boy". And if anyone's curious, the zombies Boris called upon were a reference to the dead Borises Alice had littering the place in Chapter 3 of the game. ~}
