Part II Chapter 7: Swan Song

A/N: Hi full disclosure that this chapter's gonna have a lot of cursing, sorry if you don't like that sort of thing!

Audrey was still pretty scared of this dark unknown. The tunnels weren't getting any brighter, and she kept hearing the sound of that awful river sloshing to her side. Her mom and dad had taken her to the beach once. The waves were so loud, but they stayed on the same path, the same sound. She'd chased seagulls along the shore, collected sea shells in a tiny bucket, and built a sand-castle right along the edge of the waves. She tried closing her eyes. It wasn't as scary when the darkness was just her eyelids. The sound of the river wasn't the beach though. It sloshed about without rhythm or purpose, drips and drops echoing around in her ears.

Bendy's grip tightened for a moment, and Audrey opened her eyes. There was a door in front of her. She didn't recognize it, but a poster of Bendy had been torn up and hung as a doorplate, with Bendy's name proudly displayed amid the inky handprints covering it and the door. Bendy shuddered for a moment, and Audrey heard popping noises as he started to shrink. There were cracks and pops, and she let go of his hand. After a few moments, he shivered, and turned to her, back to normal.

She smiled brightly at her friend and giggled. "You're back!"

He grinned and clapped his hands together, dancing around in circles. She felt like joining him. It wasn't so scary anymore. She wondered why he kept changing back and forth. Why didn't he just do that from the start? It was confusing, but she was just happy that he was back to normal, so she didn't really question it.

Bendy turned the door in front of them and opened it up, nodding and waving Audrey inside. She hesitated for a second, and Bendy poked his head back out of the room and waved again excitedly.

Audrey carefully stepped into the room with him, and gasped in wonder.

Toys and dolls lined the walls, along with posters and cutouts. There were dolls she hadn't even seen before, some were cast aside while others were carefully seated next to each other like an audience. Candles warmly lit the small room, and Audrey could also see cans of bacon soup as well. There were blankets, half-deflated balloons, and random clothing items like hats and jackets. It was like one big lost and found room, but nothing was haphazard, everything had a place. Pieces of shiny glass or bottles were hanging by string from the ceiling, catching the candlelight. There was a shoe, just a single shoe, by the door, far too big for Bendy to fit into, but a smaller slipper was right next to it, as if he'd tried to make a pair of them. Bendy stood proudly in the center of the room, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest.

"Is this...your room?" Audrey asked.

Bendy nodded up and down aggressively, taking Audrey by the hand and pulling her around the room to look at everything. There were posters turned around to their blank side with child-like pictures drawn in ink, books and audio logs stacked on a small wooden table that wobbled unsteadily, really everything but a bed. Most items were from around the park, but there were a few things that could have belonged to guests or workers at some point. A pair of sunglasses. An umbrella. A few dollar bills, coins, even a tiny earring.

Audrey couldn't help but laugh at his joy as he picked up dolls and drawings, showing them all to her, but her smile quickly started to fall.

"Bendy...I wanted to go home. I want to see my dad," she said.

Bendy paused. He wouldn't meet her eyes. He just grabbed something else to show her instead. A jar full of bugs. Most were dead. Some were squirming in the ink. Or...were they made out of ink? One of the dead bugs was moving, so maybe it wasn't dead, but it was all covered in ink and twitching.

She set that jar aside.

"Bendy. I wanna go home."

Still, he ignored her, turning instead to a broken record player and switching it on. Familiar songs fills the room, slightly off-key or slowed down in sections, sometimes skipping or repeating the same lines over and over again. Bendy grabbed her hands and pulled her to the center of the room, dancing around and around in circles. She let him for a while, but then pulled her hands away and stomped her foot.

"Bendy, I wanna go HOME!" she snapped.

He stopped. His smile didn't fade, of course. But Audrey felt herself shiver as he just...stared at her. He didn't move or flinch or blink. He just...stared.

"...please?" she squeaked quietly. "This place is...very nice. But this is your home. It's not my home. I want...I want to see my mommy and my daddy."

He grabbed her hands again. His grip was tight. And his gaze was relentless.

Audrey swallowed the lump in her throat. She heard the bug in the jar by her feet squirm. Bang against the glass. It wasn't dead at all, but she couldn't even see the bug underneath the ink anymore.

She was getting scared again. But the last time she got scared of Bendy, he got really mad and chased after her. She...she really didn't want that to happen again. What should she do? Should she just pretend for a little while?

Audrey forced a smile. "A-actually, I don't have to go home right now...w-we can wait a little while longer and play...okay?"

Bendy perked up immediately, dropping her hands and spinning around the room. He jumped up and down, dancing and clapping, then raced over to a can of bacon soup. He undid the lip, prying it open with his bare hands, and handed it to her happily. She was really hungry. But the soup didn't look like the soup they served at the park. That soup was yummy and creamy and full of potatoes and tomatoes. This soup looked...black. Like maybe it had gone bad. Still, Bendy stared at her expectantly, dipping his own hand in to take a bite. She'd never seen him eat before.

Audrey glanced down at the bug at her feet. It was still flailing helplessly against the glass, running back in forth, slamming against its cage. Bendy glanced away for a second, and Audrey bent down and unscrewed the lid. The bug flew a few feet, and then dove into an ink puddle in the corner. Then, it finally stopped moving.

Audrey swallowed again. Her throat felt tight. She reached up and grabbed the can of soup, staring down at the lumpy contents.

"Thank you," she said quietly to Bendy. And he just smiled, and grabbed another can for himself.

Why oh why hadn't Henry started taking exercise classes with Linda?

She'd offered. "This'll be great bonding!" she'd said. But he refused, because he was already tired enough when he got home from work, he didn't want to add in exercise routines. Besides, when his wife decided to dedicate her time to something, she went all out. Her classes weren't just squats or jogging, no, she'd gotten into all kinds of physical activity. Weight lifting, aerobics, you name it, she'd probably dedicated some time to it. And he was supportive of course! But he hadn't signed up himself. No, he was perfectly content with his wimpy little body that only needed to focus on drawing.

Or that's what he thought, anyway. He should have known it was a good idea to join his wife after the whole fiasco a few years ago with Tom and Allison. Hadn't he learned that running was a necessary life skill?

Now here he was, dangling from a rope, holding on for dear life and trying not to look down. And it was a LONG way down.

He'd made sure the rope was secure. At least, he sure hoped it was. He'd tied it around a supporting pillar, back in the same room the giant hole Tom had fallen into. The rope itself, he could only hope it was sturdy. He'd found it in one of the back offices, tucked away with a few other emergency supplies like flashlights. None of the equipment looked like it had been touched in years though, and it probably hadn't, given that Joey didn't seem too concerned with safety measures.

Slowly, Henry lowered himself down, inch by inch. He had no idea if the rope was long enough to reach the bottom, nor could he tell if he was getting close. He really hoped the rope was long enough; if it wasn't, he'd have to climb all the way back up to the top and try to find more. His arms might really give out if that were the case.

He'd been climbing down slowly but surely for nearly half an hour, he'd assumed. The hole up above him was just a tiny speck now, not even casting any light onto his head. He really wished he'd brought a flashlight, though he would have had no way to hold it. Still, it might have made him feel better.

It was just...so dark. With so few light all around him, he felt like he was lowering himself into the jaws of some big beast. He had no idea if the hole he was going down was a mile wide or just a few feet. He heard nothing but the occasional whisper of wind, a cold draft that shifted him and his rope ever so slightly, but not enough for him to get too concerned.

He really hope Tom was alive down there.

He really hoped Audrey was safe, too.

He'd searched the entire park, top to bottom, hoping for some sign of her. She knew she was supposed to either wait for either of them if she were lost, or find someone to help her. If there was no one around to help her, she should have just stayed put. But what if she had found someone? Or...what if someone had found her?

Bendy had fallen down into the hole with Tom, so Henry could only hope that he was preoccupied and hadn't found her. That left Boris and Alice. He'd checked the security office, and no one was there, so a guard hadn't found her. It had to be one of those two.

Had Allison found her? That felt like the most hopeful option. Even if Allison didn't really remember who she was, even if she was just "Alice" right now, she was still a good person. She'd keep Audrey safe.

But then where could they be?

Henry felt like he'd lose his mind if he kept searching around aimlessly, and the sun was starting to rise. Guests would arrive soon, along with workers, and if they found the hole in the back room, they'd seal it up before Henry got the chance to go check for Tom.

Linda was looking too. He'd almost ran into them a few more times, exchanging panicked glances with his wife each time Henry came back empty-handed, with Joey none the wiser.

Henry had to face the truth. His daughter was here, somewhere, but she wasn't in the park. Allison had said that people went missing. They had to go somewhere, and Henry could only assume they were somewhere below the park, below the studio, and his only way down as through the same hole Tom had fallen through. He wasn't sure if it was the right way to go. The park was enormous. But if the park was opening soon, and Audrey was still hiding somewhere up above, she'd find someone to help her, an adult, maybe someone else with a family that could reunite her with Linda. That was the hope, anyway. But if Audrey was stuck somewhere below the studio, there was little chance the right kind of people would find her.

So this was where he had to look.

At this point, it had been hours since Tom had fallen. If his friend had been hanging onto life somewhere below before, he might not be anymore. Henry could climb all the way down to the bottom, and find nothing but his body. But now, there were two reasons for him to climb down the hole. The chance that his friend might be alive, and the chance that his daughter might be trapped down there as well.

Henry's foot touched something wet. He stopped, recognizing the smell that was always sickeningly present throughout the studio.

Ink. And a lot of it.

It was too dark to see anything. How close he was to the shore, if he was hovering over a puddle, or something much bigger. Hadn't Tom said there was a drainage system below the park? Something to contain all that ink and rainwater? This might have been it, but Henry thought he might be down even farther than that now. Every time he thought he reached the bottom of the studio, every time he thought they couldn't go any lower, there was always another layer, always something deeper and more menacing. Allison had fallen into the drainage system before, and she'd been alright. Maybe Henry could just lower himself a little more and-

"Who...who are you?"

Henry froze, straining his eyes through the darkness. They'd hardly adjusted at all in the time he'd been climbing, but he thought he could just barely see an outline in the distance. "H-hello?" he called back out.

"Wha...why are you hanging by a rope?"

He recognized that voice. He'd heard it a million times it what felt like a million different ways.

"Alice?"

He could barely see her, holding up a candle. Her face was haunting with nothing but a small flame shadowing her features, like an angel of death. He felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Do you...need some help?" she asked.

"Yes please," Henry said, still hanging on.

The flame vanished for a moment, he followed it with his eyes for as long as he could, and then it reappeared again. He heard Alice grunt, and then a big splash.

"I-I moved a piece of wood under you. It's not very strong, and it won't hold your weight for long, but you might be able to reach the shore if you jump to it," she said.

"R-right then, stand back," Henry said, and worked up the nerve to let go of the rope. He felt his body hit the wood, immediately wobbling as it started to sink below him, and he jumped toward Alice's voice as far as he could. His foot caught the edge of the shore, and he almost fell backwards before he felt her hands grabbing him and pulling him back. He sank down to the safety of hard ground and let out a breath. "Thank you..."

"No problem," she said, and sat down beside him. Now that he was closer, he could see her face more clearly. Black lines were running from her eyes to her cheeks, inky tears their kind weren't supposed to really shed. Her hair was a mess. Her halo was askew. And her bow looked torn as well.

"...are you alright?" Henry asked.

She jumped as if he'd startled her, and gave a sweet smile. "Oh, don't worry about me, sir! I'm more concerned why you were dangling from a rope down here!"

"It's...a long story," Henry said, an easy out from having to explain to her the complexity of their lives. The complexity that she was so closely ingrained in. "My name is Henry. How did you get down here? Shouldn't you be up there, entertaining guests with your songs?"

Her bottom lip trembled. "I...I think so..."

"Are you lost too?"

"Yes. No, I...I don't know," she said, her voice cracking. "I'm terribly sorry, y-you're a guest, I should be smiling and entertaining you! That's what we do, that's what I'm supposed to do!"

Henry shook his head. "No. Don't worry about it. I'm a worker too, right? So there's no need to go through all that trouble. We're just coworkers, you and I."

"Coworkers?" Alice asked. "Do you work at the studio?"

Henry nodded. "Yes, I make..." he trailed off. He'd never had to explain who he was to a toon before. He wasn't even sure where to start. How much would she understand?

"You're...the Creator, aren't you?" she asked.

Henry cleared his throat. It was an odd title he wasn't sure he liked.

Alice smiled and looked down at her candle's flickering flame. "I...I could tell when I saw you. It's...very strange. It's like a connection. We all have a connection to the ink machine. We can feel it, in our chest. Like a pulse, but not quite a heartbeat. There's something similar when I look at you. Something familiar, and old, and comforting. Does that make sense?"

"I can't say it's a feeling I'm familiar with myself," Henry admitted. "But it would make sense. I originally designed the toons, yes. But that was a long time ago, back when it was just doodles on ink and paper. I...I had nothing to do with creating you per say."

"...Henry. Since you made us, originally, can I ask you a question?" she asked.

He nodded, then realized she might not be able to see him nod in the darkness. "Ah, yes, of course."

"Do you think that we should exist?"

Henry stopped. He wasn't expecting a question like that. Alice's eyes were staring holes into his skull, looking for some sort of reaction, for something.

How the hell could he even begin to respond to such a question? He...he couldn't. So he was just silent. And after a while, she continued.

"I'm...not so sure we're supposed to. I think there's something wrong with us," she said. "I...I don't always feel right. Sometimes it's wonderful, when I see children and adults smile, when I make them happy, when I hear them sing along...nothing feels more right in this whole wide world. But...sometimes it's wrong. Sometimes I feel like I'm...like I'm too many angles, too big, too small, not right. Like colors are too much, and sounds aren't enough, and everything just...it goes on and on and on without end. I always crave an end. Not to die, just...to restart again." She tucked her legs close to herself. "I suppose none of this makes much sense to you..."

"Actually Alice, what you said makes a lot of sense. I can't really say whether you should exist or not. I just know that...you do. And whether or not it's right or wrong is kind of irrelevant. If you exist, if you're here, in this moment, then nobody has a right to say otherwise," Henry said. He took a deep breath. He didn't have much time to waste. He had a hundred questions for her. Had she seen Audrey? Did she know where Tom was? Did she know anything useful? He couldn't ask them, not yet, not while she looked so scared and helpless. After all, somewhere deep inside of this angel was his friend. He couldn't just leave her like this.

"What made you start thinking all of this?" Henry asked.

Alice winced. She looked afraid. "...it's...also a long story. But I...I don't feel like myself sometimes. I feel like something is wrong with me. Like there's someone else, clawing at me from the inside, trying to get out. I'm so scared of what will happen if that person succeeds...there are so many voices in the ink, Henry," she said. Her eyes were wide. Whatever she was staring at, Henry couldn't see. "So many voices, all the time, each one so loud, each one trying to scream over the next...sometimes I can't even hear my own voice through it all. I...I can't tell who I am sometimes...who I'm meant to be...I...I am Alice. But sometimes, I feel like I'm more too."

Was this it? Was this Henry's chance to tell Alice who she really was? Were those voices Allison trying to break free from the ink machine's control? If he told Alice the truth, would it overwhelm her, or push her over the edge and give Allison the chance to come back and emerge? Would she even believe him?

He opened his mouth to speak, but before I could, Allison gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh no...I...I left her there, I left her with him, I-I can't believe I forgot, no no no!" She stood up in a flash, and Henry scrambling to stand up with her.

"W-what are you talking about?" Henry asked. "Left who? What's going on?"

"Audrey," Alice whispered, terror in her eyes.

Henry's eyes matched hers immediately. "My daughter?!"

Alice started running, and Henry followed the sound of her footsteps without hesitation, sprinting to keep up with her. He didn't have time or the mind to ask her how Audrey got down here or who she was left with, he just ran to the beat of his frantically racing heart. There was light up ahead, and he and Alice rounded the corner to a large fire-lit square and-

"There you are..." a voice growled.

Alice froze, and Henry nearly barreled into her in his effort to stop so quickly.

Another familiar voice.

Sammy stepped out, clutching the only eye that wasn't covered in ink. Monster was the only way to describe him. His eyes were locked onto Alice, filled with fury and something else Henry couldn't describe, something desperate and hungry.

"Why'd you run away, my angel?" he asked. "Susie...Allison...and Alice..."

"SHUT UP!" Alice screamed, clutching her head. "Leave me alone!"

Sammy took a step toward them, and Henry moved in front of Alice instinctively. Sammy's eyes narrowed. He pulled his hand away from his good eye, revealing a bruised, black eye leaking ink instead of blood. "Henry...you're a pain in my ass just as much as Tom is..."

"How are you still alive, Sammy?" Henry asked.

"Oh, this place never lets anything die, not really," Sammy said. "Dying is expensive...and Joey does all he can to save on cost...this is all one big tomb for sinners like us...we live and breathe these walls, this ink...it keeps us prisoner here...half god and half man..."

"He's crazy," Alice whispered. "Audrey was with him when I...when I ran..."

"If you're talking about that girl who was with you, she left. Ran off somewhere after you abandoned her, and I couldn't care less one way or the other where she went," Sammy said.

Alice winced. "Audrey...I'm sorry," she whimpered.

Henry wanted nothing more than to run. To go find his daughter. She was here somewhere, in this dark...but Alice was still behind him. Trembling. He was the only thing between her and Sammy. He couldn't just abandon her to go after his child...

But she abandoned Audrey, didn't she? You have every right to abandon her as well.

Henry swallowed. He hated thoughts like that. But they were getting louder with each second.

Could he really protect Alice anyway? Whatever Sammy was right now clearly wasn't human anymore, and this ink had proven time and time again to grant people incredible strength and abilities. He'd be like a rag doll. Sammy could get to Alice anyway...

You should save your strength. Go find your daughter.

Dammit...dammit! Henry's hand trembled, and Sammy grinned. His gaze shifted over from Alice to Henry, like he could read his mind, like he could already tell what Henry was thinking off doing. Maybe Alice could sense it too. He heard her whimper again. Heard her try not to cry.

Every second he wasted was another second that Audrey was alone and scared, wondering why her father hadn't come to save her already. But leaving Allison...he'd already left Tom. Was running the right option? What was he supposed to do?!

Sammy chuckled, and took a step toward them, outstretching his arms as if to carry the whole world in them. "Don't worry, Henry. I'll take good care of Alice. I'd never harm my perfect angel~ We're going to be together forever. Alice, Susie, Allison, and I~"

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!"

Sammy turned just in time to see an enormous inky fist slam into the side of his face and send him sailing into a wooden shack. Sammy hit the shack with a large crash, and the whole stack of wood fell on top of him, scattering dust and debris.

Tom pulled his fist back, growling and looking toward where Sammy had gone. "You're not touching her ANYMORE!"

"T-Tom?!" Alice said. He turned to her, but it was clear by the confusion on her face that she still didn't remember him. She just knew his name from their brief earlier meeting.

"Tom!" Henry said. There was so much relief, so many questions when he saw the arm, but words were spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Tom, my daughter, she's somewhere here and I-"

"Then go, quickly!" Tom shouted. "Go get her!"

"Thank you," Henry said, and started running. "Alice, stay with Tom! He'll keep you safe, I promise!"

"O-Okay! And Henry, I-I'm sorry," she called out.

"Me too," Henry whispered to himself. And then he was gone.

"Damn you...DAMN YOU THOMAS CONNER!" Sammy burst out of the ruble, throwing pieces of wood off of him. The ink around him swelled and pulsed like it was alive, making him more monstrous by the second. "You always get in my way! YOU CAN'T HAVE HER THIS TIME!"

Tom cracked the knuckles on his human hand and popped his neck. "Come and get her, bastard."

"M-Miss Alice, we should stand back," Wally said, appearing behind Alice and gently pulling her away. But Alice's eyes were locked onto Tom.

"Tom..." she whispered. "Thomas...Conner..."

Wally tugged again, and this time she followed, stepping back just enough to be out of the firing zone. They weren't the only ones. Lost Ones from all corners of the shambled city emerged, peeking their heads out of buildings or forming a scattered crowd, all watching with glowing eyes.

Sammy lumbered toward Tom, the ink swelling and covering nearly every part of him. "She's mine...she's mine she's mine she's mine! She's my angel, my savior!" Sammy shouted. "I CANNOT BE A GOD WITHOUT AN ANGEL!"

"You're one sick son of a bitch, you know that?" Tom said. "You've had it in your head from the beginning that all these singers work for you...that they owe you something..."

"They do," Sammy said. "Especially Allison...she owes me favors! I helped her, you know! I used to be her friend! And Susie...oh Susie..." he paused. "My Susie...my sweet little songbird..."

"Susie is dead," Tom said.

"NO SHE'S NOT!" Sammy roared. "She's...she's still alive! She's there, in Alice! My Susie is still alive! She can still sing for me, just like old times!"

Tom frowned. "...guess talking sense into you is out then. I still don't want to kill anyone. But you ain't exactly looking very human."

"No..." Sammy chuckled, the ink covered all but his eye now, everything else an inky lurker with limbs and hands made of ink, all turned toward Tom. "The only one dying today will be you, Thomas Conner. Once and for all, I will finish you and get you out of my way for good."

Sammy lunged, and Tom's eyes widened as he dove out of the way. The inky body had given Sammy more speed than Tom was expecting. Sammy spun on his heel as Tom jumped out of the way, grabbing his good arm and swinging him back around. Tom cursed and reared his inky fish back, slamming into Sammy. Both of them went tumbling to the ground, rolling toward the firepit in the center. Tom could feel the heat rolling off of it in waves.

He jumped to his feet, trying to get the upper hand on Sammy and slamming his fist toward him. Sammy rolled to the side, kicking out at Tom's legs and sending him to the ground. Tom caught himself and pushed back, ducking as Sammy swung his own inky fist at him. He dodged the first one, but the second one knocked the air from his lungs and sent him crashing to the ground. He coughed up something, wasn't sure if it was ink or blood, or which one would be worse. Sammy kicked him in the gut, sending him further away, but Tom took the opportunity to pull out his ax. When Sammy reared back to punch again, Tom swung and hit Sammy in the chest, sending him sailing back again toward the fire.

"I'll be damned...Tom might really be able to do this!" Wally whispered. "Check it out Miss Alice! ...Miss Alice?"

Wally's words weren't reaching her. Alice was lost in the last place she'd ever wanted to be, her own mind, and was struggling to remember even her own name.

Voices spinning again. Names too.

Alice...Allison...Susie...

Sammy hit the logs in the fire, spraying ashes down onto him. He roared, barely swatting them off of him before he charged toward Tom full speed. Tom tried to dodge again, but this time, Sammy was ready. He predicted Tom's movements and changed course, crashing into him and sending them both to the ground. Tom felt something metallic creak and break, the metal in his arm snapping. He wasn't expecting it to hurt, but it did, and he screamed as the ax went tumbling out of his hands and away from his reach. He tried frantically to grab for it, but Sammy pulled him away, dragging him closer and closer to the fire. Tom dug his hand into the dirt, pulling up nothing but weak splinters of wood and dust, his inky arm useless without the metal to hold it up.

Sammy started laughing. "Are you scared, Tom? You're nothing without both of your arms, you're pathetic...you couldn't protect Allison...and you can't even protect yourself..."

Tom felt the heat of the flames. His hissed in pain as the flames licked at his shoes and ankles. He looked frantically through the crowd of Lost Ones for Wally, but he couldn't see him anywhere.

"Don't worry," Sammy said with a grin. "I'll take good care of my angel...of my dear Susie...my dear Alice...my dear-" He turned, looking over his shoulder. His eyes widened. "N-No, what are you-"

SMACK

There was a harsh, sickening smack as the ax sank deep into Sammy's head. The ax head broke off completely with the force. Nothing but ink dripped down his face, and Sammy's mouth opened and closed wordlessly in shock. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his grip on Tom released and he fell back into the fire. The flames ate at the ink, at his body, and everything, and Sammy had barely enough sense to scream.

Tom looked up to see Alice standing over him, ax handle in hand. She was panting for breath, eyes locked onto Sammy's burning body.

"Al...ice?" Sammy croaked, his final dying breath.

"ENOUGH!" Alice threw the broken ax handle into the fire after Sammy and put a hand to her chest. "My name...IS ALLISON PENDLE!"

Sammy said nothing more. The flames swallowed him completely, and Alice let her hand fall back to her side. With her back to Tom, he couldn't see her face. She couldn't see his fill with tears.

"Allison?" he whispered. "Are you...really?"

She turned around and smiled at him. She still looked like an angel. Still had horns. Still had a halo. But that look in her eyes was something only she could ever have.

"Hi Tom..." she said, tears rising to her eyes. "Sorry for making you wait."

WHOOP THERE IT IIIIIIS

MY GIRL IS BACK

YUS

Alright I'm chill, I'm calm guys, but I've been so eagerly awaiting this moment lol

As always, thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! And stay safe out there, stay home when you can and wear masks out in public!

PS: TYPING WITH ACRYLIC NAILS IS SUCH A PAIN WHY DID I DECIDE TO TRY THESE AWFUL THINGS T.T please forgive my typos I promise I'll go back and fix them once these accursed things are off

Also press F to pay respects to Sammy, I swear he's not coming back this time lol