Chapter V
As Allison finds the propeller boat available in use unlike the one that she and Tom used before. It was in fine condition. While lowering it down in the inky black waters, she gets on as the boat moves through the short tunnel. Allison felt strange, having to travel alone with neither Tom nor Henry beside her. But soon they'll meet again while escaping from Alice's demise. But when? Why did Alice want her dead? Before having to stab her in the heart with her macete. She was here before Allison and most others were present.
Allison didn't think much about it until now.
While venturing through the studios alone, she had come across another Alice Angel but she looked rather different. The right side of her face looked as if it had melted and smushed, her halo tangled in her ebony hair. She had scratches on her chest, her voice sounded wrong and distorted. This Alice was malicious and advorious for beauty.
"You! What are you doing here!?" She had once met Allison. Before she could respond, Allison was cut off as Alice added with...
"Only one of us will have to live, and certainly it's not you."
"But why?" Allison asked meekly.
With that Alice's eyes grew wider with recognition.
"It's you! THAT ALLISON WHO STOLE MY SPOTLIGHT!" Alice raised an axe, ready to strike at her rival, not before she was stopped by Tom. As they wrestled, Alice wouldn't give up so easily making her move by hacking through his right arm. Cutting off clean as ink began to ooze out from it's socket. Allison managed to pull him away from Alice and they made their getaway. Afterwards, Tom had to replace his arm with a mechanical one (which worked nicely).
So what does Alice mean by 'stealing her spotlight'? Did she know me before entering the studios? There were so many questions to be answered. Her thoughts were soon interrupted as the boat came to a harsh halt. Nearly making Allison lose her balance on board as she sees there thick globs of ink jamming the propeller. She removed the bobbling handful of ink, and something came up from the surface. A ginormous Bendy hand waving like being a seaweed in saltwater. As it waved for a second, then came crashing down the unoccupied boat making it sink down. Allison started up the boat once more, until it stopped again and had to remove the ink off the propeller.
She had to admit it was annoying, considering she was being hunted by a huge disembodied cartoon arm like a shark stalking its prey while smelling the scent of blood.
Eventually, Allison was able to make it to the bay with a couple of tall buildings and a few poorly made houses all lined up together. Upon further inspection it looked more of a western ghost town. As Allison gets to the dock, looking around to see if there were any sign of searchers or lost ones anywhere. Everything there seemed peaceful and quiet. Too quiet.
"What are you doing here?" A booming voice called out with a sound of wood breaking with force. Sammy Lawrence, stepped out holding his axe. Though his voice sounded rather damaged and less human than before.
"Angels like you are not welcome here!" he came towards Allison. As she pulls out her machete directly towards his mask he wears on his face of Bendy. A leader to the searchers and lost ones and prophet as he calls himself before.
"Let me explain first, Sammy. I have to hide from Alice for a while-"
"Well you're not staying here Angel. No angels allowed here. For they are nothing but trouble. So begone with you and go back to where you came from." Sammy begins turning around, leaving Allison alone.
"Sammy, not all angels are as bad as you say. I just want to stay in a low profile for a while."
Sammy wanted to argue but was interrupted by a searcher wearing a dark yellow bowler hat crawling in his direction while moaning.
"Not now Jack, I'm very busy."
Jack moaned again in desperation but then looked at Allison for a moment then replied by moaning.
"WHAT?! But she's an angel!" Sammy blurted out.
Jack moaned again in desperation as if to say, Please Sammy!
Sammy beckoned Allison to come hither forward, as Allison obeys.
"My friend Jack wants you to help him and his friends with making the Bacon soup for tonight so I'll make an exception. You can stay here, only for twenty four hours and that's it! One false move and you're out here. Never to return, understood angel?"
"Yes, but my name's Allison." Allison was relieved that Sammy was able to change his mind, thanks to Jack.
As Jack leads inside of the shed, it was a little cramped. But the inside looked a little bigger on the inside than the out. There, surrounding a small wooden table were six other searchers wearing different assortments of hats. One of each wearing a hard hat, a top hat, a cap of a chauffeur, a cowboy hat, an explorer hat, and one weaning an animated funnel on its head.
"Welcome to our home, it isn't much but it is cozy. And everyone this is Allison. She's in Angel." Jack greeted in moaning while the other six oohed and aahed surrounded her knees to get a better look at their new visitor.