New year and new chpater! Yes indeed! lol I hope everyone is doing great! Holiday is over sadly and a busy one it was for me! I got a TON of Bendy stuff from friends and family for Christmas! Made my day! ^_^ Hope you all enjoyed your holiday! I'm sorry for taking so long for this chapter. My job has been a little nuts as well as the holiday schedule. Also, started playing a very exciting and addicting game called dragon age inquisition (go play it!) Plus...writer's block isn't fun at all. I hope to have more chapters done soon in the next few weeks or month.
I was very eager to write this chapter and post it! Mainly because not only is there more Sammy, but a certain ink demon is coming back! For a little bit longer! Sooooo yay! And trust me, this is a long chapter! Almost 9,000 words! Now that's what I call a record! lol Hope this was worth the wait for you guys! i was hoping to have this out around my birthday or Christmas, but sadly it fidnt happen. Buuut to start off the new year, a new chapter! Yay!
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SpringBorn- Yay! I'm so glad to hear that! I was worried that I wasn't writing him right. Either way, I still had a blast getting to write him! Especially in this chapter as well lol It was a lot of fun! Even if I only had five lines, I still had fun being a funny moment in the show. Getting to play a young couple who ran off stage to get heated, only to be seen by an elderly couple and then had to run back on stage, disheveled and half dressed hahaha
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Jane screamed as she dodged an inky blob monster, who trying to hit her with its rapidly growing fist. She managed to duck out of the way and swung the ax at it, rendering it to just a puddle. But when one was gone, another blob appeared to the left, causing Jane to jump onto a chair. The ax swung down, but missed.
Hopefully was just a word.
After she had managed to turn on the projector, she rushed back downstairs to play each instrument in order. Plucking the banjo strings once, then a quick tug at the bass's string, followed by a bang on the drum, and ending with a very hastily pound on the piano keys. The projector turned off above and the entrance to the 'sanctuary' was opened. She had turned the valve wheel and turned to leave, only to find herself surrounded by an army of ink blobs!
She screamed as she brought the ax down, destroying another ink creature. "I'm getting really sick of you guys!"
Suddenly the chair beneath her was pulled out, making Jane fall back onto the hard wooden stage, knocking the ax out of her hands. Pain shot through her back as she lay there, staring up at the ceiling. But she didn't stay for too long when she felt cold liquid enclose around her ankle and travel up her leg. Rolling out of the way, Jane sliced another blob before crawling away towards the fallen ax that was on the other side of the stage.
Fear shot through her entire body. "Why me? Why me?!" she screeched when another blob attempted to grab her. "I hate my life...I hate it...I hate it..." Whimpering softly, she crawled behind the drum and stood up. Then she pushed against the drum until it came loose and rolled on top of two more blobs.
Grabbing the fallen ax, she swung at the last one, reducing it to a puddle of ink. "And stay there!" she yelled before making her way out of the music room, oblivious to the figure that hid in the projection booth that had watched her battle the whole time.
Jane rushed back to the main room where her dry shoes and backpack sat to be slipped them both back on. Then she ran back to Sammy's office door to find that it was still blocked by the ink. "What the heck? I thought that was it." she grumbled under her breath, tugging on her hair in frustration. What was with this place and its mysterious puzzles?
"Oh Little Sheep, there is still one more wheel to turn." Sammy's voice echoed through the studio again.
Whirling around, she tried to locate Sammy, but wasn't able to see him once again. "What do you mean there's one more?"
"There is still another pipe wheel down below the floor. Deep...below the ink."
"But where?! You're not helping me out here!" she shouted back before Sammy chuckled again.
"Again, you say that I'm not helping you. But I've helped you already so many times. Yet, you still haven't thanked me."
"Thanked you? After your ink goons tried to kill me back there? Oh yeah, like I want to thank you for trying to attempt murder. Really nice there." Jane replied sarcastically. It was honestly a big surprise to herself that she was talking back like this to someone she barely even knew. But then again, with everything that's happened in the last few weeks, she didn't have many regrets in this moment. Even if it meant being sarcastic with a creepy cultist and music director, who could kill her if he wanted.
There was a long pause before Sammy spoke up again. "I wasn't the one who told them to attack. They don't appreciate intruders destroying our Lord Bendy, even if they are just...mere images of him. Especially after claiming that you're trying to locate our Lord Bendy."
'Ohhh...so that's why they attacked.' Jane thought to herself, regretting her attempts to burn and destroy every Bendy cutout in her path.
"Look...I'm sorry I tried to hurt them. I'm just a little...scared down here." Well...that sort of hit to her ego hurt. She had to think of some excuse, but at the same time, it wasn't fun admitting that she was scared to someone like Sammy. But if that would gather sympathy and aid her escape, then she would do it.
"Scared? But the Savior will come to rescue you."
'Ha! That's a good one.' Jane laughed mentally. 'Having a creepy inky demon rescuing you from a cultist who praises an animated character and sounds like he sacrifices people.'
"I know, but...I'm alone down here. I need to get out of here so I can find him upstairs. Please Sammy, I know you helped me before, but please. Just...help me find this last switch." Jane begged the cultist who was still invisible to her. For all she knew, she could be imagining Sammy's existence and voice. Now that would be quite a twist. Perhaps she was going insane.
"Very well then, My Little Sheep. There is a set a stairs right down the hall from here, hiding underneath a pool of ink, which you have now drained. They will lead you right down to a pipe wheel. Once you pull the switch and turn the wheel, you shall have your escape."
That easy? Was Sammy cooperating?
"Thank you." Jane told Sammy as she followed his directions and spied a set of ink covered stairs.
Once she made it downstairs, Jane found herself inside of an infirmary. T'he studio had their own infirmary? Huh, imagine that.' The beds were just a few splintered pieces of wood and some torn up sheets. Some infirmary they had down here.
When she located the switch and the pipe, she pulled the lever and turned to the pipe, only to find that the wheel to turn it off was missing.
"What the..." Jane breathed before anger surged through her. Sammy must have known this! This was just another game for him! No wonder he gave away the answer so fast. "Seriously? The wheel's missing too?" This day was just getting better and better.
A loud creaking behind alerted the young brunette, making her turn around to see a gate pull up. Another secret stairwell?
"And the secret passages keep coming. This is definitely not a fun house to me." Jane grumbled as she stomped down the stairs.
Suddenly a really strong smell entered her nostrils, making Jane cover her nose immediately. "Oh my gosh...what is that smell?" she groaned, holding her nose. It smelled like burning oil mixed with garbage that was left inside of the disgusting dorm that she had visited for a party. Yeah, that room should have been under quarantine that night and probably the rest of the school year. But whatever this new smell was, it was beyond awful. It was worse than Henry's salmon patties that he made for Christmas every year.
She turned another corner and found herself staring at a message written on the wall ahead. 'We're all sinners down here.' The message was written on the wall like graffiti. Moving closer, she saw that she was in a tunnel filled with ink that seemed to travel for miles. Was this an ink sewer tunnel? Here?!
"An infirmary and a sewer? What else could they possibly fit into this studio? Oh please don't tell me the wheel is in this stuff..." she dreaded as she leaned forward to try and see further down the pipe. To her left, she saw a few boards stretching across the hallway, blocking off anyone who tried to walk through the tunnel.
Suddenly a chubby blob creature rose up between the boards and stared at Jane. He had what seemed like a large nose and a small orange bowler hat perched on top of his head. Jane gasped, backing away slowly in case it attacked.
The blob lifted its hand and began waving at her, making Jane's eyebrows knit together in confusion. Slightly confused by this, she slowly waved back. "I'm waving at an ink blob...an ink blob wearing a hat." she mumbled to herself. "I must be going insane..."
Then the blob held up a small wheel, making Jane's eyes widen in shock. He had the pipe wheel!
Without really giving it a thought, Jane quickly jumped into the dark and stinky liquid, rushing towards the creature. But just when she made it to the boarded off area, the blob jumped back into the ink and began swimming away.
"Wait!" Jane yelled, her voice echoing through the pipes. "I need that!"
A hand rose from the ink and waved at her one more time before disappearing again.
"Come back here!" Jane shouted as she quickly chopped her way through the boards and sloshed through the ink. She could feel her shoes filling with ink again, making her feet freeze. After this, she was going to scrub her feet until they were raw and invest in a new pair of ink resistant shoes.
"Hello! Mr. Blob creature! Please give me back the pipe wheel!" she called out, hoping that it would come back. "If you are a Mister that is..."
After a few more feet, she found herself in what seemed to look like an engine room with tanks on either side of the walls. Between the tanks, at the back of the room, was the blob creature.
She hesitated for a moment, scared that it would attack her like the other blobs. But at the same time, if it wanted to hurt her, wouldn't they have already done it?
Jane cleared her throat. "Uh...hey." she started, unsure what to say to a blob creature. Then again, if she was able to speak to Bendy earlier, what made this any different? "Can...can I have that back, please?"
The blob tilted its head, the hat sliding to the side.
This felt really weird to speak to something like this. Of course earlier, she spoke to Sammy, who she had never even seen. Who knew if Sammy was a inky creature or a creepy cartoon character like Bendy.
"Uh...look...I...I need that wheel. I have to get out of here." she tried as she moved through the ink that was for sure soaking through her shoes. Why the heck did she put them back on before coming down here with them on? "Please?"
When she grew closer to the creature, it dove into the ink, disappearing completely. Along with the wheel. Her heart sunk when her only hope turned to ink. Hopefully was just a word.
Suddenly the sound of splashing ink caught her attention as the creature reemerged. Jane stared at the little blob as it began waving the wheel around to get her attention.
"Hey...Mr. Blob. Please can you give me back my wheel?" she told the creature, moving towards it closely. Just like before, the blob disappeared and then reappeared on the other side of the tank, shaking the wheel in the air. Was it playing with her?
At this time, Jane wasn't really in any sort of mood to play monkey in the middle or hide and seek. She had to get out of here!
So naturally, she didn't think too much and began playing a strange game of Ring-Around-the-Rosie with the creature. Every time she got close, the blob would duck back into the ink only to reappear on the opposite side. If anyone watching could see this, there would be some sort of silly chasing music playing in the background.
Eventually, Jane slowed herself down, realizing that what she was doing was pointless. She collapsed against the nearest wall, gasping for air and fighting against tears of frustration. What was the point of this? Clearly, the creature wasn't giving it up. Now here she was, out of breath, her legs and feet soaked in ink, and strands of sweaty hair sticking to her face.
A splash nearby alerted Jane as she jerked her head towards the creature. It tilted what seemed to be its head as they held the wheel in both hands. At least it wasn't teasing her anymore.
Jane blew a strand of hair away from her face before clearing her throat. "Um...look...I know you probably can't understand me or maybe you're choosing not to. But...I need that wheel back. It's my only way out and I...I have to get back home." The blob tilted its head, but didn't say anything back. "This place may be your home now...or wherever you were from before this place changed." Jane let out a short laugh, thinking about this place when it changed. "Anyways, there's people waiting for me back at home. They don't know that I'm here...or where I am exactly."
As she spoke, Jane felt tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of Henry never knowing that she was down here or that her parents would ever know what happened to her. Then again, would they even really care if she died in here? Well...maybe a little. "Uh...I just want to get out of here...and let them know that I'm okay. If there's anything I can do...just...please..." By now, Jane could feel herself crying.
The blob sat there staring back.
Jane let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "Who am I kidding? Of course you can't understand me. I don't even understand me. I don't get why I came here looking for answers."
What she didn't realize was that the blob was moving closer to her, slightly curious by her behavior.
She wiped her tears away, her breathing slightly shaky. "I don't even know why I'm crying right now. Heh, I'm crying in front of a creature made of ink..."
A small groan sounded next to Jane. She looked down to see the creature now only a few feet away from her side. In its hand, they held a inky covered cleaning rag. Her eyes trailed down to the rag that the blob held out to her.
Was this a peace offering?
The blob shook the rag towards her and Jane cautiously took it. When it was in her hands, the blob touched their, well what seemed to be their eyes.
"Oh? Is this for me?" she asked, earning a silent nod from the the blob. "Oh...well thank you." Finding a clean spot on the rag, she used it to dab the corners of her eyes. It was strange, but she was happy to see that the creature was being courteous.
Something cold touched her arm this time, making Jane jump at the freezing chill of the creature touching her. The blob jumped slightly, but continued to pat her arm.
She stared down at the blob before looking at the wheel in its hand. Of course, she could just steal the wheel from the blob at this time, but for some reason, she stopped herself. This thing was trying to comfort her. Who was she to steal something when this creature was showing her kindness?
The blob nodded its head before pulling away from her. The creature held the wheel for a moment before pointing to her back.
Confused, Jane tried to figure out what it was pointing to and looked over her shoulder. "What? Is there something on my back?"
Moving closer, the blob moved around her and picked up something that was sticking out of the ink. Then it handed the item to Jane. It was a small wooden triangular prism. Using her hands, Jane brushed away the ink until a few letters were legible.
"J...Jack...Fain..." she read before meeting the blob's eyes. "Jack Fain. Is that you?"
The blob nodded excitedly, the little orange hat on his head bouncing like a cartoon character's head bobbing like a bobble head.
"Oh...well...Jack. I guess you can understand me." she began as he continued to nod. "I need that wheel to get out of here. Can I have it back?"
The nodding ceased and then he shook his head from side to side, making Jane's hopeful expression fall. 'Great. Now what?'
"But Jack...I can't get home without this." she pleaded. "Is there any way that I can take this and bring it back when I'm done?"
Jack shook his head again, holding the wheel close to him.
"Well...I'm not sure what else I can do for you..." she mumbled, scratching her head.
Jack hesitated for a moment before pointing to her back once again. She glanced behind her, but didn't see anything. Suddenly Jack was beside her and pointed to the backpack strap on her shoulder.
"What is it?" she asked, watching Jack move around to her backpack. He pointed to the zipper and Jane pulled it to the side. Jack then held up the wheel and then pointed at her backpack. Jane's brows knit together as she tried to understand what Jack wanted. "Uh...you want to put the wheel in my backpack?" Jack shook his head before holding up the wheel, pointed to the backpack, and then cross his arms.
Suddenly a light bulb went off in her head. "Oh! You want to trade something for the wheel!"
Jack nodded quickly as he bounced in the ink a little. That made Jane smile for the first time since she fell through the hole.
Taking her backpack off, she searched through for something that she could trade. Most of the items were ones that she needed, such as her umbrella, flashlight, and an extra t-shirt, which would definitely come in handy later on. But what else could she use?
Eventually, her fingers brushed over something and she pulled it out. It was an old college ball cap that she had bought on the first day of school. It wasn't really worn much. Come to think of it, that was the only day she wore it. It was a simple white hat with a purple brim on the bill and a giant black 'O' on the fading white dome. Osborne University. A place she would never go back to again.
She shook off the dust and held it out to Jack. "It isn't much, but would another hat work?"
Jack examined the hat in her hand for a few moments, leaning from one side to the other to examine it. Mentally, Jane was pleading that he would like it and make the trade. The young woman stared at the blob for a few moments, watching his beady little golden eyes.
Quick like a snake, the little blob snatched the hat out of her hands, making Jane stumble back. In one hand he held the hat, looking over it as his inky hand covered the fading white in black goop. In the other, he now held the wheel in a slack grasp; as if he was losing interest in the old toy and was much more intrigued by the new one.
She could've taken the wheel right now, ran off with it and escaped. However, she stood still, waiting to see what he would do. It wasn't really who she was. She was the sort of person who tried to be polite as possible even if she was slightly awkward. She was the kind who wanted to kill them with kindness even if she was aching on the inside. She was shy, but she was kind.
Suddenly Jack jerked his head up and slowly handed her the wheel. Shocked by this, Jane met his eyes. Jack shook it slightly before pushing it into her hand. When she took the heavy metal into her tiny hand, she stared at the wheel.
It actually worked? Really worked?
Something cold touched the top of her hand and there it was. Jack's inky covered hand touching hers. Was he being...friendly? The first friendly person...well inky person...she had met in here? A strange line on his face slowly turned into a curved line. Was it a smile?
"Thank you." Jane whispered to him before Jack took his hand back.
Gripping the hat in his hand, he placed it on top of his little orange bowler. The hat threatened to fall, but it managed to stay where it was placed. Then he waved to Jane before diving back into the ink.
She stood there for a moment, waiting and watching to see if he would return, but Jack never came back. "I...I guess this is goodbye then." she mumbled before making her way out of the tunnels, her feet dragging through the deep dark ink.
When she made it to the exit, Jack suddenly reappeared in front of her. Jane stepped back in surprise, clutching the wheel close.
Did he change his mind? Was he coming back to kill her after giving her the chance to escape?
Jack's arms were held close to his body before he extended them, holding up something to her. It was another tape player.
She slowly moved towards the blob again, carefully looking at the tape. "Is that...yours?"
Jack nodded excitedly before pushing the play button on the tape.
"I love the quiet, and that's hard to come by these busy times." a gruff voice began, making Jack smile. "And yeah sure it may stink to high heavens down here. But it's just perfect for an old lyricist like me. Sammy's songs always got some bounce, but if I didn't get away once in awhile, they'd never have any words to go with them. So I'll keep my mind a-singin' and my nose closed."
When the tape stopped, she met Jack's now very sad look. He had never spoken a word to her. Did he lose it when he...
Jack lowered the tape and looked down.
Jane's lips lowered into a frown before she moved closer to Jack. "That was...you before this happened?" she began, earning a slow nod this time. She couldn't help but feel bad for the chubby ink blob. He had a voice and then lost it. How did he turn into this? Was it the ink machine? Sammy? Bendy? Who could've rendered this poor man to this lonely little blob who now remained down here in the inky sewers?
Her heart dropped a little when realization hit her. Did he have a family outside of this place? Did they know where he was? Or...did they think he died?
This could be her. She could be like Jack. A poor lonely soul. Trapped inside the depths of the old studio, changed into a creature who not only is made of ink...but a creature without a voice. How could he call for help? Scream? To even say a prayer to escape? Oh gosh...how devastating and cruel.
Jack seemed to noticed the tear that was rolling down her cheek and quickly wiped it away, snapping Jane back into reality.
"Oh...I...I'm sorry. Thank you for that." she whispered, wiping another tear away before looking at Jack. "Thank you for sharing your voice with me."
Jack gave her a weak smile before patting her hand again. Then he tried to give her the tape player.
"Oh no no, you need to keep that. I can't take it with me." she tried to tell Jack. "You have to keep this. It's your voice."
He insisted on giving it to her as he pushed the player into her hands, shaking his head.
Jane's eyes filled with tears as she stared into the golden ovals that stared back. "Jack..."
Once it was in her hands, Jack moved over to the nearest wall and began writing something on the wall with his finger. Slowly the words began to appear in ink before her. Like his finger was an old fountain pen. When he was done, he moved away from the wall.
'Keep it. My life is here now. Listened to it for too long now. Yes, I will lose it. But at least my voice will belong to someone who will listen. A kind soul who shared kindness. Remember me when you get out.'
Jane felt the tears rolling down her cheeks again as she finished his message.
Jack smiled at her once more before waving at Jane, dropping into the ink once more.
She waited for him to reappear as she watched the ink droplets drip down the wall like raindrops on a window. Rereading the message a few times, she took in his words, imagining that gruff voice speaking to her. Clearly, Jack wanted to be remembered as the man who he once was. Touched by his action and words, Jane gave the place one more glance over before climbing out of the sewer.
Almost in like a trance, she climbed back up the stairs to reattach the wheel onto the pipe. Then she turned it, hearing the ink rush through. She then went back upstairs to Sammy's office and pulled the lever in his office. Sliding the zipper back, she put the tape player into her backpack.
Her heart ached for poor Jack. For now, he would remain in the sewers. Silent and a dark creature created in the studio.
As she made her way towards the stairwell, Jane failed to see what was coming next as something hard smashed against her head. Her body crashed to the floor and her vision went blurry for a moment as she struggled to keep her eyes open. A pair of feet stood next to her head.
"Sheep sheep sheep." a familiar and distorted voice spoke, making Jane tried to turn her head upwards.
Above her was a dark figure and in the figure's hand was what looked to be a shovel or a very large dustpan. And on his face was...what looked like to be Bendy's face. "Rest your head, it's time for bed." the voice faded out before Jane slipped into unconsciousness.
"There we go now, nice and tight." a distorted voice spoke through the ringing in Jane's head. Her vision was blurred as she tried to see what was happening. Something cold grabbed her chin, jerking her head up, making Jane wince at the pain shot thorough like a bullet. "We wouldn't want our sheep roaming away now, would we? No...we wouldn't."
The dark twisted form in front of her became clearer to the point were Jane wasn't sure if it looked better without seeing it.
Before her stood a tall and slender...creature. Dark ink covered its skin completely. It wore long dirty cream colored overalls and...a large cutout of Bendy's head with a mouth hole so the creature could talk. The creature was definitely not like Jack or the other blobs. No, this one reminded her of Bendy, but more human-like.
"Wakey wakey, Little Sheep. I believe it's time that we spoke." the creature spoke, tilting its head to the side, watching her through the mask.
Her head throbbed in pain as she tried to wake herself up. A dull thudding at the back of her head made Jane wince in pain. "Owww..." She tried to hold her head, but found her hands tied above her head to a wooden post.
"I must admit I am...honored...you came all the way down to see me." The voice sounded very familiar. A male voice that she had heard before. As she examined the creature closely, she felt her blood run cold when she spied the ax that she had carried throughout the studio, being held and toyed with by the thing before her. "After watching you solve my puzzles, explore my realm, and discover the truth of this place, I have to say...I'm awfully impressed."
Even if her eyes ached, they widened in shock when she realized who she was standing in front of. "S-Sammy?"
A small chuckle escaped his lips. "Ah...so you recognized me. I have to say...I am not the man I once was."
Well that was definitely right. If he was human before, there wasn't a single inkling that showed that he was now. Sammy was now some inky like creature, just like Bendy.
His dark finger ran along Jane's jaw, making her shiver, turning her head away. "Not only are you smart, you are...awfully fetching. A beautiful...tender...sheep." he awed, while Jane gagged at his flirtation. "It almost almost makes what I'm about to do seem...cruel. But the believers must honor their savior. I must have him notice me..." Sammy spoke, pulling away to walk to a nearby post, resting the ax against it. Right next to it was her backpack.
As the haze in her brain lessened, Jane shook her head gently. "Wh-what? What are you talking about? I-I mean..."
Sammy turned to face her. "Oh my sweet and strangely beautiful little sheep." He cooed, moving closer. "I'm afraid that I'll have to use you for a sacrifice."
Jane's blood ran cold while Sammy clapped his hands. "Oh how exciting this will be for me! The greatness of our lord will be coming down to claim my offering and then will embrace me."
"Uhhh...from the tapes I've heard and the things that you're saying, you've got a really creepy stalker-ish way of 'pleasing your lord'."
"Well why shouldn't I? He is our savior. He is going to set us free!"
"Free from what?" Jane cautiously asked, her eyes darting back and forth between the ax and Sammy.
Sammy lowered his arms slowly. "Why, you ask? Clearly, you can see how I appear."
'A creepy cult leader with an unhealthy obsession for a cartoon character, yeah I see.' She thought sarcastically.
"I am nothing but a hollow creature. A creature who was once human. A human with a real life. A life...where I had an actual body." Then his fists clenched. "This...inky carcass in which my soul has taken over."
It was honestly...almost sad to hear this. Sammy was human before this, just like Jack. Probably knew Henry all those years ago. Wrote music downstairs while Henry animated. And then...once Henry left, that's when Sammy probably put this insane notion in his mind and possibly...became an ink creature like Jack and Bendy.
Jane bit her lower lip, trying to think of a way to escape this situation. Her hands were literally tied and this psycho song writer was ready to kill her over a...is that another summoning circle at her feet?! Once again, she was not only near a deadly circle, but she was standing inside of it.
'Oh gosh...I'm going to die at the hands of this creep.' Jane mentally dreaded while Sammy was muttering some nonsense that she could barely understand.
"I...I'm sorry..." she tried to say, trying to remain calm. "I'm sorry that happened to you."
Sammy slowly turned to face her, the mask staring back into Jane's eyes.
She had to try and talk to him like she did with Jack. As calm and sensitive as possible. "Look...I'm not sure...what I can do for you." Jane started, trying to think of something to get Sammy to avoid sacrificing her. "But...if there is anything that I can do, I can try to help."
He made his way over to her, lifting a hand up to her face. "Oh my little sheep. My sweet little sheep, you have bewitching beauty and a sharp tongue. It's a shame to see you be taken. But...it has to be done. You can't help me. Our Lord Bendy is the only one who can."
'Maybe I can use that to my advantage.' Jane thought to herself. It had been an long time since she flirted with anyone. Well...if that even was flirting so long ago.
"Then don't use me as the sacrifice." she began, tilting her head down and then rolling her eyes up to meet his in a way that she hoped was innocent. "If you're...doubting yourself, then don't do this."
Sammy tilted his mask face to the side as his inky hand rubbed her cheek. "But I must...I must do this. I have to release myself..."
"Then release me." Jane pleaded, trying her best to persuade him. "If I bewitch your curiosity, then let me help you. I hate to see anyone...like this...in pain." At least she was truthful about that part. Seeing anyone like Jack...stuck in this way...it was a horrifying way to live.
Sammy let out a sigh, shaking his head. "It's a terrible pain..."
"I-I could help you speak to Bendy." she lied this time. "I was met him before I came down here. I could talk to Bendy and tell him to turn you back."
The news made Sammy's hand freeze on her cheek. "You saw the Savior?"
Jane nodded, wincing at the pain in her wrists as they strained against the ropes.
"Was he as majestic as I dreamed?"
'Majestic? Oh yeah, the kind of majestic that tries to kidnap you.' she thought bitterly.
"Yes, the almighty Savior was very...majestic." she hesitated over her words. Honestly, she was cringing at her own words. This cult thing was the most...insane thing she had ever seen or heard of. "He can help you. I know he will."
Heck, Jane had absolutely no idea if Bendy knew how to turn him back!
"Please...just...let me go and we'll try to find a way to cure this. And if we can...we can leave this place...together."
At the word together, Sammy moved closer to her. "Together? You mean..."
Biting her lip, she nodded again. "Yes...we can. If you free me now, we can find Bendy and change you back." She closed her eyes and lowered her head. 'Make it count.' Jane told herself before opening her eyes again. "So I can see what the man behind the mask looks like."
The Bendy mask stared back into Jane's eyes, making her heart beat rapidly in fear. "Oh..."
Jane licked her lips before continuing with her lie. "I...I kept wondering what you looked like the whole time we spoke. You intrigued me."
"The last time we spoke, you were yelling at me." he spoke grimly, as if he wasn't taking the bait. "You've insulted me too."
Thinking of something quickly, she tried to figure out something to fix it. "But that's because you kept making me run around like that. I know you wanted to share your love for puzzles, but...I was..." she swallowed down the lump in her throat. "Eager to see you. I wanted to meet the man who wrote all of the music for my favorite cartoon." And that part was kind of true too, but still. "I was wondering if you were as handsome as they said."
What...the...heck was coming out of her mouth?! She sounded like some overly desperate admirer. Why was she doing this again? Oh yeah, to find her escape.
After a few silent moments, Sammy lifted a dark hand and moved it towards the ropes. "You...you want to see me?"
'Yes! Almost there!' she thought as she nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes I do. I want to see if you're really handsome under there. You just have to help me out and find Bendy."
Suddenly, he stopped his hand. "I...I can't do this."
"Yes you can! Just let me go and I'll lead you to Bendy!" Jane attempted to persuade him further as he began taking his hand away from the ropes. "You won't be able to find him without me. I'm the only one who knows where he is. Please, Sammy."
There was a pause before Sammy lowered his hand, tilting his head to the side again.
"Sammy?" she whispered, afraid at what he would do. Jane wished that she could see what was going on in his eyes, to know if he was looking sad, angry, or confused.
"I...I...not now. I simply cannot let this go. I am truly sorry, My Little Sheep. For our Lord is calling to us." he sighed, touching Jane's cheek again. "But...the time of sacrifice is at hand. And then I will finally be free from this prison. This...inky dark abyss I call a body."
Those words made Jane's blood run cold and her head began frantically shaking. "No no no! Sammy! Please no! Don't do this!" she cried hysterically, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. "I don't wanna die! Please!"
"My Little Sheep...the time has come." he spoke in an ominous tone that said that death was imminent. When Jane opened her mouth to scream, a loud crash sounded above, making her heart sink further into her stomach. "Shhh...quiet! Listen. I can hear him crawling above." Sammy shushed, lifting his spread out hands and wiggling his fingers. "Crawling! Let us begin. The ritual must be completed. Soon he will hear me. He will set us free."
"Wait! No! Please Sammy! Don't do this!" Jane pleaded, tears now streaming down her face, streaking through the ink stains on her cheeks. Fear spiked through Jane's body when she realized that Bendy was on his way. He was coming to get her! Not again!
Clasping his hands together, Sammy began chanting his creepy rhyme. "Sheep sheep sheep, it's time for sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed. In the morning, you may wake or in the morning, you'll be dead."
Jane broke into a cold sweat when the shutter ahead began to leak ink. "Oh no…Sammy…please let me go!"
"Hear me, Bendy!" Sammy shouted over Jane's cries as he turned towards the shutter. "Arise! Show your face and take this tender sheep!"
When the a puddle began to form in front of the shutter, Bendy's contorted body slowly rose from the ink. The sinister grin set upon his lips.
"My Lord! You have come!" Sammy nearly squealed, moving towards the monstrous creature.
Jane pulled at her bonds, trying to free herself.
However, the sinister grin on Bendy's lips faltered. "Ohhh not you again! Didn't I tell ya to back off with this…" he trailed off, rotating his wrist as if he was trying to find the right description. "This...uh...what do ya call it?"
"Sacrifice?" Sammy finished, trying to sound helpful.
He pointed at Sammy and nodded. "Yeah yeah, whatever sacrifice thing. Look, I know I've been gone for awhile but-"
"But My Lord! You've been gone for over a year!"
"I know but you…" he trailed off again. "Really? That long?" Bendy questioned, staring at the ex music director.
Sammy nodded his head, the mask bobbing as he did so. "Why yes, you were gone for so long. I had to control your disciples while you were missing! It took a lot of convincing but I was able to control your sheep!"
Every word that came out of Sammy's mouth just showed how utterly insane he was. This was the kind of maniac that people would see on TV crime shows or horror movies. And the fact that she was tied up, about to be sacrificed, watching a monster that was summoned from the depths of animation ink, talking to an ex employee that became a cultist…made this whole thing sound like the nightmares that haunted her dreams.
"My sheep? Since when do I have…sheep?" Bendy asked, breaking Jane away from her thoughts.
"Oh! How silly of me." Sammy sighed, shaking his head. "Your creations. They are awaiting your return. Waiting for their orders from their savior!"
Bendy rolled his shoulders a little. "I don't...remember having any..." Bendy trailed off when his head inclined in Jane's direction. "You..."
Jane's eyes widened in fear, shaking her head frantically. "No…"
"I've been looking everywhere for you." Bendy growled, limping towards Jane, who began struggling against her bonds frantically. "What are ya doing to me, Toots? Huh? I wasn't going to hurt ya!"
Jane managed a glare as she licked her dry lips. "Funny, says the creature who picked me up like King Kong and tried carrying me off."
His head tilted to the side in confusion. "King who?"
"Oh My Lord!" Sammy interrupted, stumbling closer to us. "I see that you found my offering!"
Bendy turned around to face the 'man' who literally worshiped him. "Offering? What offering?"
Sammy strolled past Bendy and held out his arms, gesturing to Jane. "Taa-daa! A perfectly pure sheep waiting to be sacrificed. I found her wandering the studio. She destroyed several of your followers and your faces throughout the studio. So I brought her here so you could deal with her yourself!"
'Oh dear gosh…not this again.' Jane dreaded, her expression evident that she was done with all of this. She was no cult follower and she definitely wasn't a sacrifical type!
"What?!" Bendy barked, making Sammy back off in fear as the demon loomed over the shorter ink creature. "What do you mean she is an offering?!"
"W-well My Lord, she is the sacrifice that brought you back. If it weren't for this beautiful creature, you wouldn't be standing here before us."
Bendy slowly turned towards the hyperventilating Jane. Her heart was racing a hundred miles an hour and fear ran up her spine. Her escape was even farther away now. Not only was Sammy not letting her go, but now she was a potential sacrifice for Bendy.
"Is she now?" he mumbled, looking at her from head to toe, sizing her up. "I suppose you have a small point there."
"I managed to pull myself away from any improper thoughts." Sammy continued, rubbing his hands together. "But it's awfully hard not to claim her. I haven't seen someone so lovely…smart…and beautiful."
If someone had told Jane that sort of compliment, she would be both confused and at the same time, flattered, mainly because compliments were scarce to her. Well besides Henry being amazed with her drawing talents.
Also…being called beautiful by a creepy cultist probably wasn't the best thing to happen.
"Claim her?!" Bendy growled, clenching his gloved fists as he grit his teeth.
Sammy immediately held up his hands, backing away slowly. "My Lord…I wasn't going to! I swear!"
"Don't even try to defend yourself!" Bendy yelled back before turning towards Jane, who shrunk back into the pole she was tied to.
He moved close enough to be a foot away. When Bendy lifted his hand towards Jane's face, she shut her eyes tightly. The cold chill of the ink of his hand touched her cheek.
"Hey…Doll." Bendy spoke a little softer, making Jane slowly open her eyes again. "Come on, don't be scared. Look at me. I'm not gonna hurt ya."
Even if she was completely frightened, Jane turned her head to face him. Her eyes then widened in shock when she caught of glimpse of what seemed to be a pair of onyx and crystal colored eyes that seemed to peer out from under the massive amounts of ink that dripped down his head.
"Are you okay, Toots?" Bendy whispered, making closer to examine her face.
Jane tried backing away, but the post prevented this.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, turning her head from side to side, examining it with those dark glassy eyes. "Now's not the time to be quiet. Come on, Toots. Tell me what hurts. I know you took a nasty fall down the stairs earlier. You were kind of reckless when you did that."
Jane's lip quivered as she tried to find her voice. Was he being...concerned? "The…the back of my head hurts…" she whimpered softly, trying to keep herself calm.
Bendy's eyes narrowed. "Did he hurt ya?"
Jane didn't even glance at Sammy. "He hit me with something hard...to knock me out."
She wasn't sure why she even told Bendy. After all, he was a creature that could hurt her. But…something in his eyes…those dark…glossy…pools of ink, almost told her that she could trust him in that moment.
Bendy slowly turned his head, removing his hand from Jane's face.
Sammy held up his hands in defense instantly. "Now…My Lord…"
"You hurt her?!" Bendy seethed, making Sammy back up.
"Wait…no! I didn't hurt her!" Sammy tried to protest. "She…she was trying to escape! I couldn't let her leave so-"
"So you decided to hit her, knock her out, and think to use her as a sacrifice?!" the demon growled, moving towards the ex music director.
Jane hung there, shocked that this news really upset the cartoon demon. Why was he so mad about this? Of course, there was a part of her that was happy that Bendy was fighting Sammy for the hit she took. Especially since he was a demon that just met her. But still...was he on her side or just giving an excuse to play a hero for a moment.
Sammy took another step back. "But My Lord-"
"Enough with the 'My Lord' stuff! I'm not some figure for you to praise!" Bendy yelled as the room around him became dark and ink began spreading around him, covering the walls and floors. "You…tried to hurt her..."
Jane's eyes widened in horror as the room darkened and Bendy's body began to grow. A loud crack echoed through the room as limbs began growing and his back began contorting in a grotesque way that had her cringing. What was happening?!
"Please...don't hurt me..." Sammy begged as he backed into a corner as Bendy loomed over him. "I did all of this for you! How can you betray me like this?!"
Jane whimpered in fear as she closed her eyes. The last thing she wanted to see was Sammy die. Especially by the hands of the Ink Demon himself.
Suddenly the rope holding her hands dropped, making Jane's sore arms fall to her sides. When her eyes slowly opened, she saw the rope at her feet and her were wrists freed. She looked back up to see a large inky claw above her head. Bendy had stretched his arm clear back to her and must have cut her free.
Before she could say anything, Bendy growled. "Run."
"Wh-what?" she whispered through the darkness.
"What are you stupid, Doll?! Get outta here! Run!" he roared, shaking the entire room to the core.
Without a second thought, she was gone. Snatching up the ax and her backpack as she ran, Jane rushed past Bendy and Sammy. Jane rushed down the hallway, ducking under the boards that blocked her road in various ways while she managed to cut the ax into a few others. A few cuts were shaky and missed due to the fear racing through her veins. She had to get out of here now!
Banishing the idea of clearing her path, Jane began climbing through the boards, scratching herself on a few splinters. It hurt of course, but the nothing could stop her from running.
As she rushed down the hall and turned the corner, she could hear Sammy's last words.
"No! My Lord! Stay back! I am your prophet! I am your...NOOOOOOOOOO!" Sammy wailed before his voice faded out into dead silence.
Gotta say, loved and hated this chapter. Loved writing the Sammy and Bendy scene! Also writing the Jack Fain part had me tearing up. I liked the cute hat on his head and I hated to see him die when Henry tried to get the wheel back. So I wanted to write something a little more emotional. However, editing and writing small parts in between that drove me insane. But...I'm happy with this! Seriously! And I can't wait to write more! Hope you guys liked it! I can't wait to write what happens next! The next chapter will have some differences that hopefully will excite you! I feel that Bemdy didn't hace enough screen time, so I'm adding stuff!
Don't forget to leave a review! I want to know what you guys thought of this! I tried to capture Sammy and Bendy the best that I could and I hoped that I accomplished that goal! I'll try to write the next chapter as soon as I can! Thank you everyone for your support and I hope you all have a great year! ^_^