Welcome to Bendyland Chapter 19: The Secret to Success
Tom saw her running and almost didn't recognize her. Covered in ink from head to toe, he could have easily mistaken her for that other angel. Susie. But he knew they'd finished her off. Besides, the way Allison moved was different. Where Susie was crazed, like an animal stalking prey, Allison was quick. Sharp movements, looking over her shoulder, crouched so her feet would make less noise on the cobblestone. He sprinted over to her, trying to keep his own footsteps quiet, but he supposed his excitement and worry got the best of him, because she spun around, lifting the crowbar up in surprise.
"Tom! Tom, there you are!" she said, looking him over to make sure it was really him.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug before looking her over quizzically. Why was she so wet? She sighed and pushed her wet hair out of her face.
"Sammy," she said.
Tom's grip tightened.
"I'm alright," Allison said. "But Sammy is definitely a threat, maybe even more than Alice was. I saw Henry too, but..."
Tom shook his head.
"Yeah. So you know too?"
Tom nodded.
"It's not his fault," Allison said. Tom nodded again. At least they were in agreement. "We should get out of here. Henry and Joey are walking around looking for me. They might be looking for you, too."
Tom pointed to himself and shook his head.
"Not you? Well that's something at least. For now, we need to get back to the safe room. Though...Henry knows where that is. And he'll probably have to tell Joey. I don't think I can go home either. Dammit..." she whispered. "Where can we go?"
Tom wished he had an answer, something he could tell her, something he could do to sweep her away and keep her safe, but that didn't look like an option. This whole park was going to be crawling with people looking for her. On top of that, neither of them had seen Bendy for a while, and that thought made Tom's skin crawl. He glanced back at Allison, watched as she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes were focused in the distance, scanning the horizon for a burst of inspiration, but he could see the slow panic sinking in. They didn't have anywhere to go. They had long passed the point where Allison could go home and leave Tom behind, even though she'd made it abundantly clear that wasn't an option.
"Maybe...maybe it's time we stop running."
She met his gaze, and moved his hands from her shoulders to hold them close to her instead. It was odd, how one mechanical hand and one cartoonishly gloved hand could still overshadow hers, how they didn't feel like Tom's hands, but the movements were still so clearly his in the way they squeezed her hands, or how his thumb would trace over her palm in worry.
"Joey's expecting me to run. To hide. Maybe it's time I do something he isn't expecting. Everything Joey does here has a purpose. A plan. He doesn't like it when things don't go the way they should. The more chaos we cause, the more Joey will have to worry about. Maybe the more leverage we can have over him. I'm not going to run and hide my entire life. If we want this to end, we have to hit Joey where it hurts." Allison held up the crowbar. "And I think I know where to start."
It wasn't hard to find him a second time. She remembered how to get there. Remembered where he'd been. So leading Tom there took less time than she expected.
Allison held a finger to her lips and motioned to the door in front of her, and then opened the door slowly. The room was just how she remembered, full of desks and soft lighting, with a projectionist light still flickering in the corner. Tom warily walked in behind her, and Allison led him deeper into the room, but kept the two of them close to the wall. After a moment, she nodded, and Tom stayed put while she stepped forward into the projection light again.
Instantly, the figure attached to the wall screeched and slashed out at her, a machine-like roar filling the room again. But this time, Allison knew the limits of his reach. His claws came close to her face, and she dug her fingernails into her palms to keep her from flinching and pulling away. The projection light was blinding, right in front of her face, but she didn't shield her eyes. She made only slow, calm movements.
"Hey Norman," she said softly. "We came to visit you."
His thrashes slowed, pausing for a moment before he growled and lashed out at her again. She briefly closed her eyes, but still held her ground.
"I know...I know you're mad at me. It's my fault you're in this mess. It's my fault you're here. That's what you're thinking, right?" She opened her eyes. "You're right. And I'm sorry. I should have made sure you got out. I should have made sure you got out of this place. I'll take accountability for that. But this...what you are now. It's not my fault."
Norman screeched, the projector flickering madly as he pulled against the wall. She couldn't feel his breaths, there wasn't a mouth there anymore, but she could see his chest rise and fall, leftover habits from a body he no longer had.
"It's Joey's fault. It's Joey's fault you're like this, Joey's fault that we're both stuck in this whole mess. I just want to help you, Norman. But I need you to help us first. And to do that, I'm going to trust you. I'm going to trust that you're still in there somewhere. I know you're angry. I know you're upset. You have every right to be. I just ask that you take it out on Joey, and not me." Allison glanced behind Norman for just a moment and nodded.
Tom's grip tightened on the crowbar. He really hoped Allison knew what she was doing. But he'd trusted her this long, and he was going to keep trusting in her wild plans, wherever they took them. Tom shoved the edge of the crowbar into the wiring and tubing that connected Norman to the wall and pulled. Wires popped and sizzled, sparks cackling around them. Norman's misshapen body jolted, thrashing and convulsing as his roars were tinted with pain.
"Keep going!" Allison shouted, and Tom continued. He slashed out with the crowbar, continued until all the wires and tubing were separated with one last slash. Norman went limp, his head and arms hanging low and the projector light dimming with a whir.
Allison took a cautious step toward him. "Norman? Norman...are you okay?"
Had they killed him? Was she wrong? She told herself that even if worse came to worse, maybe death would be better than Norman's current suffering, but now, seeing him limp and smelling nothing but singed rubber and burnt ink, she was starting to second-guess herself.
She saw the smallest bit of light flicker across the projector, and she bent down to have a closer look.
"Norman?"
He screamed and slammed into her, the light coming back on with a full, bright beam she could barely see through. She felt her back hit the wall and Norman loomed over her. Tom grabbed the crowbar and raced over to them, but Allison raised her hand.
"Wait!"
He paused. Allison's eyes were locked onto Norman, but her hand was outstretched to Tom. She panted, her whole form trembling as Norman kept perfectly still over her. He growled lowly, quietly, and reached out to her arm. He gripped it firmly, but gently, and pulled her to her feet. His body swayed back and forth unsteadily, his screams dying down to soft hums and rumbles, and the constant sound of the reels spinning in his head.
"You're still...you're still in there, aren't you?" she whispered.
Another low whine. It sounded like crying. His whole body was shaking over her, tense and poised and ready. She couldn't see anything of the man he once was. Not the skittish movements or the shaky smile and eyes behind small glasses. There was nothing to give her any indication that the man who had once stood cowering in her doorway was still alive. Except for the first time she'd seen him like this, as this monster. She thought he'd been wanting to attack her. That he hated her for getting him involved. Her eyes widened.
"Back there, the first time I found you. You were never trying to attack me, were you? You were trying to warn me. That Sammy had been following me. Weren't you?"
Norman nodded, a slow thumping motion that looked over-exaggerated with his big head.
Tears welled up in Allison eyes, but she wiped them away quickly.
"Thank you, Norman. And sorry for hurting you by pulling you away from the wall. But we still need your help. We want to put an end to this. We want to show Joey that we're not going to just sit around and hide, waiting for him to find us. Do you think you can help us?" Allison asked.
Norman hummed for a moment, and then nodded. Allison breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Tom with a smile.
He couldn't believe she'd actually done it, that she'd actually managed to calm this beast Norman had become. He felt himself smile, and he handed her back the crowbar.
He was a fool for ever doubting her.
Joey was down to his last cigar. And his last bit of patience. Henry had been leading him in circles, and nothing was turning up any answers. They'd gone to some room down under the walkways, stocked with food and blankets, covered with writing on the walls. Most of it didn't make much sense. Henry explained that this is where they'd been hiding out. A safe room. They'd missed this room when they combed the walkways earlier. He'd have to be more careful in case Allison decided to come back. Joey tried to convince Henry to lay low, try to trick Allison and lure her out, but Henry insisted that Allison wouldn't trust him. That she didn't trust anyone.
They'd headed back up to the park, walking toward the studio with a few guards sent out to patrol the park.
"Aren't you worried Bendy will get to them?" Henry asked.
"No. I train my men what to do if they run into Bendy. All they need to do is smile," Joey said. He took a drag from his cigar and then worked his way up the steps. "Hurry up," he said, and Henry quickened his pace. He'd been lagging behind this whole time, and Joey wasn't about to keep his back to Henry for long. Henry wasn't the type of person to try anything dangerous, but a man gets desperate when his family is on the line. And really, how much did Joey know about Henry over these past couple of years?
More than a couple, he supposed. Time had really flown by.
Joey headed into the studio, Henry at his heels, and briskly walked toward his office. Everyone except for guards had gone home for the night, and the only lights left on were a few on the halls to save money on electricity. Right as Joey turned the corner to his office, he heard a screech. His eyes widened as something big and heavy stomped down the halls. The Projectionist rounded the corner, locked eyes with Joey, and roared. Wires and tubes hung off of his back and dragged along the floor, leaving pools and trails of ink. There's no way he pulled those pipes out himself. Something had forced them off of the wall.
Henry's eyes widened in horror. "W-what is that?!"
"A problem," Joey growled.
The Projectionist roared and Henry was already running, not checking to see if Joey was behind him. Before he got very far, Joey grabbed him and shoved the both of them into a back office, locking the door. Slams and thumps pounded on the other side as the monster assaulted the door, but Joey was more angry than fearful.
"That damn Allison," he growled under his breath, fiddling about in his suit pocket for something.
"J-Joey, what is that thing?!" Henry asked again. "That's NOT a character we made..."
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to," Joey responded, and pulled out a small box. Henry was about to ask what it was, but another loud thump sent the door creaking on its hinges, and Henry pressed himself as far to the back wall as he could.
Joey did something with the box and then put it back in his pocket. He stared at the creaking door with his arms crossed. "Pull yourself together, Henry. You're making a fool of yourself."
Henry blinked at him. How could Joey always remain so cool, so composed? He even had the cigar still hanging out of his mouth.
With one last loud crack, the door splintered open at the top, and the Projectionist thrust his arms through, clawing wildly at them. Joey's eyes narrowed, and for just a moment, the creature hesitated.
Before their eyes, the creature was jerked out of the doorway and across the hall by a blur of movement. It screamed and hissed, wild sounds that made Henry's skin crawl. He cautiously got closer to the hole, looking through to see Bendy slam his fist into the side of the Projectionist.
Joey opened the door as the Projectionist screeched and clawed at Bendy, who seemed to get more angry than injured. The ridges on his back shook, and for a moment, Henry thought he saw his whole form shift and change, like something growing and pulsing. But then, Joey raised his hand.
"Finish him off please. Then you know what to do."
Bendy's smile shook, and he lashed out, grabbing the Projectionist's flickering head in his hands and pulling. There was a sickening snapping and popping sound, the beast roared and screamed, clawing at his hands, but then with a crack, the head came loose into Bendy's hands and the body slumped down to the floor. Bendy hoisted the head and body of the creature under his arms and then stalked off down the hall, disappearing into a wall without a trace. It was over as quickly as it had begun, lasting no more than a few minutes. Bendy only paused to look at Henry over his shoulder, but then he was gone.
They heard a choked noise from around the corner, and turn to see Allison. She was at the end of the hall, covering his mouth in horror at the display. Tom was beside her, and he locked eyes with Joey. He grabbed Allison's arm, and only then did she seem to notice the two of them standing there.
Joey scowled. "You."
Allison's fingers curled around her crowbar. "What did you do to Norman?"
"Norman?!" Henry said. "That...that was Norman? Norman Polk?"
"You're the one who let him out," Joey growled, walking over to Allison.
"You're the one who made him a monster," she retorted. Joey stopped a few feet in front of her, looking from her to the Boris beside her. His brow furrowed for a moment, but then he chuckled.
"I wondered where Tom had wandered off to. I thought maybe he was dead," Joey said. He looked over at Tom, who winced and avoided eye contact. He curled his hands into fists to stop himself from trembling.
Why did it have to be so hard to even stand up to Joey? He hated it. He hated this body that forced him to cower before his false creator. He hated it, he hated him, but he couldn't bring himself to so much as meet his eyes. His mind and body was screaming to obey Joey, to smile at him like he did during the day, to act like some sick little lost puppy, and he hated it, he hated that his heart automatically filled with admiration when he wanted it to fill with anger, with hate, for everything this man and monster had done to him and Allison and-
Then he felt Allison take his hand. Nothing more, just a small movement. And there was his strength.
His metal arm reacted in a way the rest of his body wouldn't, grabbing Joey by the shirt and hoisting him up in the air.
Joey's mouth opened in shock. Half of Tom was still shaking, but the metal arm had Tom's mind through and through, and its grip was firm and furious. Allison took a step forward with the crowbar. "You're going to fix this. You're going to fix Tom. You're going to let Henry go. And you're going to shut this park down once and for all."
Joey started to reach into his pocket, and Henry grabbed his arm from behind. Joey's eyes widened.
"Don't let him pull out a small box," Henry said. "He used it to call Bendy earlier. I think it might be a GENT machine."
"Really?" Allison said. "Take the box, Henry."
Henry grabbed the box from Joey's pocket and handed it to Allison. She shook her head. "Keep it for now." He nodded and pocketed the box. Allison nodded to Tom, who let Joey go roughly. Joey composed himself, brushing off his suit jacket.
"Now. Start talking."
"We're going to need to go to my office," Joey said. Allison narrowed her eyes, but Joey lifted his hands up. "All the paperwork and materials I need to explain the situation are in my office."
"And fix Tom?" Allison said.
"You're so sure that's possible?" Joey asked.
"You better hope it is," she answered lowly. A bead of sweat dripped down Joey's forehead, and he nodded.
"Right this way then."
They followed Joey to his office, Allison keeping the crowbar tightly in her grasp. Henry walked behind her, trying to find the words to say. Seeing both Allison and Tom like this, leading Joey, finally the ones in control of the situation, gave him a hope he was almost afraid of. But did they trust him? Did they know the truth? Seeing him working with Joey was probably enough to make him as much a prisoner as Joey. He only needed a few minutes to explain himself to her, to explain the situation.
"Allison, I'm sor-"
"Don't," she interrupted. His mouth snapped shut. She glanced back at him over her shoulder and smiled. "You have nothing to apologize for, Henry."
He let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding in, and smiled back.
Maybe things really were going to be okay.
They arrived at Joey's office, and he unlocked the door to lead them inside. The room was familiar, but still sent shivers down Allison's spine. The last time she was in here, Bendy had attacked her. She wasn't sure how much time she had before Bendy came back, but she hoped it was enough to get Joey to listen to what they had to say. And tell them what they wanted to know. She was never the violent type before, but after everything that he'd done, she wasn't afraid to use this crowbar for more than escaping out of sewage drains. Joey fiddled around at his desk, and Allison took the moment to check on Tom. "You okay?"
He nodded, looking tired, but otherwise alright. Joey started setting papers down on the desk, some of them familiar. The missing person papers. Allison knew them well. He kept moving around, unlocking drawers, and Allison stepped forward to look over what he'd already set out. She set the crowbar aside.
"These date back to when the park first opened," she said, handing a few to Henry. "Why are you showing us these?"
"You need to understand what this park is for," Joey murmured, closing one last drawer.
"I don't really care what this park is for," Allison said, throwing the papers across the desk at him. They hit his chest and flew in different directions before floating to the floor. "I just want you to fix this mess. Fix Tom. And let us go."
"I can't let you go," Joey said. "I can't shut down this park. You don't understand what that would do this place."
Allison reached for the crowbar. "I don't really need your permission anymore. Tell me how to fix Tom. We'll go from there. You're not in charge anymore, Joey. Your lap dog Bendy is gone. Alice Angel is gone. And you're going to lose your Boris too. I'm shutting this whole place down."
"Nothing I say will convince you that this park isn't evil, will it?" Joey asked her.
How could he ask her such a question? Was he really so deluded to believe that this place wasn't so bad, wasn't a terrible nightmare that swallowed people whole? She didn't think that Joey was this delusional, but his still calm demeanor was starting to tick her off. He was done. This whole park was done. Even after she got Tom back, she wasn't going to stop. She was going to burn this whole place to the ground and put an end to Bendyland, and she was going to start with its delusional creator.
"No," she answered. "Not after everything I've seen. Not after so many people have been killed by your hands. This whole place is over."
Joey sighed. He looked down at the papers that had fallen to the desk and smiled sadly. He opened up one last drawer in his desk and grabbed its sole item. He closed the drawer and peered at the item in his hands. "What a shame."
A gunshot echoed through the room.
Allison's eyes widened. He'd moved so quick, she'd barely had time to react or notice. The gun smoked slightly in Joey's hands, and the echoes of the shot were still ringing in her ears.
No. The ringing sound was something else. The whole world was ringing. She couldn't hear anything over the deafening sound.
Her legs went out from under her before she felt the pain. Before she looked down to see the blood pooling out of her stomach and staining her shirt and hands. The ringing just kept going, spinning around in her ears as the world grew fuzzy. She fell back and hit the ground.
"ALLISON!" Henry screamed. "Joey, what did you do?!"
Joey turned the gun toward Henry. "I need you just how you are, Henry. I can't shoot you. But I can find another angel if I need to."
Henry looked over to Allison, going to rush to her side, but Tom was already there. His eyes shook almost as much as his hands as he scooped Allison into his arms, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. He threw his head back, mouth open in a scream that nobody could hear, and Henry felt his heart nearly stop as Allison bled onto Joey's office floor.
A distant roar shook the room, dust and dirt spraying down over the tops of their heads. It hadn't come from Tom.
"You all have no idea what you're doing by trying to disrupt this place," Joey said, his eyes nervously scanning the ceiling. His whole body was tensed, and he swallowed, putting the gun away and wringing his shaky hands. He was pale. He adjusted his tie and loosened it to breathe.
"Enlighten us then," Henry said, his voice cracking. He wanted to run, wanted to call for help, call and ambulance, but once again, all the power was in Joey's hands. "Because right now, this place seems like nothing but a hell that you've created and are profiting from." Henry marched up to Joey, his hands curled into fists. "The only way you're accomplishing your dream is by getting other people killed!" Henry swung hard, hitting Joey in the jaw and sending him falling back over his desk. Joey groaned, slowly prying himself off of the ground while Henry stared down at his fist in disbelief. Right as he went to look back up at Joey, he saw a fist come and sack him in the gut. Henry's vision went black and pain rocketed up his body and sent him to his knees.
Joey trembled above him, straightening his suit and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You're all a bunch of damn fools," Joey said. "I've given you a choice. I'm giving all of you a choice. I don't think any of you understand just who runs this place. I'm holding all of the cards, and I have from the beginning. Did you hope there'd be some kind of rebellion? That you'd magically overthrow me and burn this whole park to the ground? You have no idea what's going on here. You have no idea the sacrifices I've had to make for this."
"You're a monster," Henry wheezed, clutching at his stomach. "What the hell's happened to you..."
"I'm not a monster," Joey said plainly. "Monsters enjoy what they do. They relish the pain. I don't relish this. I don't enjoy any of this. But I will have control of this park. I have to keep the demon appeased."
"Keep the...what?" Henry asked.
"...do you really think this is all for my benefit anymore, Henry? Do you really think this was my dream?" Joey asked. He gestured around him, pausing at the posters of smiling cartoons on the walls, and brushing passed Allison's limp form on the ground, and Tom bending over her. "I started this. I admit that. But I'm man enough to stand my ground and take control of the consequences of my actions, to prevent it from spiraling out of control."
Henry tried to rise back up to his feet, but only fell back down again. "So...so what? You expect us to believe that all this is for the greater good? Not just for profit?"
Joey's voice grew quiet. "No, Henry. It's not for profit. I don't give a damn how much money I make. This whole park is to contain my one, big, mistake. OUR big mistake. You think those bars are to keep people out? To keep the masses and brats like you away? No. It's to make sure the demon I brought to life stays in."
"That can't be true," Henry said. "There's no way. That's just an excuse you're making for yourself."
"You think I'm the one who's been kidnapping innocent people? The one who wants to turn innocent people into monsters and cartoons and keep watch over them as they meander around the park? To constantly watch an abomination that has to be appeased at any cost?" Joey said. "The ink machine brought more into this world than you can possibly imagine. And if I don't keep him here, in this park, there's no telling what he's capable of. If I don't keep Bendy and GENT appeased, then this whole place will come crumbling down and those monsters will be free to go wherever I want. This isn't about money. This isn't about my dream. My dream died a long time ago, when I watched that abomination rise up from the ink and take the form of a monster. It died when people started going missing, only for me to find a whole city beneath this park, beneath the walkways, a whole world I've had to build underground for people trapped in the ink because of what I created."
Joey took a shaky breath. He fumbled in his pocket for a cigar, but, finding none, sat down on his desk and ran a hand through his hair instead.
"You think the man who created hell gets a pass from it? No. I may be the gatekeeper, but I'm just as much a prisoner here as you all are."
"That doesn't mean you have to go to these lengths!" Henry shouted, finally rising to his feet. "To kill people...to trick and deceive people and turn them into monsters! You shot Allison! You shot her! You killed her!"
"She's not dead yet," Joey said plainly. "Tom still has a choice to make."
"What choice?" Henry asked warily, and turned to look back at Allison and Tom. His eyes widened, seeing nothing but a pool of blood where they used to be. Joey loosened his tie and then threw it on his desk, moving to put his head in his hands.
"It seems he's made his choice."
"T...om...?" Allison whispered, struggling to keep her eyes opened. She was being carried, swept up in his arms and sprints. "Wh...what..." His face was twisted. Determined. But so scared. She'd never seen him this scared before. She couldn't read what he was thinking. She wanted to reach up and touch his cheek, try to pretend it was still his face, still that frame she was so used to, pretend in her dying that it was really him. Every step he took while carrying her hurt, but she didn't even have the strength to protest.
He didn't look down at her. Didn't stop as he kept running. He knew where he was going. They all did, once they turned. An invisible string pulling at their chests, telling them what direction to go. He rounded another corner, stumbling to keep from dropping her. Just hold on a little longer, Allison. Just a little longer. They were almost there.
There it was. Standing before him, large and humming with life.
Bendy was there too. Waiting. He grinned beside the ink machine. Almost mocking him. Knowing full well what Tom intended to do, he made no move to stop him. Tom felt the ink and the darkness swarm around Bendy and press against the walls. He felt it in his body, in the way the ink shifted and distorted around him, thoughts and whispers pulling at his mind. In a way, he really was their god. Something they were drawn to. Their creator. The life-bringer and executioner all rolled into one. If Joey instinctively filled him with false admiration, Bendy filled him with pure primordial fear.
He wanted to tell her he was sorry for what he was about to do. He wanted to beg for her forgiveness. Tell her how much he loved her. How much he wished things were different. But the demon had taken that away from him too. All it did was take and take and take.
It wasn't going to take Allison's life.
Allison, drifting in and out of cold consciousness, felt her grip on Tom slipping. Was she dying? Was this it? It was darker here. Was something growling in the corner? She hoped Tom was safe...maybe he'd taken her somewhere quiet...somewhere safe where it could be just the two of them. Her chest still hurt. It hurt to breathe and speak. Were her lungs filling with blood? This wasn't what she wanted. Why was she being punished for just wanting to be with Tom? And why had she wanted to be with Tom so much?
The answer was so simple now. Why hadn't she told him sooner? Why did they dance around each other, the other pretending they didn't know how they really felt, pretending that their feelings were just simple fleeting things?
Tom hesitated, steps in front of the machine. He lingered. He'd thought his mind made up. But here he was, trembling in front of the open chasm of the ink machine.
He looked down at her. Her eyes were bleary, far-away, already gone, and she was growing cold. But she was smiling. For him. Just for him. To keep his spirits alive. It didn't seem forced. Was she really happy? There were tears in her eyes. She met his again, and her smile widened.
"Love you..."
Tom stepped forward and threw Allison into the ink machine.
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Thanks for your patience everyone! This chapter is out and I'm super happy with it. More will come, I promise, but I am going to take a break for a few months. On top of wanting to write and plan the next part out...I'm getting married! I'm going to be quite busy for a while, so I want to dedicate all of my focus on my life right now before continuing Welcome to Bendyland. Thank you all for reading! I'm so excited to write more with this story, and I'll be sure to let you know when I'm updating the next part or if I make a new book.
Thank you for all of your continued support through the first part of this story. I hope you're all looking forward to what comes next, and sorry for leaving you all on a cliffhanger. As a reader, I hate cliffhangers, but as a writer, I love them. There's so much more I have in store, so I hope you'll stick around and see what happens next for everyone.
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