~Dancing With The Devil~ [Bendy X Sammy Fanfic]

Chapter 14 A Brave Charge [Final]

The smell of death and despair hung in the air like a cloud as Bendy stepped out onto the metal platform.
The flimsy platform stretched to ether side of the large room. Looking down at a frenzy of lost souls, screaming out for help. Merely waiting to be processed by the heart of the machine, which lay in the center of the room. It's beating made the hole room shake everytime it beat.
The room seemed to scream with chaos. Yet the Demon seemed unfazed by the loud noises around him. He quietly patted to the center of the room, looking down at the terrified souls that lay underneath him, Laying his arms on the guardrail.
Bendy quietly watched as a soul was ripped from the pool and shucked up through the veins of the ink machines heart. Being smashed by the beat of the heart and squeezed up into the roof above.
This was nothing to The Ink Demon, just another tiring day for the ink machine. The core of the ink machine always sounded like this. Broken souls being dragged in by the pipes and rivers of ink, the heart processes the soul and then they go to the printing machine to be given a body. Just a normal day in that hell of a studio.
Bendy exhaled a long sigh, looking back down that the pool below him. A shroud of guilt and sadness showing in his one functional eye, thick ink dripping down his face and into the pool below. He coldly looked up to the heart of the machine standing before him, his tail dancing from side to side like waves on a beach.
He's right, what right do I have to tell Sammy where and where not he can go? He's his own person, to dictate what he can do with his life was just plain idiotic of me to do.
He'll probably never want to talk to me ever again. And why blame him? I controlled him for my own selfish reasons and I hurt him when he just wanted to be free...from me.
The thought hit Bendy like a flash.

Sammy would probably never been attacked if I had never gotten involved in this "artificial" love.
Bendy thought back to when Jack had defended the two.
"As long as it's not hurting anyone then it's fine."
Ya sure, not hurting anyone.
What would Jack think of me now? Hurting and controlling the person I loved so dear. Alice was right, a demon can't be in love with a human. That love will never last. Never.
The demon gripped the handrails as tears ran down his cheek. He rapped his tail around his leg, trying his best to control his emotions. The bitter reality ate at him like a disease, sending him into a deeper and deeper depression.
He collapsed onto the platform, holding his head close to his body, tears freely running down his face. The sound of screaming souls was starting to give The Ink Demon a headache. His sadness turned to pure anger and he ripped himself from the round and leaned over the edge of the guardrail and yelled at the top of his lungs.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! NO ONE GIVES A SHIT AND NO ONE IS GOING TO COME SAVE YOU!"
"SO SCREAM TO SOMEONE WHO GIVES A FUCK!"
His screaming echoed around the room, louder then even the loudest soul.
The pool went silent, only the strong beating of the ink machines heart could be heard.
I need to get out of this room or I may go crazy.
And with that The Ink Demon released his grip from the rail and limped over to the nearest wall, melting through it.

Sammy walked down the hall, Time comfortably curled up in his hands. Purring softly, his brown eyes were bearly open. Sammy could also felling himself getting more tired with every step he took.
Then, without warning. Time jumped up, his eyes completely open now.
"Mama! I smell Mama!" The little searcher squeaked, jumping out of the prophets hands, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Time quickly got up and ran down the hall running as fast as his small arms could go. Sammy cached after him, even though the searcher was tiny he could still run surprisingly fast.
Time screeched to a holt, slamming into a door. He shuck his small head and squeezed under the gap in the door. Sammy through the door open and froze from the sight before him.
The floor was covered in dead corpses. Some were piled on top of one another, as if placed there by someone. Some of the body's looked as if they had been chewed on, massive chunks taken out of there body's, some even missing limps. The hole room smelled of rot and blood, it made Sammy sick to his stomach. He had never seen such carnage before in his life. But Sammy had to try and put these feelings off for a minute.
He looked around for his little friend who was climbing over and weaving between the fallen corpses, Sorta walking circles around the room.
"Mama! Mama, where are you! It's me, Time!" The little searcher squeaked, frantically searching for his mother. Sammy's heart dropped seeing how oblivious Time was to the situation. He probably had no idea what he was climbing on were dead body's.
Sammy carefully stepped over the body's blanketing the floor, holding back his urge to gage, trying his best to not touch any of them. Sammy walked up behind Time who turned around to face him, tears streaming down his face.
"Why is she not responding? I-I can smell her but I can't hear her!" Time sobbed desperately for an answer.
Sammy went down to his level, not sure how to explain what had happened to the innocent searcher.
But before Sammy could make up the words he heard a familiar hissing and thudding sound from behind him. Sammy quickly snatched Time off the ground, treading over body's, not caring anymore about not touching them. Sammy ran behind a large pillar, holding his hand over his mouth to silence his heavy breathing.
Sammy carefully peered around the edge of the pillar, seeing just as The Ink Demon emerged out the wall. He Looked just as lifeless as the body's that were surrounding him. The Ink Demon bent down and grabbed one of the body's off the ground, it's was completely stiff to the bone, the terror still stuck on its face. The demon grabbed the corpse by its shoulder and tearing its arm off. Bendy throw the rest of the body into one of the large piles.
Sammy almost thought his heart had stopped beating for a few seconds.
Bendy must have been the one who did this! Why would he do that thoug-
Sammy was snapped from his thoughts when Time jumped out of his arms, running toward The Ink Demon with a happy expression on his face.
"Mama!" Time innocently squeaked to who he didn't know was The Ink Demon. Sammy froze, he wanted to go save Time but also didn't want to give away his position.
The Ink Demon coldly and unmercifully staired down at the unknowing searcher, showing his teeth.
Sammy took a deep breath.
I can't believe I'm about to do this.
The Ink Demon dropped the stiff arm he was holding, raising his hoof up to stomp the little searcher into the ground with the rest of them. But out of nowhere, Sammy charged at The Ink Demon, punching him square in the face, Bendy toppled back, surprised by the sudden attack.
While Bendy was flustered, Sammy grabbed Time in his arms. Racing out of the room and stomping down the hall. Tears of utter fear forming in the prophets eyes, making it hard for him to see where he was going. Sammy wiped the tears from his eyes and kept running, Time tightly gripped in his strong hands. Sammy panted, terror moving his every step. He couldn't hear any following footsteps however, the demon didn't seem to be following him. but Sammy didn't care, he knew better then anyone that Bendy loves to play with his food.
Sammy then spotted a miracle station up ahead, he ran to it. Throwing the door open and quickly slamming it behind him, locking it. He sat down on the ground of the miracle station, exhausted from the long run. While Time was squeaking and hissing at him.
"Why'd you do that!? Mama was right there! Didn't you see her!?"
Sammy heaved, growing agitated by Times recklessness and unknowings of the danger before him.
"Time. That wasn't your mother! That was The Ink Demon!"
Times experience changed from anger and fear in a matter of seconds.
"If I wasn't there you'd be turned into a bite-sized meal!" Sammy yelled at Time. Who seemed to look great full for his life. Sammy exhaled a long sigh, looking down at Time in a sad manner.
"Look Time, I'm not sure how to tell you this but I'm not sure if we'll be able to find your mother."
Time looked confused and scared by Sammy's words.
"W-what do y-you mean? Of course we'll be a-able to find her!" Time yelped, his voice shaking slightly.
"Time...your mother's died." Sammy said in as softening of a tone as he could mustered.
Time froze, his brown eyes filling with tears and he tensed his small shoulders.
"NO. NO YOUR LIEING! SHE I-ISN'T DEAD! She isn't..." Time trailed off, sobbing to himself. Sammy picked up the grieving child and hold him close to his own chest. Time grabbed onto the stap of Sammy's suspenders, digging his face into the prophets chest. Wailing out in a doleful misery.
Tears formed in the brims of Sammy's eyes, he felt so bad for the kid. His mother may not even remember him when she reforms and it was doubtful that he'd even realize her.

Sammy allowed for Time to cry into him, Sammy was all the kid had left and Time was all that Sammy had left...