An Inkwell's Stain //BATDR Fanfiction\\ [Male Reader]

Chapter Thirty-Five: [Lord Amok]

"Within our isolated walls, Lord Amok reigns. The drips and drops of the leaking world above cannot stop his rule. Those who oppose Amok's hand, have their bodies crushed and fed into the narrow pipes that lead below into forgotten sewers under our feet." 

'Oh god...' you mumble, reading the note you had found silently in your head. Bendy looked at you, confused as to why you said those words. 'Nothing, buddy.'

"Those tunnels are even deeper, even darker, than this one. There is only suffering down there. But, should anyone defeat Lord Amok, cast him down, our small kingdom will belong to the conqueror. This is the secret of Amok's immortality. Pass on the throne, pass on the name."

So I better steer clear of this "kingdom". It sounds more like a cult, I'll be honest... 

A ladder led up, so you quickly flowed to the top while Bendy climbed with his stuffed toy in hand still. It led to a room with the three cut outs of the Butcher Gang members, Charley, Barley and Edgar. It reminded you of the deformed beasts that hunted you down earlier, their sewed and ripped apart bodies still functioning beyond repair... it was exceedingly disturbing. 

You shook off the memory and noticed a lever in the room, to which you pulled it down. It opened the door that was once locked, and you peered around the corner to see what it was. Three Lost One's all wearing the same strange adornment that the others wore... You walked inside slowly, as they had already noticed you and hadn't attacked. One was sitting down on a throne. 

Lord Amok.

'Behold!' His raspy and old voice croaked, gesturing to you. Bendy hid behind you, but it was very obvious he was there. They didn't seem to notice him though. 'The Stranger is upon us.' A strong accent could be heard within his voice, but you didn't have time to think about what accent it was. 'A young child, it appears... a rarity down here...' He sat in silence for a moment, but you stepped forward. 

'I mean no harm, I promise,' you say, holding out your hand in a gesture of friendship. He stared at you for a few moments. Bendy peered over your shoulder to have a look at the Lost Ones, but the Lord noticed and gasped in rage. 

'He walks among the demons; he cowers!" The hostility in his voice felt like a needle penetrating your hand and you reflexively clenched your outstretched hand into a ball and bringing it to your chest, stepping back. "Kill him. Kill him now!'

The two soldier Lost Ones charged at you, and your eyes widened at their speed. You push Bendy out of the way and duck as low as you can to evade their scythes. Tried as you might to kick at their legs, but they don't fall to the ground. 

They seem to be learning... 

You grab one of their legs forcefully and drag them down instead as they swing violently. Now that one was on the ground, you hit his hand with your pipe and his scythe scattered along the floor away from him. He was defenseless. 'Look, I won't kill you if you just-'

The other (forgotten) Lost One swung their scythe right into your back, digging hard inside until a scraping was felt along your raw spine. You wailed out in pain and Bendy didn't wait to react. He lunged at the opposing Lost One and tackled them to the ground. The scythe was still in your back, and the Lost One you were on top of was struggling to get you off. You groaned in pain and stabbed the pipe into his throat to silence him. Then you slowly got up, trying to not let the scythe ruin more of your back while trying to look for where Bendy was.

The other Lost One had got him pinned to the ground, but he wasn't losing face. You charged, completely blocking out the pain to save your friend. Doing the same as he did, you charged and tackled the other Lost One to the ground, ripping the scythe out of your back and stabbing the it right into their eye. The wails in the halls were now your enemies and not your own. After a moment they quietened, but whispered something in their last breath. 

'Lord Amok will rule above your reign...' He perished straight after. 

'Bendy, are you okay?' He looked at you like you were completely insane for asking that question. 

You're the one who got stabbed into your back.

He suddenly whistled in alarm and you turned to see the defenseless Lord Amok charging at you in anguish. You didn't even flinch. Holding your pipe in both of your hands, you thrusted it straight into his goopy chest. Dead in seconds. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the dead bodies surrounding you. Two more Lost Ones ran out of the door in front of you and you were about to cry out in frustration, but they went beside the throne and held their arms to their chest. 

'Hail the new Amok!' one called loudly, and they stayed staring at you. Bendy didn't seem to be focusing on your new status. He was fussing over your wound.

The two new soldiers saw him behind you fretting about the black ink oozing down your back, and went over to attack. 'No demons shall lay a hand-' 

'Stop!' you cried at them, holding your arms out wide in defense for your friend. 'Don't hurt him.' They stared at you, perplexed. 

'But-'

'No. He shall be treated with the same respect as me.' You say in a serious and monotonous voice, making them stand up straight and back away. Bendy pointed at them angrily and then pointed to your wound. They reluctantly did as they were told by him. They went over to you and guided you away to be treated.