Love Like You

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       Falling through a floor and getting knocked out was not fun at all. Her vision took a bit to kick in and she slowly rose up, looking around while holding her head.

       "Ugh. . .my head and what happened. . . ? My axe. . ." Legs wobbling she slowly stood up, jumping out the pentagram to fetch the ax.

       "God forgive me. I gotten myself into a mess, I reek of ink and apparently this place is haunted. Joy." She sighs again, gripping the handle tightly before looking at the now blocked off exit and a blocked door she could chop open.

       "Guess I have to keep going, maybe find a way out of this hell." Grumbling about the lost of her bag she shook her head before getting ready to go lumberjack mode.

       The clattering and the moist smell of wood mixed with ink was no longer new to her. She looked around.

       "This is probably the area for recording and making music." She muses at the signs everywhere and walked around, noticing some type of offering to Bendy and bacon soup.

       Bacon soup. She remembers Bendy advertising the brand on a old DVD. Huh. She picks it up noticing a switch but paid no mind, switching on the record of Sammy's voice.

       ". . .wow. He really loves-"

   🐑"I said. Can I get a amen?"🐑

       Her eyes widen, her body making a full 360° turn with the axe in hand. Her lips quiver. Now that voice. . .

       That is the first voice she heard since she arrived.

       Someone is here. Someone wants to get her or do something. She refused to fall down. Gulping she yells who is there. But no response. With hesitation she trudges on eventually finding the gate.

       "Three buttons. . .I just saw one. Ok. C'mon Mavis you can do this." She puffs her cheeks up before dramatically posing to calm her nerves; dashing off on her quest.

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       You know that 😑 emoji? (-_- that's it if you can't see the emoji)  Her face was exactly like that. Waddling through ink that messes up your clothes is not the best thing to do. But the place is flooded from the ink upstairs. The heck was Mr. Joey doing-

       Stomp.

                   Footsteps.

        "H-Hey!!! MISTER! Sir wait up!" She sped up watching the silhouette pass by. But by the time she got out of the ink and looked left the guy was gone. A offering and a cardboard Bendy stood in place. ". . ." Her eyes twitch and her hands ended up breaking the board. Seriously. Enough with the cardboard Bendys. Grumbling she walks away but looks back only to see Bendy right back again. ". . .wow.  And good day to you sir." She salutes the board before power walking off. Not noticing the eyes on the board squinting a bit at her departure.

       (OK so I'm just going to zip past a few parts. She just found the recording to unlocking Sammy's secret in the room so now she is freaking out about the the ink monsters and Sammy watching from above.)

       She heard the door unlock and cheers for herself. "Uh- huh! Oh yeah! Who is the boss? I am! Woo hoo! Woo hoo! Woo. . .who?" She blinks. All the Bendy's were up there and. . .a man. She moves to the left his gaze following. To the right. He follows. She gulps softly. She needed to leave. Someone is really here!! Alarmed she starts to move but the ink monsters popped up. She looked up. Everything— no. Everyone was gone. She pulls her attention back down at the problem at hand and attacks the monsters. Another question.

         Who is that man?

   Why is his body all inky?

         Why does he wear a mask?

   What are these ink monsters?

          Are they the remains of the workers? No. . .she didn't think so. And also. . .

   Why were Mr.Joey and Mr.Sammy so. . .into Bendy?

       He is just a cartoon character right? And it seems as if all those writings on the wall were either written by the inky man or Bendy. She could understand if why they would have a grudge towards Mr. Joey.

       Nearly out of breath from fleeing from the monsters she drops into a short jog down the corner where the halls split.

       Wham

       The sound of her body hitting the floor was heavy. Her vision blacks out. Not again.

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       Mumbling once more she couldn't ignore the tapping of the headache. She tried to get up but. . . she was stuck. She grunts before a voice startled her. Slowly she looks up, her hair dripping with ink. The man. . .no. It's Mr.Sammy.

       She listens to him in awe and anger. How could he want to kill her for selfish reasons? Well she could guess why but still—rude!!

       "- I can finally get rid off this inky, disgusting, abyss I call a body. . .The time has come for the SUMMONING!"

       (Idk if that was the direct dialogue and I don't have internet right now as I type this so wiki is not a option. Oh well :D )

       He moves close towards her, she tries to avert her eyes from his gaze. ". . ." She hoped he wouldn't try to bite her or something. He eased away before walking off, leaving her to struggle on the floor. The axe sat by itself rather proudly in her view and all she wanted was to hold it again. Sammy's voice was echoing over the speakers.

       The doors were opening.

       She was trying her best to free herself. But  she paused when she heard Sammy's pleas which fell to death ears. She knew what she had to do.

        New Goal: Escape from Bendy.

       Quickly snatching up the axe she began to chop her way to some type of freedom, dodging and attacking the ink monsters that tried to slow her down. One managed to trip her but she quickly got up, running off.

       Suddenly it was quiet. Too quiet. The dripping of the ink was no longer pleasant, then again it never really was. She lost her axe back there and felt vulnerable to any attack. Biting her lip she inches closer. Big mistake.

        Like a jumpscares out a horror movie Bendy emerges from his ink cavern, growling lowly with his sharp fingers and teeth in view. She was already dashing down the hall, looking back. He was gaining on her. She screams out loudly before she turns down the hall, ceasing movement when a empty bacon soup can rolls down the hall.

       "W-who is there? I know your there, show y-yourself. . ." She was sweating, ink covered half her body. She just wanted to go home. But she was too tired to even move. No weapon at all to defend herself. . .

        What would her grandmother say. . .

        Through tired eyes she watches the figure's silhouette reveal itself.

       "Boris. . .?"

             End of Chapter Two
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