"Walking to the super market as usual I see", a familiar voice drifting behind me. It was Isaac, my old grade school buddy. "You know me so well Izzy", I replied, letting a soft giggle escape my mouth as I paused for a moment, soon having a conversation with my old pal.
[Later that day, hours passing of non-stop talk of how many people were quickly dying from the unknown curse that taken place at the old church, bodies falling, bloody pentacles or spray painted on the old abandon buildings.. Someone's been making deals with the devil himself.]
Sounds of laughter and shrieks were heard outside, "but who could be making such a ruckus", I thought to myself.. None other than Isaac Percy himself, he may have been my good friend, but sticking to his old trickery never seemed to stop I suppose.
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Pentacles and blood, spray paint and candles. "Oh no.. not again", a cold shiver going down my back, slowly creeping over toward the back doors of old Mrs. Trevor's barn; A dead body lay there, blood everywhere, and some odd looking black hole, streaks of white in the color. My hand over my mouth, holding the urge to throw up, the corpse of Mrs. Trevor lying in front of me, a hatchet in the left bloody hand of my friend's. "I-Isaac.. how.. how could you?!" I yelled, backing away from the scene of death, almost forcing myself to even speak up, vomit leaking through my hand as I got sick from the smell of death.
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Babbs And The Journey To The Ink Dimension
AdventureJust writing along a story based upon bendy and the ink machine and bendy and boris' quest for the ink machine. My characters might be based on some of them, Babbs is based on a persona of myself and of Bendy. Enjoy the story!
