A Demonic Caretaker (Bendy x Cartoon Reader)

Chapter 7: Hell's Angel

Pipes shot out from wall to wall allowing the black liquid that seemed to be the key to keep us old-timey characters alive to flow. The ink machine must be working double-time to keep this all flowing, especially this fast. Where is it all coming from anyway and how is one machine pumping all of these gallons of ink? Henry placed his hand on one and felt the force behind the fragile pipe that was low enough to reach. He seemed lost when he touched it, almost like he was also being affected by something more sinister. All of us had something affecting us that we wouldn't let on, I guess that also means we didn't see it for each other as well.

Eventually, all the poltergeist activity had subsided and I began to grasp my own emotions again, even though that won't be for too long, I feel. Sure enough, I felt dizzy and lightheaded after a few minutes. I felt like I was physically drained of my energy. Mostly I felt suffocated and couldn't catch my breath. Henry crouched down to me and let me use his hands to balance with, but I refused his offer.
"The airs thick." I said with a low almost dark monotone. I didn't realize how I said this, or even that I did honestly. My head was pounding by now. Things failed in and out from a black void and the first bad sign revealed itself. A stream of ink flowed down my face from my hairline followed by another, which made it look like I was melting. I felt like a chunk of information was missing that would cause this. The more I tried to remember the more my head would throb and along with that the more liquefied I would become.

Now that I look back at how things played out, my memory had become corrupted. I indeed was missing parts of information that would play a key role in what was going on, but since I didn't know at the time it looked like I was bound to end up as a puddle of ink eventually. Unaware to me Henry and Boris were trying everything in their power to prevent this. It just happened so suddenly, I've never experienced anything like this before. If I was being honest it felt cold and rather disturbing to think that this stuff covering my eyes was apart of my physical form and wasn't just hair. I didn't feel like myself and I didn't know what was going on outside of my throbbing head. And quite frankly, a lot was going on that was out of my control now.

I was corrupted. Possessed by the only person I thought would never hurt me. Bendy used me to attack Boris and Henry. Through their eyes, I was a monster that ravaged everything trying to get them, like a terrible game of cat and mouse. I've chased them all over like a beast that resembled Bendy. It was just getting too personal for comfort. Long talons scratched the wall and floor leaving long gashes behind. By the time I snapped out of this demonic state I was ready to slice Henry's head clean off his shoulders. He was an old man and here I was standing holding him by his throat pinning him to a wall with my claws to his neck. I instantly dropped him, letting him fall to his knees gasping for air. Boris was right by his side growling at me until I backed away hanging my head low. Deep inside I was still there barely able to control these dark desires to kill. What felt like screaming was only a whisper in my mind. A small whisper had to push its way through the darkness just to stop my hand from sinking into Henry like a knife through butter.
'I don't want to do this, Henry. You know that.' I thought to myself through the pain.

I can't recall what happened afterward can't say if I left them alone or if I just passed out right then. Needless to say, it was just a complete mess. So much happened all at once and I'm quite sure it's hard to process. Trust me, I'm still having issues believing it. Anyway, when I woke up I was wrapped up in Henry's jacket. I couldn't believe after all that he would still trust me.

Boris was carrying me, considering. Everything felt numb and tingly all over. Kinda like how you would lay on your arm wrong and it was like pins and needles pricking all at once. Yeah, that was all over my body. It was quite painful. Especially when you would try to move and it only got worse. I winced in Boris's arms tucking my head into his neck. He didn't seem too amused at having me still around. I don't blame him for wanting to ditch me, honestly, I'd do the same. Eventually, I regained my strength and was walking again between the men. I realized Henry wrapped me up in his jacket by now. I appeared more human than ever. A very womanly human. I pulled the jacket tighter around the frame. I guess when all the ink subsided I didn't have much left on. Embarrassing enough though, on my back, I had 2 more white spaces like in the palm of my hand but these looked like angels wings.

What a coincidence.