A Demonic Caretaker (Bendy x Cartoon Reader)

Chapter 8: Lost Halo

The heaviness of anger hung in the air like an impregnable brick wall. Gloom didn't seem to be far behind it blended in quite well with the mixed emotions. Who was to say if any of this was fate playing out or was just was bad karma shoving us to the brink of insanity. Or was just trying to get even for the wrongdoings we have done in our lives. No one could truly even say if we could even finish what we have embarked upon. Still, we must have some hope that there will be glory at the end of all the suffering here. Maybe there is a silver lining hiding under the blackness that is the congealed ink, lurking and burrowing deeper into any shred of joy. Was he to be trusted in the same account as 30 years ago? Can anyone lay their heart on the line to stop the massacre that started by mistake? That's all we are, mistakes that shouldn't have ever been jolted to live. But, no. Mr. Drew ended up like Dr. Victor Frankenstein. He created a monster. A monster forged in ink that can not be eradicated from the constraints of this world.

Henry and Boris continued to have me placed between both of them as we traverse the inky plain. Boris leads the way through the deep muck, which came up to Henry's waistline in some places. As for myself, I would often be carried across the terrain out of fear of being consumed by the darkness again. The men complied with this newfound terror that I had it too. It was irrational to have, yes, but if it meant they would be safer it just another protocol we would have to follow. It truly showed how rattled I was to be near the thing that gave life to this womanly frame.

It felt like ages wandering around the halls. How big is this place? The walls would start to resemble one another, eventually, Boris lost his way after treading through the elaborate maze. Everything was turning into on messed up ordeal that looked endless the deeper the plot burrowed itself into our minds. It was just pain that would come toward us head-on, causing challenges with our trust in one another. Even that was slipping slowly away. The longer this "adventure" panned out, the more dangerous it got. I was already proof that things could easily go wrong. If the same thing happened to Boris, I don't think Bendy would let my outcome repeat itself. It's frightening.

Henry came down here with the ambition to aid us. Now, he's regretting it. The countenance he presented was pitty for us, pitty that we were so foolish enough to let all of this happen when he had no participation in our demise. Joey Drew relieved him of his job position days before he started "experimenting" on us. That and with the lack of visitation we had with Henry, surely should have sent warning markers for us. We were basking in the fame and popularity to the point we were blind to any of Drew's ambitions. It's sickening to think that all of this could have been what he wanted. He knew where we stood in the world and yet he persisted to push boundaries beyond their flexing point.

It's painful, having to remember misery from 3 decades ago. All those years of reliving memories in my dreams, is living this long really worth it? I wanna care for my companions, but every second now passing makes it seem more and more meaningless. All the endeavors since day one would lead up to this point, the moment where I wished I never was made. You may see it as being overdramatic or selfish. But when there is much that could have been changed for the better, I regret everything. But, where is all the hope and joy now? I never asked for any of this to happen, nor did I ever wanted it to either. We were happy in the public eye performing for all ages and here we are rotting away in this hell. Is it too much to ask for all of this misery and agony to end?

This is all so depressing, I know. But, there isn't much left to my story. It certainly looks like the final chapter isn't that far away from now. Everything has been a loss here at this old studio where laughter falls into silence. Something new left to fade away with darkening stains. We broke the impossible and no one knows. Hell, we don't even know what the sunlight feels like or if we can even touch it. Why did this have to be our outcome? Forgotten, thrown away alike scraps left over from a dead man's dreams. Why we're we the ones left to suffer when it's his fault? This question reframed itself inside my mind for the longest time.

I glanced up upon my companions that have stopped themselves from wandering too far before me. For decades I thought they both were gone, but here they are. Even after my demon revealed itself. They're the answer. Friends. Family. Maybe this isn't the end, but just the beginning of it.

A smile grassed across my lips. I felt a rejoiced in my heart, then it took a beat. Over and over I felt it hit my rib cage getting stronger than the beat before until it was a steady thumping. Above my head a light shined, radiating in the dark. A halo formed, not out of ink, but light. Henry and Boris stood taken back by the light. I honestly didn't know what had happened prior, all I knew was I felt alive with people who meant the world to me. And no low life Devil Darling was gonna stop me from letting them slip away back into the abyss.

I'm the Fallen Angel, (Y/n). Who just regained her halo.