A Demonic Caretaker (Bendy x Cartoon Reader)

Chapter 9: Beginning of the End

A fallen angel had regained her lost halo and a feeling of benighted joy skipped its way back to a little demon. Outraged by this light it caused him to re-emerge from the darkest, deepest crevice completely unaware of what, let alone who was creating an uplifting feeling. The Devil Darling was going to stop this madness until his plans were executed properly. Even if that meant this new light has to be suffocated back into oblivion.

His long talons scratched the walls and floor, leaving streaks that resemble pentagrams. The demonic voices seemingly barked relentless peremptory remarks in his ear until he obeyed every order. One could imagine that such voices constantly nagging over your shoulder could cause you to do things you might regret. This couldn't be a truer statement than for Bendy. Deep down he hated all the heinous outbreaks he did over the past 30 years. He didn't want us to die, but "they" did. The demons that followed Joey attached themselves to anyone who was near at the present moment of his death. Let alone the one who caused it. Who was to say that they didn't influence those around him as well. It would truly explain why all of this happened. Why others had to die. Why we became slaves to wander the halls until judgment day.

And now with a lighted pathway emerging from the pits of Tartarus, it seems. The light and dark will have to collide to determine the fate here. Nothing can change that. So it seems like the final chapter isn't much farther from now. It may even be when the forces of good and evil step onto the same plane of existence.

The voices continued to demand and bark, louder and darker than before, yet still only appeared as a whisper in your ear. I could hear them myself, calling me out by name, telling me where to place my foot before myself. Some would tell me how pathetic I am for hiding behind the light, others supported my decisions then could cut me deep to my core. It was all futile for them to waste energy. It was almost annoying how they would persist. Now and then I would instinctually whisper a prayer. Words that haven't been spoken off my lip in quite some time. They would back off and a reinvigorating lift of negative energy would float off your shoulders. I gave them a reason to fear again. Even though the light hasn't shined around these parts in years doesn't mean that it's hopeless to give up on a damned place. Sadly enough I had to learn this the hard way, basically begging for it to come to take its icy grasp wasn't my finest moment in history. Although it did change my outlook on life it left a part of me holding onto that ideology. It's regrettable, but having friends here is an acquit crutch of support perfect to lean upon. It just leaves the question, how in the name of hell are we going to pull this off.

This is best left answered for another time. Preparations had to be made and neither did Henry, Boris, or I have the know-how to call the name of Hell's Bells, and if anything we would do would work. Lucifer was here guiding his hand across the domain we called home. Tangling his oppressive regime down onto a place that craved enlightenment. I craved that change that would free trapped souls.

The men challenged their brains with ideas to cast the devil out. As they congregated themselves I thought of one that excluded them from any bloodshed. They might not know it yet, but they cannot fight this one. May He watch over me and hear my prayers when that time comes.
"What do you think of that (Y/n)?" Boris asked almost excited to put whatever plan they devised into action.
"Oh, um. Sure, sounds great guys!" I replied cheerfully with a smile across my features. Afterward, I looked on down the hall mentally preparing myself for what's soon going to come.
'This isn't going to be just a hug and it's over the scenario. I'm too weak to fight a monster and I'm just getting used to this vibrant energy. But, if this goes accordingly we don't have to be here much longer.' I places my hands on my hips and assured my stature which popped out my right hip. 'Still, there is no guarantee that we can leave without sacrifice. Deals with the devil are always so complicated.' I puffed out my cheek as I thought.
"(Y/n), ya coming or not?" Called Henry from down the hall in the opposite direction I was facing.
"It's this way boys. Trust me." I gave them a reassuring smile. They hesitate to follow.

Henry was somewhat skeptical about my part in all this. He at least expected me to double-cross him by now.
"She has something going on in that head of hers, Boris. I want to know what she has planned." Henry muttered.
"Psht! Have some faith in the girl." Boris replied.
"That's all this is going to come down to. Isn't it? All of this happened for some uncanny, profound reason what I can't comprehend." Henry looked directly towards Boris then averted his gaze back onto me. "Do you think that she could be like a prophet for this place? I mean, she was close to being mentally broken when I stepped foot in front of her and now she's all happy sunshine." He finished.
"Ya know, I haven't thought about it. Course I've never seen her halo, only Alice did and that was through her dark exterior." Boris stood with a puzzled look on his face. "(Y/n) is a nice girl and never meant any harm, you should know that Henry, better than any of us."
"Yeah I do and I'm telling ya that girl is going to get herself killed." Henry stated with a quiver of worry cutting through his delicate tone.
"You just asked if she's a prophet so what do you think? If she is, it's her fate. Like it or not Henry I don't think ya can save her this time. It's love that's going to kill her. Not Bendy." Boris said quite softly and full of grief and sorrow.

Everything was starting to sound like a fairy tale. Not some animated happy ending fairy tale, but a true one that often would leave you disappointed that the heroine dies or is left heartbroken in the end.

I guess you could figure that my fate was already written in ink that can't be erased.