That was a little creepy, and you had to wonder how in the heck Sammy managed to set things up so the door would open when his song was played, but then you remembered that a cartoon character had come to life and ink monsters were trying to kill you, and questioning anything really was pointless now. Speaking of which, just as you turned around you saw one of these monsters lung towards you. You shrieked and swung your board, knocking its head clean off. You...may need some form of therapy after this. Sighing, you and Henry went back into the large recording studio, and you figured you could just get this weird little song and dance out of the way quickly, however once inside you felt like you were...missing something. You looked around at the seats and then up where the projector room was. 3 Bendy cutouts. Oh dear, why did you get the feeling you needed to have those seats filled with the cutouts. You let out a silent groan and jogged out of the room and to the stairs that led to the projector room, being careful to watch out for any ink monsters. You were clutching that board so tightly that your knuckles had turned white. You flipped on the projector and ran back down. Henry was waiting for you outside the room. "What are you doing?" He asked tiredly, and you realized that, despite how easily he moved, Henry was still an old man after all. He was probably exhausted. "We need to fill those seats while finding the instruments. Are you going to be okay?" "Yes...I'll be fine. The banjo should be near the door. Let's get those over with." He took the lead and plucked the banjo strings awkwardly, and then you took the lead back to the projector room, flipping the machine on. Looking over to the seats, you saw a new Bendy had not appeared. Okay...maybe you needed to do it a different way? Or, did you need them at all? Damn, this was so confusing.
Grumbling, you decided screw it and ran back down stairs and to the recording room, once more. Henry was keeping up easily but his breathing had become a little heavy. You needed to get this done quickly. You strummed the banjo, ran to the piano and banged on the keys, a little more violently than you intended. You hit them once more and then hurried back to the banjo, running your hands over the strings. You heard the gate near the small recording room begin to groan to life and you let out a sigh of relief. Heading over, you and Henry saw a long hallway, and at the end of it was the machine that controlled the ink flow. You headed inside and Henry gripped the wheel tightly, turning it with minor difficulty. "Okay..this should do it." He said, letting go. You turned and yelped when you saw a Bendy cutout peer at you from around the corner. Henry scowled slightly and pushed you back behind him, taking the lead once more as he readied his axe. You both exited the 'sanctuary' to see no cutouts, but plenty of ink puddles. Crud. You both glanced at each other and readied your weapons. Taking a deep breath you ran through the studio, and when a monster tried to get to you, you cut it down as quickly as you good. Yeah, this little fiasco was going to give you some violence problems for sure. Once those freaks were out of the way, you and Henry left the recording room and made a bee-line for Sammy's office. They had to fend off a few more monsters to get there, but in the end it had been relatively easy. With the ink gone and the keys found, you opened the door to Sammy's old office and looked around. It was actually relatively clean, and glancing on the table you found blueprints for the ink machine. You leaned down to get a better look at it. "Henry, you should see this..." No reply. "Henry?" Just as you turned to look for him, you were suddenly hit in the back of the head. Hard.
Your head was throbbing and it felt like the room was spinning when you came to. Wincing, you slowly opened your eyes and found yourself tied to Henry in a large, mostly empty room. You winced when a voice broke the silence, and only made your raging headache worse. You just might kill whoever did this. You lifted your head slowly and then nearly screamed. Standing before you was...you weren't sure. It had the shape of a human, but it's body was made of ink. It wore overalls, and a its face was covered by the head of a Bendy cutout. And then it spoke, and your heart dropped. "There we go now. Nice and tight. We wouldn't want out ship roaming away now, would we?" Sammy. It was Sammy Lawrence. You wanted to scream. Demand that he untie you and Henry and tell you both what the hell was going on. But you couldn't. Your voice refused to work. You felt Henry stir. Hopefully he would wake and talk some sense into Sammy. Or, what was left of him. "No, we wouldn't." Sammy continued with his rambling as you glanced around the room. There was a gate behind him. Candles. And the axe leaning against the wall. "I must admit I am honored you cam all the way down here to visit me. "it almost makes what I'm about to do seem...cruel." About to do? What the hell was he about to do? You frowned, trying to ignore your pained head and poked at Henry, effectively waking him up. "But the believers must honor their savior. I must have him notice me." Believers? What was he talking about? And was there more than just him down here? Part of you wanted answers. The other part wanted to kick him in the face, if he even had one left. Sammy finally stopped talked, but you saw that he was..or at least you THOUGHT he was staring. At you. It was a little hard to tell when he was using that cutout as a mask. "Wait. You look familiar to me...that face..." Oh thank god. Maybe he would realize who you guys were and- "not now. For the lord is calling to us. my little sheep. The time of sacrifice is at hand!" Or not. Dammit. Sacrifice? You needed to get yourself and Henry out of here, fast. You began to fumble with the rope around Henry's wrists, doing your best to untie them. Now you wished you hadn't dropped out of girl scouts. "And then I will finally be free from this...prison. This inky...dark abyss...I call a body." Sammy droned on. Then he stopped suddenly, and you could hear something....thumping. "Shh! Quit..! Listen! I can hear him crawling above. Crawling! Let us begin. The ritual must be completed!"
This man was a damn loon! "Soon he will hear me...he will set us free." And with that Sammy finally shut up and left the room. "Are you alright?" Henry asked softly, and you tried to nod but it only increased the pain in your head. "No. I wish I could detach my head...we need to get out." "Agreed."
"Sheep, sheep, sheep,
It's time for sleep.
Rest your head, it's time for bed."
Sammy's voice came out of the loud speaker in the room. Was he...was he trying to summon Bendy?
"In the morning you may wake,
Or in the morning, you'll be dead.
Hear me, Bendy! Arise from the darkness!
Arise and claim my offering!"
Oh no. The gate was opening.
"Free me, I beg you!
I summon you ink demon!
Show your face and take these tender sheep!"
You held your breath, finally managing to loosen the ties holding Henry as you watched the door, and he began to untie the ropes holding you as well. However, no ink demon came. Instead you heard Bendy through the speaker, going after Sammy himself. "No! My lord! Stay back! I am your prophet!" The noises Bendy was making sounded akin to a wild animal, enough to give you goosebumps. "I am your-AHHH!" Well, that was the end of that. Finally freed you rubbed your wrists and then grabbed the axe yourself, running out the gate with Henry right behind you. Though ink monsters emerged from their puddles, you ignored them and ran through, shopping down the boards you assumed Sammy had put in the hallway to stop you in case you tried to escape. Once you made it past those you began to slow down. There was a room directly in front of you and a hallway to your left. The room was dark, and flooded with ink. The minute you drew near, Bendy slowly lurched out of the ink, like from some horror movie. He , it, whatever, stared at you and you could have sworn Bendy's grin grew. And you could have sworn you heard it speak.
"Wendy..."
Oh hell no.
You turned and shoved Henry towards the hallway to your left, both of you running as fast as you could. Over and over again you could hear it, the voice deep and raspy, somewhat gargled. Saying your character's name. Why the hell did he have to remember? How did he even know it was you?! You ran and didn't look back, lurching forward so you could reach the door at the end of the hall. Only...it opened on its own. You and Henry hurried inside, and he slammed the door behind you. You skidded to a halt and panted, your knees shaking. Somehow, with Bendy having at least an idea of who you were, you were more scared now than you had been at any time earlier. Suddenly, a can of bacon soup rolled towards you and you lifted the axe, ready. "Who's there, come out?! We know you're there!" Footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Someone came around the corner.
It was Boris.
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We did it ya'll, we reached the end of chapter two. It was long, and it was hard, but we managed to make it. Now all we need is to get ready for chapter three, and I don't know about you guys, but I am SO excited for Alice Angel!
And now, with this chapter drawn to a close, I can finally not feel bad about not updating this for so long. And I'm so hyped after seeing the trailer for the next chapter. Stuff's gonna get good!
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Irreplaceable (BendyxReader)
FanfictionY/N once worked as a voice actress for an old cartoon, however that was cut insanely short when she was suddenly replaced. Now, 30 years later she returns to the abandoned studio for something she left behind.
