Suddenly a hand shot out of the darkness, clawing at where my hand had just touched. I screamed as an inky demonic face peered out at me, snarling. I didn't hesitate to turn around and run, not paying much attention to where I was running. As I ran I looked back to see the insanely tall creature chasing after me, its teeth parting as it roared. When I turned to look in front of me, there was a pit, with no way for me to stop. I looked up as I plunged into the darkness, seeing the monster pacing at the top of the pit. And then it all when dark as I lost consciousness.
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"Sheep, sheep, sheep, It's time for sleep. Rest your head. It's time for bed. In the morning, you may wake. Or in the morning, you'll be dead." My eyes slowly fluttered open at the sound of a man's voice. I groggily looked around, my vision slowly coming into focus. "Ohh...my head." I whimpered, drawing the man's attention. "Oh..the little sheep has awoken. Lord Bendy will be so pleased with my offering. He doesn't like dead offerings, But who are you child?" He questioned as I slowly came to realize I was tied to a chair. "Who are you? Where am I?" I asked, my voice higher in my fear. His body looked like pulsing ink,only covered by a pair of overalls and a bendy mask. "My name is Sammy, I've been trapped here for so long, but if I offer you to Lord Bendy, maybe he will let me go. I know he wanted Henry, but I'm sure he will be pleased with you." the crazed ink man praddled on, seeming to look me over. "Henry...he wanted my father?" I asked, my violet eyes wide. Suddenly a sound outside the room drew Sammy's attention. "Lord Bendy! I have a gift for you, The Spawn of Henry!" He cooed as he ran from the room, hoping to please the ink demon. I squirmed in my seat, trying to loosen the bindings on my wrists before a loud screaming from the hallway drew my attention. "Lord Bendy...but why?" Sammy whimpered before his voice was cut off by a sickening gurgle. I cringed and wiggled my wrists, trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to draw the ink demon's attention. Just as I almost freed myself, a large white hand wrapped around the doorframe.
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Inky Prison
Fanfictionwhat if Henry passed away before the letter was ever sent? what if his 18 year old daughter received it instead? Bendy doesn't care if Henry is gone, he has a new friend to play with
