Heart Made Of Ink! •BATIM X READER•

Till We Meet Again (End)

The two friends ventured around protected before reuniting with Boris, who was waiting for them to finish over by the door with a large phrase above it, Alice angel holding to the banner.

"Everything was locked, and we heard a tape." Y/N mumbled.

The gates soon opened for the three to run on in. As they examined the halls the two humans seemed to have an eerie feeling that someone is watching them.

Before the two noticed they seemed to slow down and lost Boris.

"He should be at the end of the hall." R/N said.

The two jogged along, soon freezing in place and turning pale when they found Boris staring at his own corpse.

They took another step in and went even more pale as they found the big room to be filled with other cartoons' dead bodies and corpses.

"What the hell..." Y/N squeaked out, rubbing their eyes. The two decided to carry on and walk across the planks to the other location.

"Look around. It took so many of them to make me so beautiful."

Y/N shudders at the thought of what these poor things went through.

"Anything less than perfect was left behind."

Y/N went stiff when she heard her words...

"I had to do it. She made me."

Once the two finished Susie Campbell's tape, a gate was opened for them to enter.

The two roommates continued on with their journey, in need of something to feed on. Who knew being on a probably 1 hour journey would drain them?

The two went along the twisting hall, and tensed up when they found Alice torturing a butcher gang member.

"What the actual hell." R/N spoke out.

The two approached the glass cautiously as Alice stopped the process of torture on the ruined cartoon.

"Hm. Now we come to the question..."

The two stood close.

"Do I kill you?.. Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight?"

The duo went pale.

"The choices of the beautiful are unbearable."

"You can say that again..." R/N mumbled quietly as they looked at the ruined cartoon.

"How's a girl to choose?" She giggled darkly.

"Take this little freak for instance! He crawled in here.. Trailing his tainted ink to my door!"

Y/N cringed at Alice's choice of words for it.

"It could have touched me! It could have pulled me back!!"

R/N went confused as the sudden tone of Alice's voice changed to a higher pitch.

"Do you know what it's like? Living in the dark puddles?"

The duo felt a slight feeling of sincerety as they slowly realized who is currently talking.

"It's a buzzing, screaming well of voices!"

The duo shrugged off the feeling and continued to listen, as the original tone returned.

"Bits of your mind, swimming... Like... Like fish in a bowl!"

Y/N rubbed her arm, feeling the energy from her friend's sincerety, knowing that her friend's been through something slightly similar.