The Angel's Gift

Freed

To make this spell work, the man and girl had to chant the spell she rewrote backwards as Battery flew around in a circle, pouring the extra thick ink on them. The one needing to be fixed needed a picture or sketch of their old selves along with something of theirs or the blood of their actors or relative's. Angel provided some of her own blood for Alice's part due to her connection to Susie.

They both began to chant simultaneously together as Battery and Norman did their parts, careful to avoid reach of the hostile ones and close enough to hit them with the ink. They all screeched as the spell set in. The candles around began to light brighter and larger. The wind began to blow harder. Screams were soon heard, but they had to go on.

Both then looked up to see that Alice and Bendy were having some sort of internal struggle. They looked like they were fighting themselves inside, struggling to escape from the darkness that corrupted them. Yet, it seemed too difficult. They had to help them.

Angel spoke as Henry resumed the chant. "Come on, Alice! You can do it! Fight her!"

The angel shrieked as her voice sounded near to its true self. "I can't...too much...pain..."

"Since when does an angel give up?"

"But...I'm not perfect...I'm not loved..."

"Alice, listen. Do you know why I was named Angel? It was because of you. Susie never forgot you, so she named me Angel to always remember you. When I found out about you, I felt the same connection she did. It was love. She loved you, Alice; she always has, even before you were famous. You don't need to be perfect to be loved. If you were, you wouldn't be Alice Angel. You'd be a Mary Sue"

The little angel inside had shed new tears in hearing that. She could tell they were sincere, and she could feel the connection towards the child and her mother, no their mother, flow into her. To the child, it was love. To the mother, it was missing her own children. She wasn't going to back down. She wasn't going to let Allison control her anymore.

Angel then switched so Henry could speak to Bendy. "Bendy, you can do it! Come back to us!"

"...traitor...so alone..."

"I know that I left this place many years ago, but I want to make up for it. I should've come sooner. Better yet, I should've never left! I can't blame you for how you feel right now. But, I promise, it ends now. Come with us. You can start anew far away from here. You won't have to be alone anymore"

"...30 years...scared...alone..."

"You won't have to be anymore. Fight him, Bendy. Then we can all go home, together"

Bendy was so scared after being trapped in the forsaken studio for so long. One by one, his friends were knocked off or driven mad like they were sitting ducks. It broke his heart. He wanted to leave this place. He wasn't going to stay here another day. Not anymore.

Both the older man and the little girl continued together as the flames brightened and the wind threatened to send them all flying. The ones in the pentagrams let out screams as the light blinded everyone. Henry and Angel shielded their eyes and waited for the light to die down. When it did, only then did they reopen their eyes.

A blonde man in a black shirt and brown pants lay where Sammy once stood. He let out a groan before sitting himself up and checking himself. He looked at his hands, before feeling at his face, and then his short locks. Tears streamed into his brown eyes as his face cracked a visible smile.

"I'm human again!" he laughed through the tears.

They both then turned to see what became of the Butcher Gang. They all were returned to their true forms from back in the cartoons. Beside them each was a familiar person of the staff of the studio. Beside Charlie was Shawn Flynn. Thomas Conner was unconscious beside Edgar. Barley was currently trying to get away from Grant Cohen. As soon as they got out of the pentagrams, they bumped into each other before they realized they were all back to normal. They all hugged one another.