Black Blood [Eng]

Trapped

[English is not my first language so there could be grammar mistakes in this story. Please forgive me ❤
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(T/N) POV:
I ran through the corridors as fast as I could but those deformed creatures never lose me from their sight, no matter how many turns I take.

In my desperate attempt to fool them and get out there alive I found myself trapped in a dead end. I looked at my surroundings while I heard them growl unentegible things, like if they got ink clogging their throats.
I didn't know where I was but it seemed like an office or warehouse.
There were papers scattered on the floor, a table, an almost empty bookshelf.. Nothing new, except for that animatronic 'Bendy' laying in a corner.

I had to look away from him because It seemed like he was looking at me too..
But even when I turned my back on him I got the feeling he was still watching me.

"Don't get distracted and think (T/N)!" I said to myself as those unpleasant sounds sounded nearer. It didn't took long for them to appear around the corner.
Their eyes were just ink without a soul, but it could've seem that they shone when they saw me. The Butcher Gang trio ran to me with eager, especially "Piper", who seemed to guide the other's steps.

I stood still with my back on the wall, next to the 'Bendy' animatronic, waiting for them to come nearer while thinking how could I dodge them in such a tiny place.
But they never caught me.

Before they could laid their dirty hands on me they froze in their steps, watching the corridor in which where them came through. New steps could be heared. I thought It was 'Bendy' this time, but it didn't sound as heavy and clumsy as him. Also, It seemed like he didn't came alone...

Soon 3 tall and chubby figures could be seen and the Butcher Gang stepped back in panic.
They weren't the 'Bendy' I saw before (when he chased me) in that damned studio, they looked more like the chubby cartoon version if Bendy. They looked like.. ¿costumes?.

They stood still as if they were testing me, as if they were thinking if I was interesting or not, while the Butcher Gang walked backwards until their back hitted the wall like mine.
Almost involuntarily I looked at the animatronic 'Bendy' that was on the abandoned table to my right 'cause I could feel like if his head was moving everytime I turned my head..

As the costumed 'Bendy's were getting closer to me with careful steps while they tested my reactions, the Butcher Gang tried to escape by rounding them taking advantage of the fact that they only seemed interested in me.

But they didn't get any far.

When they were barely 1 meter from me I started to listen slow and loud steps again, and this time I had no doubt that it was the real 'Bendy'. I started screaming and tried to escape by dodging the costumed 'Bendy's but they quickly grabbed me by the wrists with a force that didn't seem human.
I started screaming while tears ran down my cheeks, but I knew I had nothing to do while I observed that the mere presence of 'Bendy' made the Butcher Gang explode like water balloons into little particles of ink that fell like rain to the ground.

A third costume 'Bendy' put his hand on my neck forcing me back to the wall making sure to leave a gap between them by which I could see the ink demon slowly approaching as if he wasn't in a hurry because he knew I couldn't escape.
Wasn't it even too sadistic for them? To hold me while they awaited for "their boss" to take care of me?.

I closed my eyes tightly and turned my head to the side whispering "Please, please.." and praying, but I could only hope for It to be fast..

I felt the grip that those costume 'Bendy's had on my wrists was getting stronger while the one that had me by the neck disappeared.
I opened my eyes just a hair and out of the corner of my eye I saw that I had 'Bendy' a few inches away from me and was directing his hand dangerously towards my face. His breathing sounded more labored, making a noise as if he wanted to talk but it was unintelligible.
Everything happened as if it were in slow motion until he suddenly grabbed a lock of my hair and used it to pull me and throw me to the ground.