Batim | Monster Ink au [old]

Sanctuary

{remember how I said I probably wouldn't update until the trailer dropped?
Yah well guess I lied}

The prophet has disappeared.
He hasn't been present in the music department for what seems like days.
This is not normal for him.
Now this world has a hierarchy,
The demon towers over all,
The angel has her place in her domain,
Sammy has his music department,
And then there was her. She was powerless here.
But the angel has disappeared, and since Sammy was missing as well,
There was now a power vacuum in the studio.
A void waiting to be filled by any ink being strong enough to take it.
And Savanna was that being.
She had waited in the puddles long enough. She was sick of hiding, whether it be from angels, demons, or some unholy amalgamation of ink and machinery, she was done hiding.
And she knew the others were too.
Sammy Lawrence had always kept them safe, but he had slipped and thus everyone was no longer safe, she wished to fix that. She pulled herself out of the puddle and slinked forward, she looked around, the music department was abandoned save for the occasional searcher that was horribly lost. The ink lady wandered into the band room, it was unorganized and messy, instruments scattered everywhere and chairs overturn in some form of struggle.
"Well then, let's get to work" she announced to herself as she started writing chairs and music stands. The work help keep her mind busy, busy enough that she almost didn't notice the new entity wander into the room.
Almost.
She glanced back and noticed what looked like another distorted toon. Savanna prepared to duck into the puddles but paused, this toon looked familiar, she knew of the general 'toons' Boris, Charley, Barley, and Edgar, but occasionally she'd see other toons, ones that she knew never made it to the show proper. But she knew them all the same.
She had been the one to draw out their designs.
This confused Inky amalgamation reminded her of a character she lovingly named Eugene, he was a human toon, tall, thin, curly hair that looked like a cloud, had suspenders on. She vaguely remembered pitching a cartoon short where Bendy ended up getting roped into working at a skating rink, that's where this toon would make an appearance, but alas, the studio went to hell long before any script could even be typed. Savanna shook her head, the memories could wait. She decided to boldly approach the toon.
"Hello there" she waved, this cased the being to jump back in surprise, this close she could see just how off he looked, he had some halo like thing lodged behind his neck, his mouth was stitched open in a permanent smile, and a few of his limbs were replaced with piping, sturdily stitched into the Inky flesh. She recalled a lost one referring to this monstrous toon as a 'Stitcher' though she'd never met one face to face.
She was half expecting it to attack her but instead it backed away, odd behavior for a mindless clone.
Unless she was facing the original.
This thought alone made her blink in surprise, if this was an original with a mind still in tact, then perhaps she could assist it, maybe she could find others.
Maybe she could keep them safe just like Sammy used to keep lost ones and searchers safe.
Boldly she held out a hand. "Don't be afraid, dear. I'm not any danger to you." She tried her best to keep her voice sweet, though the distortion was clear enough. Stitcher looked confused, making a whining noise.
"You've actually wandered in at a good time, you see I'm trying to reestablish a sanctuary of sorts... you're welcome to stay if you wish." She smiled. The Stitcher didn't seem to Agree, but didn't walk away either, so savanna simply turned her back and began to work on cleaning up again. At some point it must have stepped inside, it stood near a corner but she expected as much, corners are safe, only one direction you can be attacked from.
"Do you have any allies here, sweetheart?" She innocently asked, in reality she was hoping maybe he'd like it here enough he'd bring some of his, hopefully, sentient friends. If she could start a subtle rumor of a safe place maybe it wouldn't be so deathly silent here. She got a gargled noise in response. She wasn't sure what to take it ass exactly. So she shrugged. "Well if you know anyone who'd like a relatively calm place to visit you're welcome to bring them." She looked back and smiled, Stitched nodded slowly, for a moment that smile seemed more genuine.
Time passed. The band room was cleaned up as well as it could be, she couldn't do much about the ink stains when she herself was only going to leave more. At some point the Stitcher stepped out. But she assumed he would return at some point, until them she'd work on cleaning up the rest of the music department.
She didn't have and 'savior' to give her hope, she had to make that herself... though unfortunately she was lacking in that department. But she was never someone to just stand idly by while the world dies. She would make some sort of safe haven from the demon, on her own. She wouldn't rely on a failed prophet, she wondered if maybe she would inspire others to stand up for themselves... but even that was wishful thinking. She knew this was all up to chance, the ink demon could waltz in and destroy everything in moments... but she didn't care. Even if this sanctuary was a futile effort, if in the end she could insert herself into the scene and make herself a beacon of safety.... well perhaps she was dreaming to big...
And dreams like those hardly ever ended well.