The Beast Made of Ink

Chapter 21: Sammy's Mistakes (Part 3)

-Sammy's P.O.V.-

We did it.

We had finally did it.

I watched as the small and familiar creature in front of me begun rubbing his inky pie-cut eyes, a small groan escaping his lips as his ink continued to solidify. The sight was horrifying to say the least. A three dimensional cartoon character that looks nothing like a human.

"He's coming to! Sammy, grab the rope!" Joey's command made me stop mid thought as I ran over to grab the rope, when I returned, I found the little ink being to be staring at the both of us, as if examining us.

I could feel my face scrunch up due to how uncomfortable I felt. I wouldn't be shocked if Joey was doing the same.

After a few more seconds of silent awkwardness, Joey spoke.

"You... What is your name?" He asked the literal ink demon, and this seemed to make him think. A minute later, the being responded to Joey's question in rich latin.

"Quia non habent nomen." If I was uncomfortable before, well... It's nothing compared to how uncomfortable I feel now. He's just so... Unnatural. Sinful. Gven, it's not his fault that he came to life and instead is that bastard Joey Drew's fault, but still.

"Quid enim mali est apud facies tua?" I could feel pity swell for him as I knew what would happen next.

"Seems like the summoning didn't work. We'll have to try again another time. For now just tie up the thing." Joey told me, I nodded then began my approach.

After some exquisite knotting skills and a few tugs, I had successfully bound the little creature together.

Once done, me and Joey left.

After the awkward one sided conversation, the pitiful creature didn't speak at all. Imagine my shock when six days later, a cheery and cartoon like voice had escaped from his mouth.

"Why do you both look scared?" He asked both me and Mr. Drew. My eyes shot out of my sockets with shock at hearing him speak english, and after tossing the tray of his food across the room, I got the fuck away. That psycho Joey can handle this one, because i'm outta here!

Speaking of "I'm outta here!", there's Wally right now.

I waved hi to the familiar repairman as I continued to run down the hall till I reached my music room, locking the door with a satisfying sigh.

On auto-mode, I walked my way over to my piano and began playing, mind abuzz with questions.

Why can he talk? How did he learn english so quickly? How is he able to be alive? Why did Joey create him? What does Joey plan on doing with him? What does Joey planning on doing to him? Will he...

I hit the wrong piano key, which in turn immediately snapped my mind out of it.

Knowing Joey... He'll kill him. Meaning that little ink monster is just as much of Joey's victim as I.

Maybe... Maybe I should be nicer to him.

It had been 11 days since his birth, and at the moment, I was showing the little devil darlin' look alike one of his comic books. He seemed really interested in it!

"Bendy?" He asked with a quizzical expression, making me laugh in response as I held it closer to his face.

"Yup! You're Bendy the Dancin' Demon!" I exclaimed cheerfully, only for my expression to twist into a frown. "Well... At least you were supposed to be..." I expressed solemnly when I remembered that Joey will kill him because of his imperfections.

I felt like shit, knowing that he would die because he isn't perfect... That's just wrong.

"What's wrong?" He suddenly asked me.

"What a little sweetheart, checking in on me like that" I thought to myself with a sigh. I might as well just tell him Joey's plans, right? What harm could it do considering he's practically already dead.

"Well it's just that... You're supposed to be just like Bendy, and... You're not."

He cocked his head to my left.

"Like Bendy from the comics?" He asked, making me nod my head once as I spoke next. "Yeah. That's why Mr. Drew is gonna be getting rid of you in 20 days from now. A reverse ritual or something."

His eyes shot out of his head just like a cartoon character. It would've elicited a little laugh from me in any other situation, but I just felt so guilty, so... dirty. He wasn't like us, he was so much better than us! Just look at Joey's sins compared to a literal demon! Compared to Joey, this little guy could easily be considered a god.

It was the day before his reverse ritual, and I had a tray of the demon boy's food in my hands. When I arrived at the door, I could hear Joey stuttering. Curious as to what could make a guy like him stutter, I opened the door.

"How ya' doin' this fine mornin'?" The demon asked me as he made a little hat made of ink pop out of his head from nowhere. He took it off and held it to his chest like a greeting, giving a little bow as he did so. He made the hat disappear right afterwards.

My jaw dropped as my eyes bulged.

"Joey! I-it's Bendy!"

.........

And I believe that is where my infatuation for the little ink demon started. He was able to overcome all of the obstacles that was set up along his paths with ease. He was powerful, cunning, intelligent, and an overall completely psychotic individual. He kills ruthlessly, destroys ruthlessly, and takes ruthlessly. A small part of me had always wanted to be like that. Ever since my parents deaths... Something inside me had changed. Something that was not good, something that I had tried to desperately ignore, but after all these years...

I couldn't ignore it anymore. I couldn't ignore my need to spill blood.

And with the failing of Boris's ritual, that was all that it took for me to make my final push onto the other side of the coin.

For many many years after I had become an ink monster, I desperately wanted to be freed from my said prison. I desperately wanted to be free again so I could slaughter on my own. However, after 90 some years, I had made a very simple realization.

Home is where the heart is. Despite me desiring my freedom, ink is where my God is, and I am covered in the said substance, I am coated in the said substance, I have BECOME the said substance. Why would I want to leave?

Insanity and sanity may just be two sides of the same coin, but even so, both sides look so much different from one another. If insanity was such an easy push to fall into, then how hard would it be to regain your sanity, regain your hope?

This... I wasn't sure if I wanted to find this out. The pain was so bad by the push alone, and all the obstacles that I had to go through till I reached the bottom were absolutely agonizing. In order to get out of the hole, I would need to confront all those said obstacles once again. In order to flip back to sane, i'd have to torture myself.

Why not take relish in what I already have?

You know, Joey really was right.

I should just embrace the sane feeling of being insane.