Chapter 2
The darkness that surrounded me seemed to suffocate me until I fainted. Or at least, I think I fainted because honestly at this point, I could’ve been dead and then somehow brought back to life. Nothing made any sense. For a few minutes or maybe hours, I was unconscious in that hallway. I only managed to wake up when I heard a few distinct voices.
“What should we do with him, my lord?”
“Well, I could just kill him right now, but that wouldn’t be any fun will it? I’m not just going to murder someone and that’s it. Besides, he’s human. Humans are fascinating because they’re not made of ink. They have bones you can break, vital organs you can play around with, and blood you can paint anything with! Hell, if I get bored, I could always play soccer with his head, do the limbo with his spine, or jump rope with his veins.”
“Before you can do any of that, you do have to kill him first, my lord.”
“Yeah I do. My faithful companion, would you mind getting me the knife we used with the others?”
“Of course not, my lord.”
That’s when I was truly awake and I realized that I was face down against the floor. I try to get up, but something was holding me down. If I have to describe it then I’ll say that inky tentacles pushed my face against the floor like chains and ropes. If I’m being honest, I actually desired death at this moment. I mean, how, in the name of all the saints, was I supposed to sleep after seeing and feeling the reincarnation of all my fucking fears holding me down while voices are discussing how they’re going to use my body parts after they probably open me like a fucking pig. The people or animals or things came back from the depths of Hell.
“Alright my faithful companion, do you think I can use his spine to hold a balloon? I ran out string when I tied up the last one. Normally I’d just take the string back, but I tied it so hard that the string became a part of their skin. Whoops!”
“I think you can, my lord.”
“Usually I’d let you do this, but right now I feel like stabbing someone. You don’t mind right?”
“Of course not, my lord. Do as you please.”
“Good, now that we have that even. Let’s not waste any more time, I’m getting bored.”
Whatever the fuck that familiar sounding thing was, stabbed me in the back and very VERY slowly starts cutting down my back. When he finally reaches my tailbone, he does the same thing on the other side of my back, this time even more fucking slow. After that’s done, he cuts near my neck and again at my tailbone. He then ripped out the piece he had gently carved with his claw like hands. I thought it was over, why did I think that shit was over? I then feel his cold claws sink into my back and literally tear my spine out of my back. I wasn’t dead yet because the creature had been thoughtful enough to leave my spinal cords intact. He then put my spine on my back, besides the hole he had made, and started poking my organs. The poking stops and so does my heart. I then feel the same ice-cold claws reach in for my lungs and after a firm grip, he pulls them out like if they were ripe apples in a tree. I was basically drowning in my own blood by now and suffocating with the tentacles, my lost lung, and the bloody floor. If I could speak, I would’ve told him to rip out the other one so I could just die already. He had other plans though, and decided to grab one of my kidneys instead. This time he leaned in and told me something.
“How does it feel like to be dismembered Henry? How does it feel having your soul ripped piece by piece from your body? Oh, wait, you can’t speak with that ink in your mouth. Too bad.”
No matter how loud I tried to scream, all that came out was a silent whisper. He grabbed my spine once more and, from what I could hear, started cutting a slit down the whole bone. He slowly removed my spine and left me with just my spinal cords dangling from my head to my non-existent tailbone. I then felt what was left of my body being lifted and placed in a sitting position. As my vision grew more and more blurry, I could make out a silhouette of a cartoon that I had once loved, holding a balloon with my spine being in place of the string.
“Going to sleep so soon, Henry?”
That was the last thing I heard before I bleed out. This time I was actually dead, right?
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Creature From The Inky Core (BATIM)
HorrorA Story Me and my Step sis made to Together. This is a Bendy fanfiction that has a focus on being funny and obviously a little dark. Be prepared to laugh and read some very twisted deaths. How many times will Henry die? Only the who keeps at it will...
