Creature From The Inky Core (BATIM)

Chapter 3

I’m outside of the studio somehow. Wasn’t I dead just now? That shit was not a nightmare, I’m pretty damn sure about that. I looked around; everything was the same as though I never entered at all. Even the same people passed by as I stood there like a statue. I was standing, but how? Just a few minutes ago I was passing out due to blood loss, two missing organs, and my spine being ripped out of place, how the actual fuck am I standing? I stared at the building with the thought that I could just walk away and pretend nothing happened. Maybe I could find a priest on my way home and live in a church for the rest of my sinful life. I closed my eyes, turned around, and started walking. I didn’t even think about turning back until I heard something that gave me goosebumps, a little girl’s scream. I immediately turned around, it sounded like it came from the studio. I slowly walked back; the door was open. There was no way that a little girl went into the studio, right? I arrived at the open door and waited. Ten minutes passed, and nothing seemed to be going on beyond that open door. I carefully closed it, but before I could make my first step, I heard the scream again. This time I didn’t think twice and almost broke the door of the hinge when I ran inside. The walls were dripping in ink and I was again stepping in a puddle of it. I took three or four steps and started yelling.

“Is anyone there?”

No one responded, so I continued taking small steps. The ink underneath my shoes kept creeping up on me and by now, it was covering my entire shoe. Suddenly, the door slammed shut and the floor started to shake. I quickly searched for something to hold on to, but to my dismay there was absolutely nothing, how convenient. The floor continued to shake, this time I could barely stand, until it stopped. There was a deadly silence. Maybe if I jumped, I could reach the door and get out of this hell hole. Then I thought about why I was there in the first place, the little girl. Should I try to escape or should I find her first? Before I could answer that question, I felt the floor cracking just below my feet. Fuck. I tried to run, but the ink was holding on to me and because of that, instead of you know, moving, I fell straight to the floor. That’s when the floor collapsed and I thought I was falling to the gates of Hell itself. When I did finally land, I landed in a pool of ink. Wasn’t the best cushion but It did break my fall. I look up and see the massive hole left upstairs. I then hear the scream again and start to follow it. After walking for a few minutes, a stumbled on a can. It was a bacon soup can, great for if I’m about to die. At least then I won’t die on an empty stomach. The difference about walking the hallways this time around was that I could actually see because the lights were on. Thanks to the light, I could see some shadows coming from behind a wall and hided. I was close enough to hear the voices on the other side.

“So, you just came in here, because the door was open?”

“Yeah I did!”

“Really now?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re not scared?”

“Nope. You don’t look scary.”

“Then why were you screaming?”

“I saw a spider.”

“Sorry to interrupt this childish conversation, my lord, but what exactly
do we do with the child?”

The creature turned around. Dammit, I think it saw me.

“Use her like bait. We’ll think about what to do with her later. Right now, we have company.”

Never mind, it definitely saw me. I then felt the ink below me grab my foot and it started pulling me down the hallway where the creature was. I was dead meat now. The ink gripped me and held me in front of the creature.

“So, you came back? Just for the child I assume. Don’t worry she’s in good hands Henry. I LOVE children after all.”

Love to see them dead maybe. Now he held a knife against my throat.

“Ready to die again?”

“Um, my lord?”

“Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?”

“Yes, my lord, but uh the child, she’s gone”

He looks at me then facepalms.

“You’re telling me she got away?”

“Unfortunately, yes, my lord.”

“Alright, let me just kill him first and then we go look for her. She couldn’t have gone so far. And when we find her, put her on a leash will you?”

“As you command, my lord.”

The beast looks back at me.

“Okay, where was I? Oh right, I was going to slit your throat.”

Well, he was going to until a howl was heard.
“Remember me Bendy?”

“Greetings Boris.”

“How about you let the guy go? You don’t really get anything for killing him you know.”

“What do you have something for me?”

The wolf pulls out a cassette tape.

“You want this right? Let him go and I’ll give it to you.”

I immediately fall face first to the floor. At least I wasn’t dead this time. The beast then rips the cassette tape right out of the wolf’s hands.

“Thanks for your donation, Boris. You can leave now. I won’t kill you, for now.”

He and his companion then vanish in the ink.

“What exactly did you give to him?”

“Just an old clip you and Joey made.”

“Is that what he wanted?”

“Nope. Just a distraction. He does want the tapes, but he’s looking for one that if someone plays it, he’ll cease to exist. He just wants to destroy it, but I don’t know where it is.”

“That means he’s going to come back?’
“Probably. I find the tapes and give them to him. That’s the only reason I’m still alive.”

“Can’t his companion do it?”

“He can’t touch the tapes with his corrupted soul, they’ll just erase his memory and Bendy would look for them himself but he usually gets distracted. He doesn’t have a soul so he can hold them. I’m the only one other than Bendy himself that can hold them.”

“Lose his memory?”

“Yeah, for Bendy it was useful the first time, but maybe not so much another time. Too much work for him.”
“I guess so. What do we do about the kid?”

“We’ll just have to find her first.”

Now we have to find a kid in a studio plagued with ink, death, Bendy wanting to kill you, his companion wanting to kill you, and God knows what else. Sounds easy to me.