BATIM ~Striker and female reader~ REMAKE

Ch.13

(Y/N) Pov: 

I groaned in pain as I slowly woke up, after getting knocked out by that crazy ink covered man for the second time. 

I tried moving my hand to rub my head in pain, where I was hit with the wooden handle of the axe, but found that I couldn’t. 

Confused, I looked around. 

My arms were bound, having been tied to a throne-like chair in the center of a circular room. Looking around, I could see multiple screens with projectors playing clips from the old Bendy Cartoon. 

Some of them were about Bendy, but two of them I could see were about the Butcher Gang. 

Watching the first clip, I could see Edgar and Barley arguing, Charley sitting on a stool and talking to Bendy. Barley looked shocked, then grabbed a pie from the counter and tried hitting Edgar with it. The spider managed to avoid the pie by ducking under it, the thing hitting Charley in the face instead. 

The second clip had Charley holding a bottle with a miniture Bendy inside of it. Charley shook the bottle before holding it up, nearly hitting Barley in the head with it as Edgar laughed at the situation Bendy was in. 

I smiled slightly, seeing how the three gang members got along...most of the time…

My eyes snapped open, hearing the sound of someone chuckling behind me. 

I was unable to turn around to see who it was, since they were behind me. 

“Whos’ there? Come out you mother fucker” I said, growling in anger as I tried turning my head to the right to see who it was. 

“Ouch, such a hurtful insult. My lord would not appreciate being called that, if he were here, which he will be soon” said Sammy Lawrence, walking around the chair from my left. 

“Deal with it. Why are you doing this anyway? Just so your lord can set you free? How do you know he’ll actually stay true to his word?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I glared at the ink covered man. 

Sammy chuckled, his arms behind his back. 

“He will. I’m his most devoted follower. I’ve sacrificed many people to please him, but alas, it wasn’t enough. But you! You’re the perfect sacrifice for my lord. I believe he spared you because he wishes the sacrifice to take place here, in his layer” said Sammy, turning around and looking up at one of the screens. 

I stayed silent, glaring at the man. 

He was delusional. 

I sighed. 

I might have to convince him somehow. 

“Ok. You said the Ink Demon would stay true to his word, about letting you leave the studio, correct?” I asked. 

“Of course!” said Sammy, smiling behind his mask as he turned around to look at me. 

I nodded in understanding. 

“Uh-huh. I see. But how do you know he’s not lying? He doesn’t actually speak, does he?” I inquired. 

Sammy frowned, crossing his arms. 

“Well...no, but-” he started saying, but I interrupted. 

“So how do you REALLY know he’ll set you free, huh?” I asked, glaring. 

“Twisted Alice translated for me…” said Sammy, glancing off to the side. 

I sighed, shaking my head in disappointment.