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Dripping in darkness, a cloaked figure rushed through the studio, golden eyes flaming through the eclipse of her curled black hair. Not that she needed to rush necessarily. But Audrey knew what happened when she was slow with her tasks- the demon became impatient. And when he became impatient his anger rose until carnage was the only route that could bring him closure to wrath and every ink creature of ink learned to fear Bendy again. Fully. The regular amount of adrenaline he could send into each soul hadn't changed. They had also learned to fear the cloaked beings stalking the halls, because they knew the ink demon pulled at their minds until common sense and instinct fled, leaving Bendy to be the only one they could think of.
As far as Audrey was aware she was perfectly in control of her own thoughts, she just chose to join the demon in his quest to drag back the employees who managed to escape the studio. If she had to live in her former workplace as a monster why shouldn't they?
This wasn't her train of thought. She needed them all back, yes. To free them. Change them back to who they were before Joey corrupted them. The woman just needed to keep her mind faster than Bendy's. Still, no other ink creature knew this. So they fled her and stared down the hallway in fearful awe with eyes of gold and black and pie orbs and human irises. Their fleeing made her faster.
If possible, the throne room was even darker then the halls. Doors opened hesitantly and closed sternly with their sound being the only company Audrey had in the darkness before her eyes adjusted. Glowing gold matching the candles lining every hall ominously, the only difference being they bore more of a dark orange.
Pairs of eyes snapped to Audrey as she passed by quietly. Eyes alit as brightly as hers in the shadows hoods cast. They were judging like a statue judges a passing person or be in a garden. Wondering. Suspicious. Something about Audrey always lingered behind. She was more than her careful words and reserved nature. Then again weren't they all? They each had to watch themselves around their lord almost more than they should've kept an eye on how much of a threat Bendy himself posed.
Halls passed quickly until the core of the true ink machine was revealed. Where Bendy used to be trapped and now sat upon his throne basking in the sunlight that drifted all the way down from the first floor and above. Not even the ink demon could fully have it. But he had the most of it. Dark ink shone and glittered through gentle rays he didn't deserve. One clawed glove supported a smirking face up while a tail aimlessly curled and whipped towards the enveloping shadows around him where the sun rays ended. Occasionally the spaded tail whipped dangerously close to the inky being beside the throne, though he was not surprised and seemed to be completely still.
The man was too trusting and Audrey knew it. It also made him very brave, even if he acted as if no danger was present. He put so much faith in Bendy he allowed the demon to place a mask before his sight so he couldn't see... until he couldn't see without the mask. Sammy had remained Bendy's favorite- the hood dripping over his mask and around his form was unscathed and curled with small marks of gold ink similar to the spiral on Audrey's inky hand. Bendy didn't risk Sammy often. And when he did it was with what he trusted the prophet alone with. It would've been far harder to gain of all the souls that previously escaped the studio without Sammy by his side. And Sammy was beyond proud to wear his mask and his cloak, standing right beside the most dangerous creature he knew.
For now Bendy had his eyes hidden under the ink pinned on Audrey as she stepped forward and held out a heart to him. The ink demon watched and considered in approval before pushing his lanky frame up and slinking to the base of the throne. Sammy viewed gloved claws take the heart and hold it above parted fangs, squeezing and wringing the ink into his mouth. A long forked tongue curled up to catch droplets before the heart just felt cold in his palm and he dropped the sagging flesh to the side in front of his projectors. A withered heart which matched the one in his bony chest.
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Batim Oneshots/Short Stories
Fanfiction"And in its own this creature only he could witness was... Bendy. With that same flat grin that could mean so many things, things Sammy craved to understand. The same grin HIS Bendy would sometimes flash, and even flaunt before he began to love Samm...
