chapter two of the fanfiction didn't post?? I'm kind of sad?? Chapter come back, please?? I Don't wanna rewrite or change titles??????? Uh, Wattpad kinda lame. Anyways, Benrey chapter,
Benrey sat still, he was unsure of where he was right now. I mean, he had an idea but he wasn't really 100% sure. A few, hours? Ago he was about to talk to Tommy, but when he opened his mouth to speak Tommy had disappeared. He felt a tap on his shoulder and when he turned around he was, well, he was moved to a new world? It was weird. What was worse about this was that there was absolutely nothing to do. No source of entertainment apart from maybe morphing his own body or something. He couldn't do that though, it felt uncomfortable and was actually kind of draining, he didn't need to be tired and bored. He could have sworn he heard screaming and every once in a while he'd feel something drip from his eyes. It wasn't tears, it looked kind of like ink. It hurt a LOT, he hated it. He actually started feeling kind of bad now. It was quiet, no sounds, nothing. He looked around and decided to try and find a way to escape. He was pretty good at planning actually, but right now he had no ideas, he needed to get out of here soon. After a few hours of searching and hitting at the ground, he finally gave up. He sat down and closed his eyes, he wished that there would be some sort of noise. He sighed and started fidgeting with his hands and nails, successfully ripping off the nail on both his middle fingers. He felt it again, the weird ink. It fell from his eyes and he shut them tight, the burning growing stronger as he screamed in pain. Something new was happening though, he felt an aching in his back and he felt his lungs getting filled with a thick boiling liquid. He coughed and wheezed as he vomited blood & ink, tears, and sweat mixed with the ink and he felt his body tearing. The pain started growing more and more unbearable. He felt the skin on his back tearing as he started feeling sick. He kept vomiting and bleeding and crying and that made him feel even worse. Sure, nobody could see him right now but that was just humiliation on top of pain either way. He didn't like this, he needed it to stop. His head was ripping as well, it felt like his body was on fire as he screamed louder and scratched at the floor so hard that his nails broke off. Wonderful, more pain. He cried and screamed so badly that he couldn't even make a sound anymore. His eyes rolled backward in his head and he fell back, hard. Benrey's eyes opened slowly, a bit of pain on his back and head but nothing too bad. His hands and face felt kind of warm as well. He got up and looked at the scene in front of him remembering everything that happened. He cringed back and started walking away from the scene, it was disgusting. He looked down at his hands, they were.. covered in ink? He tried wiping them off but the ink stayed there, he shook and flapped his hands, trying everything to get the ink off, and finally, it started to drip off. He disliked the weird ink's feel, warm and itchy. It felt sick, he felt sick. Not sick enough to vomit though, god the vomit felt terrible. He, thankfully, was out of whatever the fuck that was now. No more vomit, vomit baaad. Made him feel bad. It made him feel like how that guy that got caught in one of those spinny rubber-looking things at a car wash felt. Spinning, dizzy, bad feelings. Not a good feeling at fucking all. Like eating too much pasta and realizing you are allergic to pasta all while burning alive and being cold as fuck at the same time. He was still in the weird empty place, don't get him wrong he hated the vomity episode but at least there was noise. Distraction from the empty & lonely. God he wished he could bug Freeman or talk to Tommy or something. He heard a noise in the empty, which surprised the fuck out of him. He could make out a few words being said, "I- uh, G-get the hell away from me!" It sounded familiar. He smiled, fuck yeah, maybe a chance to get out of wherever the hell that place was. He ran, ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Occasionally almost falling, but Jesus fuck he needed to get to that voice. "Mnhh, It... seems like something has.... gone wrong..." The voice pierced the small silence. It was so clear, it sounded like it was right behind him. He whipped around, falling on his ass in the process. There was nothing there, he didn't dwell on it though, he got up and kept running towards the familiar voice. He saw a small light, like, like it was daytime there. Daytime light, hell yeah. He ran and saw an opening in the darkness. Holy shit the opening was huge, how had he missed that before? He jumped through it and landed on top of somebody. He heard a sharp crack noise and felt something weird on his leg. Oh damn, it was blood. Ah shit, he might have accidentally killed someone- wait no, they were probably already dead. He doubted he could kill someone just by landing on them like that. He got up and saw, oh shit, Darnold? Wow, he almost didn't recognize him. But that wasn't all, there was something else, something that concerned him WAY more than whatever the fuck Darnold looked like now. The, the ink he had on him, it was there in that room. It was piled kinda, like a sort of ink ghost thing. It looked fucking stupid actually, what the fuck even was it. He stared at it for a while, what the hell was going on!? He reached out his hand instinctively, as soon as he touched it melted away. Nothing but a steamy ink puddle. Or so he thought, he was about to greet Darnold when the ink suddenly jumped at him, covering him completely. He felt himself grow weaker and weaker as the weird ink started to control him. He fucked up big time.
Coomer was sure he'd heard a scream somewhere. It sounded kind of like Tommy. Honestly, it was great he'd heard Tommy, he was the most important part in ending this entire thing. Tommy was, well, he himself wasn't that powerful but his dad was. Locate Tommy, locate his dad. And that's how he'd end this hell. Christ was this going to be hard as shit. He was happy he was able to breathe again though, unaware of time passing but being able to count his breaths as a sort of measurement was good enough. He sighed as he sort of swam through wherever he was. He kept wishing that Tommy would make more noise, then he'd be able to find him faster. Try n save everyone faster, he'd probably need more help though. As much help as he could get, which at the moment was not a lot, not even remotely close to enough. His arms had grown tired now, he could still breathe but the breaths were caught in his throat... what was happening? He'd just escaped, what now? He struggled to let out a sigh but still managed as he tried to move towards the direction of Tommy's scream. It had sounded so long ago, he wasn't even sure if this was the correct direction anymore. He continued tiredly moving towards the direction but with every step more 'what if's' popped into his head, what if this was the completely wrong direction? What if Tommy had moved? What if he had just imagined it? What if it was no longer there? What if he was wasting his time?? He had to try though, he needed to, he knew the most about this situation. Something had to be done and he had to work quickly, with only a distant memory of the sound he had to carry on, I mean, at least it was something. A few more long tiring Hours(?) had passed, he had lost count of his breaths and started back,2880, 2881, 2882, he kept counting every last one. He'd decided that every 960'th breath was an hour, but he still wasn't really sure, plus sometimes he'd breathe fast and other times very very slow, so it wasn't exactly the best method of knowing how much time had passed. 2885, 2886, 288- "WAIT-" The noise pierced through the silence and almost made him lose track of the breaths, it was Tommy! He was headed in the correct direction! He moved as fast as he could towards the noise, a feeling of warmth started getting stronger as he felt himself reach closer & closer to the voice. Like hot and cold!! Wonderful game! He swam until the warmth was uncomfortable as hell, he felt like he was drowning now. He opened his mouth and saw air bubbles come out as he started to slowly choke. Shit- shit shit shit what the fuck did he just do!? He felt his vision go blurry, wow, what a not-so-wonderful twist to the game of hot and cold. He scratched at what he thought was the ground, fingernails ripping off and leaving small stains of blood. After a while he made a small hole, he heard a confused yelp and the sound of water splashing. He dug what was left of his nails into the ground and ripped it open with all his might, the water fell through fast as fuck and he was brought along with it. He hit the ground with a loud crash and felt someone grab and drag him away from wherever he was. The person, who he assumed was Tommy, set him down on a couch of some sort. He took long breaths again, grateful for having the privilege of breathing normally again. He was so caught up in his relief he failed to realize that the water had stopped, or that his good friend Tommy was shouting out to him distressed. He'll notice soon enough though, good things can always be ruined in some way!
This whole story is supposed to be one big joke but Jesus Christ I think I actually fucking hate this chapter hdashdhd ALSO GUESS WHO FORGOT TO UPLOAD THE FUCKING CHAPTER AGAIN
