《Angels Can Be Bad Too (Bendy X Alice fan fiction)》Chapter 7
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Bendy looked around the basement. "Sammy?" He called. There was no answer. He shrugged and walked away. He nearly walked into Alice. "Oh Bendy! Hey, Sammy has died.. erm.." she blurted out. Bendy felt a piece of his heart shatter, well what wasn't covered in ice. He shook his head and pushed her out of the way.
He slammed the door to his room. "I bent over backwards for Joey. He treats me like crap! Now Sammy....wait...the blast.. did I kill him? No.. I couldn't have.." He pased around, worried. He felt more of his ink start to drip, his horns becoming pointer. "I can't lose it again." Bendy told himself, but to no use. The ink driped and driped.
Drip....
Drip.....
Drip....
Drip....
Drip...
BOOM!
Bendy was now the ink monster he feared himself to be. Trapped inside his own mind. 'Don't go dark he told himself. 'Go dark?' He asked himself. His world spun. He was getting too dizzy to think straight. "No!" He called out "NO!" He yelled. "Bendy?" Henry asked, mocking on the door. Bendy flinches as the light from candles came upon him. Henry dropped the mop he carried. He staired in horror at the thing Bendy had become. "What? You don't like me anymore?" Bendy asked, laughing to himself. Henry backed away.
Bendy lost control.
He went dark.
He attacked Henry.
He nearly killed him. If it weren't for Aaron.
Aaron took the punch, his own ink melting into Bendy's attack. Aaron hissed and attacked him. Bendy sliced Aaron's stomach, to which he gaged, threw up the ink and backed away, disappearing into a puddle of ink.
/// AND THREE UPDATES! I AM REALLY TIRED...
// I'm going to bed... night
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