《Blood and Ink》Rise and fall: Part 1
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Henry yawned as he sat up from his nap. He looked to his left to see Bendy was already up since he wasn't asleep in his hammock anymore. He heard a clarinet playing and someone tap dancing. He got up, left the room, and walked into the main area to see Boris playing music and tapping his foot to the rhythm while Bendy tap-danced like a pro.
"Haha, looks like somebody's got a lot of energy now," Henry said.
Boris stopped the music and waved hello.
"Morning dad. Also yeah, I feel a lot better, now that I got some sleep," Bendy answered.
"Well, we still have to find another way out, so let's get some stuff before we get going."
Boris then grabbed something from behind him, a satchel to be more exact, and handed it to Bendy. Bendy smiled and put it on.
"Snazzy. I like it," Bendy said before turning to Boris, "thanks pal," he looked at Henry, "I'll grab what we need."
Then they heard something a low rumble/growl. They looked at the source. Boris's stomach. Bendy looked to the side, seeing the lever missing, then knew what was going on.
"Boris," he said, getting the wolf's attention, "are you hungry?"
The cartoon wolf nodded.
"Alright then," Henry said, "let's see what I can whip up-"
"Hold it, hold it," Bendy interrupted, "I'll handle that," and just like that, he went around, grabbed some bacon soup cans, put 'em in the pot, and like that, presto, bacon soup!
Boris handed over the lever and while he ate his soup, Bendy opened the safe house door. Boris finished his soup and stood up. Soon enough, Bendy, Henry, and Boris were ready to leave the safe house.
"Hold up," Bendy said before he went back in.
Henry and Boris waited for a few minutes and Bendy came out. Henry looked over and saw Bendy's face. He cleaned away the ink covering his left eye to reveal a cartoon, pie-cut eye. He had a genuine smile on his face.
"Let's get going," he said. Henry smiled as he nodded.
"C'mon Boris," Henry said.
The three walked until they saw a dark room up ahead.
"Looks like it's really dark up ahead. Let's find some light," Henry said.
"Found some," Bendy said, holding an old flashlight.
He handed Henry the flashlight and they walked through the mechanical hallway. Henry stopped when he heard some knocking from one of the walls.
"Did you hear that?" He asked the other two.
Bendy and Boris shrugged.
"I didn't hear anything."
"Yeah, me neither."
They continued until they reached a door, a locked one.
"Another dead end. I don't see any other way through. You got any ideas Boris?"
Boris nodded and gestured Henry to give him the light. Henry forked out over and Boris opened up an air vent and crawled through. Henry and Bendy waited for a few seconds until the door in front of them opened. They saw an intersection.
"Split up?" Bendy assumed.
"No, we shouldn't stretch ourselves too thin," Henry replied, "we'll take one side together."
So they took the right hall, only to find both paths connected to...
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"Wow," was the only words that escaped Henry and Bendy's lips as they looked at the towering marvel known as Heavenly Toys.
"I don't remember seeing anything like this."
"I almost forgot that things this beautiful are still here."
Bendy didn't lie. It was beautiful, awe-inspiring, a marvel, it was incredible. Bendy felt safe. He felt as if nothing except Henry and him were there, that nothing would harm him, that he was back with them. He then heard singing, and so did Henry.
"Singing," Bendy said to himself, "it's so familiar."
Henry and Bendy continued their walk and ended up at a... Blocked... Door...
"How many are there in this place?" He said to himself before he heard a switch or lever. He looked behind him to see Henry walking from around the corner.
"Found the power."
Bendy then looked at the belt wheels. There were plushies stuck in them.
How? Bendy thought.
The two got out the plushies and soon got the door open. They walked into a room with... Alice Angel merchandise?
"Alice?" Bendy said.
Just as he said that, the lights in the room turned off. The small televisions turned on before giggles could be heard. Soon enough it turned into singing. Alice's singing.
"A-Alice!" Bendy exclaimed, ready to run over to the window.
"Bendy, wait," Henry said in a whisper, "step away from that window."
"What, why?"
"The floor."
Bendy looked down to see an ink splatter, as if it were a blood spill. Something literally died here. And Henry was right, because then, a terrifying woman appeared out of nowhere.
"I'M ALICE ANGEL!!!"
Bendy and Henry were startled and bumped into each other. They fell on their back at the same time the lady broke the window causing all the lights to black out.
"I see you there. A new fly in my endless web. Come along now, let's see if you're worthy to walk with angels."
The lights turned back on letting Henry and Bendy see the damage. The Alice Angel merchandise was gone and the window was shattered open. They were definitely messing with something they shouldn't.
"Henry, are you alright?"
"Y-yeah, I'm good."
Bendy gave Henry a hand and lifted him up.
"Come on, let's keep moving. I don't wanna stay here," Bendy said.
As they started to walk, they came across an intersection. Two paths, The Demon and The Angel.
"I'll take The Angel," Bendy said.
"Then I've got The Demon," Henry replied.
Henry went to "The Demon" room while Bendy went for "The Angel", but right as Henry entered the room the room to The Angel closed up behind Bendy. Henry ran back and tried to help Bendy open the door.
"Dad, just keep going, I'll try to find a way back over to you!" Bendy called out.
"Alright, stay safe, okay?" Henry replied.
"Don't worry, I will," Bendy answered.
Bendy decided to look around and came across another cassette tape, so he thought "why not?".
"Everything feels like it's coming apart. When I walked to the recording booth today, Sammy was there with that... Allison. Apparently, I didn't get the memo. Alice Angel will now be voiced by, "Ms. Allison Pendle". A part of me died when he said that. There's gotta be a way to fix this!"
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"Yeesh, poor Susie," Bendy said to himself.
He knew Susie had a hard time ever since Allison showed up, but she had to understand she couldn't hog the spotlight forever. Unfortunately, she didn't understand. Oh well, what happens, happens, and it ain't your business to take care of it.
With Henry, he... Well, he was worried sick. He's not sure if Bendy would be okay on his own. He's seen that Bendy could protect himself, but it still wasn't a great idea. He saw a cassette tape, so he played it, hoping that he would get his mind off of that for a bit.
"There's nothing wrong with dreaming. Wishing for the impossible is just human nature. That's how I started out, just a pencil and a dream. They say: you just have to believe. Believing can make you rich, belief can make you powerful, why, with enough belief, you can cheat death itself. Now that is a beautiful, and positively silly thought."
"Still the same, aren't you, old friend?" He said to the recording. He dismissed the presence of the tape.
He continued walking until he reached a hallway.
"Maybe he found a way out," he said to himself.
(Isn't perfect timing just grand?)
He got his answer as a blot of ink somehow magically appeared on the wall and out tumbled Bendy.
"Well, I'm glad to know that still works," Bendy said.
"Bendy!" Henry said happily as he hugged Bendy, "how did you do that?"
Bendy looked behind him and shrugged, "I just focused on where I wanted to be," he smiled, "and that was with you dad."
Henry smiled and patted Bendy's head and they both continued walking. They eventually got to a door, but once they got through, another cutout greeted them. Bendy was already getting nuke warm from seeing these things everywhere. They continued and saw Boris next to the, said, Bendy cutout.
"Boris! You scared me half to death," he lied, "I don't suppose you found anything we can use to defend ourselves with?"
Boris handed him a gent pipe. Henry examined it and nodded.
"This will do," He said. They entered the door and saw a huge one, "looks like to open this door, we'll need to pull two levers at the same time," he looked at Boris, "you get this one, I'll find the other."
He followed the wire to a hallway with a picture of The Butcher Gang. He walked up before he got scared by a nasty, messed up ink monster. He began to attack it while it limped towards him. Bendy skidded around the corner and made his fist huge and whacked the ink monster square in the chin, sending it flying into the rim of the vent the nasty little shit came from and snapping its neck, killing it instantly.
Henry relaxed as Bendy helped him up.
"Easy dad, easy," Bendy said, "are you okay?"
"I'm alive," Henry replied, "at least I think there was only one of them," He then looked at Bendy, "how did you do that?"
"It just seemed to be something I could do," He answered looking at his hand, "it's just been so long..."
"Well, that will definitely help at least," he said, looking at the gent pipe, "This might not cut it."
"Well, I'm not gonna turn myself into a weapon for ya, so-"
"I wasn't considering that," Henry answered, "anyway, let's open the door."
"Boris, get ready!" Bendy yelled.
Henry put got ready to pull the lever and Bendy gave Boris the signal. Soon the door opened. They went on and came to an elevator of sorts. They walked in and it closed behind them.
"You're so interesting, so different," a feminine voice said, "I have to say, I am an instant fan. Looks like you've got a date with an angel. Come on down, level nine. Just follow the screams."
(Final jeopardy plays in the back ground)
"Come now, step out of your cage, there's a whole twisted world out there," the lady said.
They exchanged looks between each other before continuing. They came to a huge door which slowly opened, but Boris then ran in.
"Boris, wait!" Henry called out before he and Bendy chased after him.
They stopped when they saw what Boris was looking at. A dissected corpse of himself, the room was almost full of them. They continued, leaving Boris to just look at the one.
"Look around, it took so many of them to make me so beautiful. Anything less than perfect is left behind. I had to do it, she made me."
Bendy could already feel his stomach ready to lurch forward. He continued until they got to a door that opened for them. He and Henry stopped in a room watching that freakshow lady again. It really did look like Alice.
"Now we come to the question: do I kill you? Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight. The choices of the beautiful are unbearable. How's a girl to choose?" She said.
Bendy couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Alice-"
"Take this little freak for an instance! He crawled in here, trailing his tainted ink to my doorstep. It could have touched me, Do you know what it's like? Living in the dark puddles? It's a buzzing, screaming well of voices. Bits of your mind, swimming like... like fish in a bowl. The first time I was born from its inky womb, I was a wiggling, pussing, shapeless slug. The second time... Well... I'm so close now, so... Almost perfect."
"Alice, stop this-"
"Yes, I will let you live. For now. In fact, I'll let you ascend and leave this place, if you do me a little eensy, weensy favours first."
"Alice, can you shut up and listen-"
"You do not COMMAND ME, YOU DISGUSTING PARASITE!!!" She yelled as she banged her fists on the glass, causing Bendy to shut up and go wide eyed with slight fear, "I am not your angel."
And with that, the room she was in got covered up.
"Come on Bendy, I don't want to see how she does in a fight," Henry said walking away, "I'll wait for you," he said before leaving Bendy just standing in the room by himself.
"But... You said you'd be my angel," Bendy said quietly to himself, "... She still has to be there..."
"She's still gotta be my angel... She can't be gone... Right?"
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