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I have been running from monsters and the Ink Demon, but I didn’t inspect I be running from a crazy Angel too, let alone in a Haunted house ride. I already was on the process of slowing down after my fight against Boris, so I have to hide or do something quick before I’m sliced bread.
I noticed the next room is a dining room with a huge mountain of food where the Boris animatronic was enjoying. If only that was the real wolf…
I thought of hiding behind there at first, but no, it’s too close and easy for Malice to find me. But with how much and how high the pile is, it could at least give me a distraction. I grabbed a platter turkey dish and easily pull it off and watch the mountain tilt until it topple perfectly on Malice as she was flying pass it.
Soon as all the food land on her, I went back to running away before ignoring her holler, “YOU RUINED MY HAIR!!”
I race across the next room that seems to be an attic and littered with dusty items and faded picture frames for all I see were just wedding pictures involving multiple brides, but the same groom.
However each of the pictures change with the same groom holding an ax and many of his brides were headless.
Just as I tilt my head on some of the frames, I heard a sound of piano music with a soft blue glow. I glanced over from the shelves and saw the ghostly presence of the groom playing the instrument to the sound of the wedding march.
Trying to not make a sound, I went behind it from the ride track in case the angel showed up, but I already stepped on a loose floorboard, stopping the piano music in process.
I felt the presence behind me as I heard him spoke, “My, my, I never seen such a peculiar mouse in my attic. Usually they appear in the ballroom searching for their cheese.”
I slowly turned my head to the presence and quietly spoke, “S-Sorry, I’m not here to make a wedding proposal, hell I’m not interested.” “Oh that’s such a pity…though a pretty girl like you should not be wandering around all by herself…”
I shuddered before speaking, “Look, I need a way to hide or defend. I’ve been chased by a crazy angel. Is there a weapon in this attic I can use strong enough for her?”
“I’m afraid not, my dear,” he responded before summoning his ax, “This is the only weapon here that I dare not let you lend. It’s not used for any line of defense like some make-shift sword and shield, it’s what I like to call my very own paintbrush to create delicate use of art an-”
“I get it, I get it, no need for details.” I waved my hand before I heard the crash sounds coming from the hall from the dining room.
Fuck, she’s coming!
“Can you at least help me hide? Like a trunk or something?!” I panicked, trying not to get loud.
“All the trunks are just sealed boxes that are never open,” the groom replied, “However I know how you can hide. But it will require a favor I dare not say.” He chuckled like a mixture of a goofy ghost and a suspicious anime character.
I clenched my fists and was about to say something, but then a louder crash was heard, this time it wasn’t glass, “Ok, ok, whatever the favor is, it’s a deal! Now please help me!”
“Very well then.” The groom spoke before he whistled for a few glowing orbs, “Bring out the finest ball gowns and ghost her up.”
“Whoa, whoa, I didn’t mean to become a ghost, I’m trying not to die!” I waved my hands.
“Relax miss,” He waved back, “It’s just make-up and paint, for here in Sillyvision, anything is possible.”
“Right. Forgot.” I let the spirits swarm around me and soon enough I was in my ghostly disguise. The more I think about this, it felt like déjà vu with the Alice angel costume only with ghosts.
I looked back at the groom before he floats towards the next room, “Looking like the lily on the grave…Now come with me.”
There wasn’t a choice as if I stay put, Malice is already coming closer, so I followed the groom and entered a balcony where I could see another ballroom, but this time furnished and filled with ghosts having a party.
I looked around and noticed that there isn’t any stairway to get down, and it’s too high to jump down like back at the Toy room. “It’s too high, how am I going to get down?”
“There’s one way.” He spoke as he floats onto the rail and held out his hand.
“Eh? I don’t think that could work.” I said before I heard a laugh of the angel, “But worth a shot!” With that I grabbed his hand and then I started to float with him to complete the ghost disguise.
Soon we descended down just as the ghosts noticed their ‘new guest.’
“Nothing to see, my friends.” The groom spoke, “Just blending her in. So play a melody, Johnny!”
I glanced over to the ghost that crack his knuckles before playing a melody with an organ. Oddly enough, that ghost is different compared to some of the others as his eyes were golden while others especially the groom were I believe it’s white but could be a different color if Sillyvision had it. But that’s not all, his eyes were oozing with black and it seemed his chest cavity was wide open with parts of an instrument lodged inside…
The hell happened to him?
But soon I was pulled to the groom which is when I realized what he wants me to do, so I pushed him back with a flustered look that doesn’t blend with the make-up, “N-No, no, wait, I – I can’t dance!”
“It’s just a few different spins.” The groom rolled his eyes.
“She’ll notice my bad dancing!” I tried to make an excuse.
“She’ll notice you if you stand still.” He responded, “Just follow my lead, kid.”
“I’m 25.” I grumbled before he got me in position and soon the music starts and we started moving.
I never knew what it’s like holding onto a ghost, especially since they aren’t fully solid; yet when I held his hand and shoulder, it’s like holding onto an ice cube that doesn’t seem to cause harm to my hands nor my blood.
All I ever did is watch my foot work so I wouldn’t stumble with the dress I am wearing. However, trying not to draw attention is difficult because I nearly bump into a couple of ghosts.
It was when he whispered to keep his eyes on him, I wasn’t sure but I at least tried it out. I still wasn’t a good dancer, but least I’m trying.
I have said before that dancing with a handsome man in a ballroom like in fairytale films were one of my dreams, but I wasn’t sure if this is what I had in mind.
I did glance over and saw the angel entered and was hovering over like a vulture searching it’s almost deceased prey. I tried my best to act cool as I continue the charade with the groom, trying not to break a sweat when I could feel her lowering down and coming closer. I could even feel her shadow looming over us.
Keeping calm is hard especially for a toon; I had to make sure I’m not shaking, breaking a sweat, nor have my already rapidly beating heart pop out of my chest like a trampoline.
Any line of emotion whether it’s happiness, anger, sadness, or especially fear, is clearly visible with how an artist draws them in terms of not just the face, but action and aura around the character.
So is she sees one of the ghost characters with shooting drops or squiggly lines of fear, even from above and the balcony, she’ll found me and I’ll really join these spirits in the ballroom.
But sure enough, I heard her grunt before I feel her flying above and saw her flew into the next room on the right.
I stopped to catch a few breaths of relief, “That was close…”
“How can you be exhausted over a little dance?” I hear the groom muttered.
I would be annoyed, but it doesn’t matter, “Thanks for blending me in and saving my ass. It’s been fine, but I better get going and get out of this mad house-”
It was then I noticed I couldn’t break free from his arms. Despite him being a ghost, I couldn’t yank off of him.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I kept trying to push him away.
“Isn’t it obvious, kid?” the groom responded with an evil smirk, “Getting my end of the bargain for helping you.” With that he summoned his hatchet, “It has been a good waltz, but now I want you to become my next art project. And with a cute face like that, you’ll be my greatest masterpiece.”
Oh fuck me.
Why is everyone in the world commenting about me?
There’s one hand where the psychos trying to kill me call me pretty; and the rest just thought my outfit’s weird.
But regardless all with the ghostly groom, this time I really should’ve seen that coming.
I kept yanking and demanding him he let go, but he wouldn’t budge, he’s too strong.
I shut my eyes as soon as he held up his hatchet, ready to take off my head, when I suddenly felt my arm let go with a sound of a pow.
I took a peek and saw the groom on the ground, holding his face and glaring at the presence between us. It was the same ghost girl of the ride.
“Dammnit Carly, can’t you just at least let me slash her?” the groom growled.
“No, you know better mister,” Carly scolded like a mother to a child, “You can’t kill another human in this ride, especially not in your position. So off with you, back to the attic!”
He grumbled as he float away to the attic; he took one glance at me before disappearing into the attic, leaving the rest of us behind.
I sigh with relief before taking off the gown to reveal my regular outfit, “Man miss, thank you, you’re a life savi-”
It was then she turned to me, having the same scolding look, “Oh no, we are not through yet! You went off the ride and on the stage, destroy a set, interfere with a cast member, stole a prop, and enter a restricted area!”
“H-Hey, I didn’t had a choice, I was running for my life by a crazy angel that was trying to kill me!” I excused.
“That doesn’t change the fact you violate the rules!” Carly responded before waving her finger that caused me to float, “You’re banned from this ride, Miss!”
“W-Well fine,” I glared, “I need to get out of this place and head home anyways! Can you at least put me down so I can walk there?!”
“And destroy more property? No way!” With that she wave it again and I was pulled through many halls before being flung out the door and into the pond.
I sat up and spat out distilled water before hearing the ghosts and ghouls of the manor laugh at my misfortune.
“And don’t you come back!” Carly yelled before she slammed the front doors, turning off the laughter inside.
With a bashful glare, I stood up and got out of the pond, shaking myself off.
“Like that will matter,” I said to myself as I wringed my hair and scarf, “I’m getting out of here.” I grabbed my handbag that was safely in a bush; and with a grumble, I followed a path around a graveyard and went towards the exit thanks to a sign on a tree.
“At least I got away from Malice…” I muttered to myself before slowing myself down, “But…I’m lost now…and all alone.”
Alice Angel just want to kill me.
Boris the Wolf is gone.
And Bendy had been lying to me from the start.
He was the Ink Demon.
It’s his fault I’m trapped in here, but it’s my fault for turning on that machine.
Now there’s nowhere to go to.
There’s literally no one I could trust.
“Oh-Hoi!” I glance over to see one of the Bendy mascots waving to me as I went through the gate, “Hiya missy! My oh my, why so glum? You’re in the Happiest place on earth!”
“It’s nothing, sir.” I immediately respond, “Trying to get out of here.”
Though I wasn’t sure where else to go in this place. Hell I don’t know how deep I gone to reach the surface nor how long I was down here.
“Oh well golly gosh, I do recall seeing a giant door that reads ‘The Exit,’ but don’t know if anyone checked.” The mascot responded, causing me to stop walking.
“Really? Can you tell me where it is?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, it’s through the entrance, into the vent, and down the swirly steps,” he instructed, “It’s all I know.”
That was when I remember there was a giant door that I tried to went to before Alice interrupted.
So Bendy could be telling the truth about that door; but if he’s the Ink Demon, why was he guiding me there?
Regardless though, there’s no where else to go at the point; so I thank the mascot and went towards the entrance of Bendyland. I took one last glance at the statue of Bendy and headless Joey before going towards the vent.
I hope what happened in the vent is still functionable after my chase with him.
But as soon as I was about to crouch down, I felt something grabbed my neck very tightly and put me down to the floor.
“A...Alice…”
“Found you, kitten…” Malice smirked before started to choke me.
I gasped and tried my best to yank her claws away from me, but she was too strong. And it was then I started thrashing and trying to kick, punch, and fight my way out of the grasp.
I can feel my neck disconnecting my head.
I felt so scared.
I tried to push her face, and then with her shriek mixed with the familiar sensation in my left arm as I touched her.
Of course, even with her face being dolled up, there’s still excess ink spurting out especially from the halo in her skull.
I felt like I could breathe again as I sense the visions coiling up and into my head.
And as soon as I open my eyes:
I not only see what her past is like…
I saw what happened to every worker of the place.
I believe I could see the truth.
Or perhaps not?