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You ran down past the halls, adrenaline rushing through you as heavy ragged puffs of air came out every millisecond. You were starting to hyperventilate. Each drop of ink encouraging you to run, run far away. But you knew there was no escape. You had no weapons and it was six against one. If only you hadn't dropped that metal pipe-
As soon as you came in contact with a puddle of ink you slip immediately and fall face flat in the ink. You freak out, trying to ruthlessly get out of the ink. The increasing sounds of groaning and clanking coming from behind.
They were here.
You panic and get up, however in the rush your leg hits a wall, hard. You hiss in pain but ignore it once you were starting to see one of the butcher gang member's face and groaning sounds coming from the puddle. You bolt, not looking ahead of you and bolt face first into a wall. You fall down immediately, rubbing your head in pain.
Ouch, now that's just sad.
Just as soon as you were going to get up, a loud roar and heap of ink started to cover the walls then the floors. All of the ink abominations looking behind them and frantically trying to run away from the ink demon's wrath. You take a look around your surroundings finding nothing but the way that leads to the ink demon and the butcher gang. You were cornered. You roll your eyes.
Great, now he's here and your cornered into a wall with no escape besides inevitable death. This is turning out to be the greatest day of your life. Now this comes to the question, how do you wanna die?-
Another roar as the ink demon rushes towards you.
Oh- No time!
You couldn't help but sneer at first until realizing you were supposed to scream. Eh, nevermind maybe you'll do it in the after life when the devil takes your soul into endless damnation in the pits and vats of lava the devil has down there.
You close your eyes and reach out your arms in a sort of embrace at death, accepting whatever awaits your death, gracefully.
Welp, this is how you die. The inevitable came earlier after all-
A pause, until the sounds of the ink demon fighting something and the sound of ink dissolving a probably living-being splattered across the already ink filled walls.
You blink and open your eyes, letting your arms slump down. Only to see the ink demon fight the ink monsters who attacked you. You quirk your eyebrow and squint at the scene in front if you.
What, is going on.
Don't those usually disappear immediately once it shows up? And why was he fighting them?
You give up and decide maybe eating nonexistent popcorn in your mind would make this situation more interesting, so you do just that. You sit down and plop down popcorn after corn until realizing the fight was already over and the ink demon was NOW just about to kill you. You get up in fighting position, looking around you, you found..
A pan? Whatever.
You grab the pan and get into fighting position.
Your death has been decided, death by stupidity it shall be.
For a moment there you grinned until a inky hand came rushing towards you as if it had just reformed. You yelp, and drop the pan right on your foot, how ironic. You hiss and grab your foot and quite literally lose your footing immediately. You internally made a facepalm and fell to the left side and into a bunch of buckets. The ink demon turned to you and looked surprised by your situation.
Your head was spinning around in circles but you were still concious, your vision was blurry and spining but you shortly regained your vision.
A twitch of his grin could be shown as he lifted a hand up to his mouth, like how a friend would stiffle their laughter at their friend's stupidity and otherwise dumb mistakes- WHAT- HEY! His grin was going up and down, as if he was laughing. On the outside he was chuckling, on the inside he was probably dying of laughter.
You groan and take up a clenched fist.
"You will rue the day you messed with me, ink demon!" You tried saying, but instead your words ended up coming out like this. "YU wiG ruf th die you mes wif me, tink daemon!"
Well, at least you got 'you' out.
Okay if the ink demon wasn't laughing before, he was now full blown laughing at the looks of it. Though considering his permanent smile it's a bit hard to tell if he's laughing. But by the looks of how he was banging his fist into the wall while his grin kept twitching upwards. You think it suggests laughing.
Son of a bitch!
You know, this would be a really good time to run if it weren't for the amount of humiliation you felt. You wanted to die right now.
"Nghh, kill me," you muttered out and started getting out of the pile of buckets. You pat yourself off and look at the ink demon. He seems to stop banging his fist in the wall and turns to you.
"We should probably start running again right?" Bendy nods vigorously. You shrug and start running again. A loud roar immediately shrieks from behind you as loud footsteps follow you in a massive amount of speed. You yawn momentarily and walk into a door. Quickly, you lock the door, panting heavily after all that. But this still leaves one question:
Why did he save you?;