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How did you end up in the middle of the Lair of the Ink Demon, ruler of the Ink Realm, Lord of the Demon Followers and Bane of any one who crosses him While this seemingly sadistic all powerful demon gleefully shows you toy trains like some kid showing you their favorite plushie? Simple, You were lucky.
You had been with a party of lost ones from your nearby village scavenging for food. While Food itself isn’t needed in the cycle, the pain of unending hunger still persists, that combined with your village's altar being empty of offerings for the ink demon means this was a much needed mission. You had thought yourself lucky as you had found a barrel full of bacon soup cans, just left there. you went to yell for your party until. . .
Crunch…
You froze as dark shadows filled the walls, the ink around you bubbling to life as it whispers at the arrival of its master. You rush to hide, emptying the barrel you had just opened of its contents and hiding inside it.
Click . . . Clack. . . click.. Click..
Theres the sound of a thump and a sickening swallowing noise as the steps get closer. A shadow looks through the thin openings between the boards of the barrel.
“A pack…” the sound of bubbling ink “Of mice…in a lion's den..”
You cover your mouth holding your breath, not only at the fear of being heard but at the shock of what you see between the boards. One of your party members' carcass, slowly melting into the floor, his body visibly emptied of all its organs through a single massive bite. That however..isn’t what frightens you. What frightens you is the hooves in-front-of-the barrel you are hiding inside of.
Creaaaak….CRACK!
There's a sudden burst of light as the lid of the barrel is ripped open like a can of bacon soup, you never thought yourself to ever be the poor pig though. A long dark clawed hand grips onto your arm and rips you from the barrel
“Aaaahhh…Little mouse, out of its hole..”
You open your clenched eyes to reveal what you already know to be true, the ink demon has found you, its deformed grin only inches from your face, you feel its warm breath touch your nose as you squirm and try to bargain with him. He cuts you off.
“Ah ah!~ No need to squeal my little mouse. I have heard…it all before..” He tightens his grip on you, pinning your arms to your sides, “You need not squeak, I have already decided your fate in this cruel.. cruel world..”
You close your eyes preparing for the feeling of teeth digging into your flesh, you wait for what feels like hours before opening one eye to see.. The ink demon dragging you along the floor towards a wall as an inky portal appears in front of you. Great, he is bringing you back to his lair to finish you off. You hold your breath as the sound of screams fills your ears as you enter a tunnel of light at the end. The ink coats your legs as you are dragged towards the light. You black out.
You woke up later, how long you were out, you don’t know. As you sit up you are instantly overwhelmed by the amount of loud rolling of film and light from the abhorrent amount of projectors in the room. The second thing you notice is you are alone. So you gather yourself and run to the nearest exit and come to a halt as you catch yourself on the side before a great drop down. You look up and see that the room you are in, is inside the ink machine itself, which is currently hanging above a massive pool of it. You step back and hit something boney and wet.
“The little mouse awakens”
You try to jump forward, all reason leaving your brain overwhelmed by fear before a giant hang yet again comes done and grabs your arm dragging you back inside. The ink demon pulls a lever and a large door closes behind you, blocking off your only exit.
“You little ones always confuse me, so quick to break your selves so others cant.” he drops you and stares. “You need not worry, sweet little..poor thing.. I am full, there is no reason for me to harm you..”
He is sparing you. You go to bow and and are stunned as the ink demon seems to be bored with your reaction, looking off somewhere in the room.
“groveling is not why I have not eaten you.”
You hold your breath as you follow him to see what he is looking at, he tenses as he growls.
“No, I have found a much more suitable purpose for something like you..”
You prepare yourself for the inevitable horrors that await.
“And the audience… FOR MY TRAIN COLLECTION!” He dramatically steps out of the way to reveal a massive table with a bunch of different model train sets that have wooden and rubber ducks as passengers. You must still be unconscious.
The Ink Demons grin grows as he boasts with pride, “I have searched…scavenged,stolen, killed for this, my pride and joy..” The Ink Demon lurches over and leans pointing to one of the trains. “This is the first one I got, a cheap, wooden model train. It may be lacking in details but it was the first I ever collected.” He coos.
You must have finally cracked like the old prophet, really there's no way this is actually happening. You look up realizing you must have missed what the demon was saying earlier as he is now shoving a rusted plated train in your face.
“This one, its wheels are perfectly rounded, so it glides down the tracks faster than Little mice like you hide in those little angel boxes, Oh I can actually open those, I just pretend not too to mess with you little mice.”
Jeffery was right, your diet mostly consisting of expired bacon soup does cause hallucinations, because there's no way the ink demon is nerding out over toy trains in front of you.
“THIS ONE…is my favorite, see the gold lining? That's real, It's not really a commercial toy train, this was actually used as a mini model for the Bendy land parks train ride. I was surprised when I found it in such pristine condition..A detail I LOVE is that each wheel” He shoves the model in your face. “Has a different print of Bendy face expressions, most just have the same smile on every one but this one…one of the smiles HAS CREASES!”
It's literally just the same smile slightly smudged. you nod however, not wanting not to die.
“I knew you’d get it, you looked like a little mouse with taste.” He continues rambling on, and he hasn’t stopped. Are you forever stuck as he tells you the back story and history of each train piece?
Thats if i get more ideas for the fic
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