hai this is henry wright , the main character of my graphic novel . he’s a 19th century vampire that was turned in a very early age by a lord who seduced him when he was very vulnerable . he’s a poet & a hopeless romantic . more info on ig !
I’M GONNA KEEP MAKING THESE UNTIL IT’S DONE YOU HEAR ME
Felix belongs to @smoresthehalloweenqueen
also, major warning for oh noes ahead
more under the cut
Drip. Drip.
Henry wakes up tied to a pole. Hm, I wonder when this has happened before... he thinks, semi-sarcastically. At least I'm not gagged this time.
He can hear footsteps, but surprisingly, Sammy hasn't come out to say his long-as-heck speech yet. It's a little jarring, since the last two times this happened, Sammy was right in his face from the moment he regained consciousness until...well...the first time, it wasn't that bad.
He's not sure how Sammy survived a second time.
Finally, Sammy comes out from his room. His mask is shredded beyond belief, as are his clothes and really just himself in general, but out he comes, slightly wobbley and carrying a metal dustpan that is stained with a lot of different substances, none of which Henry cares to know about. Even the red-brown one. Especially the red-brown one.
Henry glares at him. “So, Sam, what exactly is your plan this time? Surely not sacrificing me to “Bendy”, again? Since that worked out oh-so-well last time.”
Sammy scowls. Probably. It's hard to tell with the mask on. “Quiet, sheep. My Lord will hear you.”
“Yeah, well, “Your Lord” can go and-” Sammy interrupts Henry's sentence by putting his hand over his mouth. Henry grumbles through it, but ink is surprisingly good at stopping sound. “Well, sheep, if you'd let me finish my sentence, you would know that I know that My Lord does not wish for human sacrifices.” A small smirk, maybe. “Or, at least, he does not wish for you to be sacrificed. Now, the other sheep, the red-head...”
Henry glares at him and makes a noise that probably translates somewhat to “if you even touch Felix I will murder you, Tommy Gun or no Tommy Gun.” Predictably, Sammy ignores him. “My Lord would be pleased by such a...colorful sheep. Perhaps he would even free me.”
Henry doesn't even bother responding to that one, instead just giving Sammy a look. Sammy does not respond to the look, instead uncovering Henry's mouth and walking down the hall, away from him. After a second, he's all but gone, and Henry sighs in relief. “That could have gone much, much worse.”
With that said, he begins to try to unravel the knot on the rope. What was it again? Up, left, down...
It's dark. That's the first thing Felix registers as he wakes up.
The next thing he registers is that it's cold, far too cold. It's much colder than it was earlier.
The next thing he registers is that he's strapped down, and literally everything hurts.
The thing that really wakes him up, though, is when he realizes he can't feel his right arm. Alarmed, he tries to look at it, but it's too dark to see more than his shoulders, and his arm is stretched downwards. Well, if his left arm is saying anything, anyway.
After a second, his right arm starts to hurt, and he's glad for it since it means that he does, indeed, still possess a right arm. He wiggles his fingers just to make sure, though. They work, and Felix is reassured, if only a little.
The lights turn on abruptly, and Felix blinks, his eyes readjusting to the light. Not-Alice is standing on the other side of the room, holding an axe. Now that he can see the rest of the room, he realizes that there are quite a few wicked-looking medical instruments. Mostly of the sharp kind.
Not-Alice strides across the room towards him, tossing the axe from hand to hand before finally setting it down next to Felix. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here.” She laughs, the disfigured side of her face looking like it's going to split into two as she does. “A little fly, all wrapped up and ready for eating.”
Felix flinches as she lays her hand down beside of his face, and she takes delight in this, putting her face very, very close to his. He attempts to wriggle away, but she grabs him. “Now, now. I'm going to have to ask you to hold still.” She backs away, picking up a syringe. “You have something that I desperately need.”
Felix finally gets up the nerve to speak. “Wh...what do I have that you need?”
“Oh, just your soul. Now hold still.” She fills the needle with ink. “This is the only proper way to do it, but it's going to hurt.”
Felix's eyes widen as he realizes what she's going to do. He begins to struggle, trying to loosen the straps. Unfortunately for him, Not-Alice turns around, grabs his arms, and sticks the needle into his right arm.
It turns out Not-Alice was very, very right. Having a needle-full of ink pumped into your arm hurts like hell.
Henry lets the rope fall to the ground, standing up to his full (and not very impressive) height. Now free, he walks over to his Tommy Gun and grabs it. On impulse, he checks the bullet chamber and is pleasantly surprised to see that the gun has been reloaded. “Huh. Sammy must have done this.” He shrugs. “Should thank him the next time I see him. If there is a next time.”
He exits the room, carefully scanning the hallway. For once, he's not all the way back in Sammy's “sacrifice” room, instead being in a hidden room off the side of Heavenly Toys. It's convenient, yet also very, very inconvenient.
The wall suddenly starts to turn black with ink as he watches. He ducks back into the makeshift sacrifice room, watching as “Bendy” walks by, just as slowly as always. The demon turns and heads back the way he came, at a slightly faster pace than normal. Is he hurrying somewhere?
Curious, Henry follows him. For once, the demon isn't walking through walls, making it slightly less hard to follow him.
“Bendy” heads down the stairs and straight to Level 9, presumably to go kick “Alice”'s butt, but who knows. Henry watches as he looks at the giant Alice head that serves as a doorway, growls, and walks away. And, of course, immediately catches sight of Henry, who puts his hands up. “Um, I totally wasn't following you. Truce?”
“Bendy” screeches at him, and Henry takes that for a good, solid no, taking off in the opposite direction.
Felix is dizzy.
The Not-Alice left a little while ago, and she left the axe next to him, so he'd managed to wrangle it into his hands and cut his restraints. Fat lot of good that does him now. He's dizzy and feels vaguely nauseous, and if he had to guess, it's most likely the fact that he, you know, got a needle-full of ink shot into his arm and then was left to die tied up on a table.
He picks his way over to the door, leaning on it once he gets there. How long was I here for? It felt like an eternity. Probably half an hour, at least. Either way, it's not good.
Felix tries the door, crossing his fingers behind his back. It swings open with a creak, and he cringes, looking both ways to make sure he didn't alert anything of his presence. Luckily for him, there doesn't seem to be any monsters around, at least not that he can see (there's a bunch of boards on the right side that completely block his view), so he walks down the left side and, in sort of a daze, runs right into a wall. He falls onto the ground. “Ow.”
Looking up, he can see a vent, out of his reach. A flashlight lies on the ground, its handle shattered but otherwise in good condition. There's a broken table under the vent that is somehow standing on three legs, even though there's an entire area that's just broken off (said area is nowhere to be seen).
He starts to get up and notices that his right arm is starting to turn black. That can't even be a little bit good. He prods the black area, and winces. Note to self: do not poke black area.
He stands up slowly, careful to not fall over this time, and grabs the flashlight as he does. Clambering up the table (and wobbling as it threatens to tip over and take him with it), he crawls into the vent and turns on the flashlight.
As it turns out, having a flashlight in a vent makes everything a little brighter but also a thousand times creepier. Since the flashlight is fairly weak, it only lights up a certain amount of space, and Felix almost doesn't want to keep moving forward. It doesn't help that the dizziness he feels is increasingly more difficult to ignore, and he can't focus his eyes right.
After a while, he finally reaches an area where he can safely hop out of the vent without crashing ten feet to the ground and cracking his head open. As soon as he's safely on the ground, he sits down, attempting to shake off the dizziness.
A tall shadow looms over him, and he almost doesn't notice it.
O H N O FELIX
In which “Alice” apparently wants Felix’s soul and for some reason the only way to get it is to cause severe sickness and probably death to him and also Sammy just wanted to be a jerk to Henry and didn’t actually sacrifice him
I think I focused too much on Felix this chapter and also made really confusing time skips but yeet
Felix ‘escapes’ about 15 minutes after Henry gets hecking chased by “Bendy”
Who is that tall figure? Is Felix going to live? Is Henry going to live? Find out next time on WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING AND WHAT IS THIS channel!
twilight was released 15 years ago today !!!!! wanted to recreate the poster with my ocs henry ( a vampire ) & nathan ( a werewolf ) , the main pair of my story 🖤 a year ago while i was attending an artist alley , a guy asked if my story was , & i quote , “some kind of ‘erotic twilight’” & the comment lives rent free in my mind 😭😭 soo i wanted to reference that !!
