The Isolated Demon AU - Chapter 2
The man was stirring, high pitched ringing echoing within his ears. His vision was deeply blurred as he was rising from the candlelit summoning circle. The man was dazed, groaning softly as he lifted his hand to his forehead. He was confused.. was that all but a cruel dream? He was unsure. He dragged himself up onto his knees, looking to the his side and finding the axe placed right beside him.
Henry was hesitant as he lifted the axe from the floor. He felt the weight of the prior events within its blade. He was glad he managed to escape that thing's wrath.
Henry lifted himself up from the floor, not even bothering to brush off his pants. There wasn't a need for that, anyways. They were already ink soaked.
He made a sigh, walking towards the boarded up door, only to chop right through the planks and the door itself. Splinters had flown into the air as well. The man then made way.
Heading down the inky steps, he had found a tape recording.. huh. He did lean against the wall for a second, just to listen. "...huh.. alright.." He murmured softly in response before heading into the flooded ink that had covered the nearby hall.
As he trudged through the low ink, he heard something ahead. With that, he quickened his pace. "Hey– wait!!" He called towards the small chatter that sounded from other side. Once he erupted from the hall, he glanced down both ways, completely confused. There was no one there.. "what...? I could've sworn there was someone there.." He muttered.
He made a soft sigh, walking into the open room to the side. He looked around. It was rather open. It was clear this was the music department, considering the giant sign across the walls with the hung up vinyl records. He walked across to look at the items hung up. The ink started collecting and bubbling behind him.
Monsters of goop and sludge formed. One that finished forming had rose, swiping right across the man's back, a gurgling growl sounding from the damned thing. This had caught Mr. Stein off guard. Henry swiftly turned on his heel, slamming the axe's head straight into the inky body. Luckily that was all it took to kill them. A quick swipe. Ink had sprayed onto him more as he hacked and chopped into these things.
He had an black print on his back thanks to the one that first attacked. He was breathing heavily. He wasn't expecting these to show up.. not at all. He could've sworn that it was just another length the demon was going to at least try and end his life. Once he the inky puddles stopped bubbling, seeping back into the floorboards, the gramophone started up.
A soft, upbeat tune sounded through the halls, the recording sign nearby lighting up. That.. was odd. However it was a slight comfort, considering the tune was pretty good to listen to. He took a moment, just standing to recollect himself. He was trying to think of what he was supposed to do next.
He then chose to head towards the hall and look around. He found some doors, messing with the knobs to see if any will open.. One door happened to open. However, it only revealed an organ. He sighed. "Nothing.." He muttered softly. He then walked off further into the hall, seeing the sign for the office of Sammy Lawrence. The door was being sprayed with ink thanks to some busted pipes, though. He doubted the door could open. He then looked past the ink, spotting a tape.
"Shit..." He now had to get a mouthful of ink if he were to grab it. He sucked in a breath, walking over and just grabbing the tape before leaving the shower of sludge.
He then pressed play. "A janitor who lost his keys—"
As Henry had listened to the old tape recording, a living wolf cartoon walked up behind him, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. The man flinched, turning around with the axe he had on hand at the ready.
Eying the axe, the boris had stepped back to avoid getting hit. He had an old baseball cap on, an ear up and the other one down. He seemed to have a scar or two on him. One on the snout, one across his shoulder.
Henry stared, holding the axe as he squinted, scanning the wolf. He didn't look dangerous. "..Hello... you aren't going to cause any harm, right?" He questioned, skeptical of the wolf. The living toon nodded happily, his tail wagging. He showed up right as the tape ended. Conveniently, it was labeled with the name, 'Wally Franks.' Surely the label on the wolf's hat were a coincidence as well..
"Alright... good to know. My name is Henry. Do you mind helping me get out of here?" The man questioned. This boris thought for a second before rubbing his fingers together as if asking for what he'd get in return.
"What do you want to get in return?? Food?" That was met with a quick nod. Boris then pointed at the label on the tape recorder before pointing at himself. "Oh...? You're.. Wally Franks? Alright then.." He hummed. "Alright, Wally... lead the way." He spoke, sighing lightly.
With that, Wally immediately marched away, glancing back at Henry to be sure he was following after the wolf. He'd survived these studios for quite some time, having avoided driving himself insane. He happened to have his keys stuffed into his overalls front pocket so it was an easy task to get into his old closet. The wolf didn't remember why he had the music director's old tape in his closet though.
Henry looked at the tape, then back at Wally before he just pressed play. "Oh... it's a riddle...?" He glanced at Wally, a tad confused. The wolf looked back, his ear twitching as he listened to the tape.
Wally looked back at the tape, mentally noting the instruments. First, the banjo... next, the drum. Then the bass fiddle.. also known as a cello.. and finally, the violin. Considering his toony hands, he looked at Henry. Maybe he should do this.. it should be easy enough, anyways.
Henry got the memo, and sighed. "Alright, let's go."
The temporary duo had then made their way towards the recording area, finding the instruments. However, along with the instruments, they found oddly placed bendy cut outs.
"Uh.. did you put them here?" Wally looked at Henry, confused. How the hell could the wolf do this if he's been by your side the entire time?? He made a small snort, going up into the projectors booth as well.
Henry then made his way around the chairs and cut outs, playing the song in the correct way. The first few times, the projector had gone out before he could finish. But after moving the musical instruments closer together, he had gotten it. The large garage door opened with loud shrieks. God damn, that was loud. Wally clapped his hands together happily, his tail wagging now that that was settled. Though, as it went up, the human was then surrounded by more blobish creatures.
He was now focused, picking up the nearest instrument— the banjo, only to swipe it and hit the searchers in their heads and shoulders. Luckily it worked.. however, it did ruin the item he used. Henry didn't exactly care about it, though.
"Shit... YOU ALRIGHT UP THERE, WALLY?" He called, however.. Wally was gone from the projectors stand.. that.. was odd. Maybe he decided to come down..? But. He hasn't entered the room.
Henry decided to take this as a sign to just finish what they were here for so it'd be done with.
Trudging on down the hall, he came across the small room.. huh. Odd how there was a random toilet in this room. He did find a valve. "Huh.. I wonder what this'll do.." He muttered. He turned the valve, expecting nothing to happen. To his surprise, he was correct. He hummed, walking back. "Well... that was a waste," or so he thought. As he passed by it, he luckily hadn't been attacked by anymore searchers when he passed by. That was a relief.
Exiting the room, he headed down the hall where he first met Wally.. huh. Wally isn't here either?? Weird. He saw that the infirmary was drained of ink. One of the busted pipes wasn't spraying everywhere by the office, either. "Oh. So something did happen.. great to know."
He looked around, humming before just wandering down to the medical area. Maybe he was actually getting closer to getting out of this place now..
Putting a few more searchers down, he discovered a pipe with a missing valve. "What the... well where is it..—" That was right where he saw the blobby searcher with a bowtie and bowler hat on. He had the valve in hand. Henry just stared, sighing in annoyance. "–really? Alright hand it over–" He was interrupted by the odd creature just disappearing in the ink with the item and going further down the ink covered... hall? Sewer?? He didn't even know what it was.
"God damn it.." Henry groaned in slight annoyance.
He then just followed after the blobby man. The guy in the hat even seemed to be teasing him— are you serious right now?? Henry just started running after the man. "GET BACK HERE!! I need the wheel!!" There were gurgles that sounded like laughter from the rather dapper ink man as he ran.
Sadly, the inky man was now cornered. Knowing this, the mystery man just dropped the turnwheel before just disappearing to go elsewhere.. what..? Henry was just left confused, stepping forward to take it. "Jeez... didn't have to make me chase you for it.." He muttered, sighing as he then turned heel and headed back. He was getting tired of some of the creatures around here. He was just glad to be finding the few that were actually peaceful.
As he headed off, returning the wheel to the pipe. He turned it. Finally. He was about done. He was about to be home free. He was happy about that.
Heading up to the office of the music director, he just got through the ink, just to get the lever pulled so he could drain the stairs and leave.
Henry was smiling quite a bit now, thanks to it. He then left the office, immediately going for the stairs.
As he heading to leave, he was knocked out. He hadn't caught a single glance of it.. he fell to the floor with a thud.
Henry had slowly regained consciousness. Vision fuzzy as he glanced around the room, slowly processing what happened.
Currently, the man was now tied up to a pole. The cartoon wolf already melting into a puddle on the floor beside him. Henry could feel his heart in his mouth as he stared at the poor thing. Ink was oozing from different parts of his body. The baseball bat had been tossed to the other side of the room, the hat on the ground in a depressing memorial.. thanks to Henry previously listening to a certain tape, he found out who this wolf was. Wally... whoever this man was... he was wanting to try and save him. However, that didn't happen. It couldn't happen. Not anymore.
Henry looked up at the man that had now walked into view. A psychotic grin was painting his lips behind that mask. "Great..." the masked man spoke, "you're awake.. very pleasing to know." Henry was panicked. Did this man do this to that poor boris?? He wanted to say something, but he couldn't get it out.. "Shhh... shh... it is alright, my little sheep..." a small purr rumbled from the ink covered man. Apparently he could tell the sacrifice to be was nervous and confused.
"It is better that you do not question. . . You will not have to worry any longer, after all." He hadn't really given a single second to try and acknowledge who it was... he seemed like a broken man, anyways.
Henry wasn't enjoying this. He forced the words out of his throat— "Untie me!! You sick bastard! You killed that poor ma—" He was immediately interrupted.
"Tsk tsk tsk. It was not an unreasonable sacrifice. It was for him. All.. of what we do... is for him." He spoke in a soft menacing tone. This situation unsettled the tied man. The masked man had slowly pressed his finger to Henry's lips with a soft shushing sound. "..it is time, little sheep.." the man spoke.
Stepping back, the man in the bendy mask had clasped his hands before his face. "My lord. Bendy. Hear me. I have a duo of sheep for your honor. I pray that this reaches you. I PRAY YOU HEAR ME."
The man started to preach, his voice crescendoing. He needed his lord to hear him. He must be heard. He wouldn't let this sacrificial ritual go wrong. He couldn't. As the man shouted, Henry could see the room darkening and ink slowly dripping from the ceiling. He bit his tongue at this. Whatever he was chased by previously... was about to be here. Before he knew it, the beast had run into the area, a loud shrieking erupting from the ink demon's sludge filled throat.
Sammy smiled wider behind the mask. "YES, MY LORD!!! COME AND TAKE THESE OFFERINGS!!!—" As he continued to exclaim, pressing his arms out above him in his worship, the masked man had been swiped aside. He was practically tossed by the beasts tail. He hit the wall immediately, groans coming from him.
While the demon was busy, Henry immediately took this as his chance to escape. He squirmed a bit, another booming call from the damned thing to his right had caused the building to shake with rumbles like an earthquake. Mr. Stein caught this as his chance and pushed til he was freed from those restraints. He ran over to the axe nearby to snatch, noticing the hat that was still on the floor. He was hesitant, but he grabbed it and attached it to the belt loop on his trousers. He'd rather honor the man who wore it. He was helpful during this, anyways.
Henry then immediately bolted across the room with the axe. He was hoping the demon wouldn't notice him. To his misfortune.. that didn't happen. The creature sensed his movements thanks to the overflowing ink and turned with growls rumbling in its throat. It turned from the ink man that had his guts torn out, only to chase.
Booming roars and growls followed after as Henry turned another direction. He was haphazardly chopping through any planks that were in his way so he could escape. After a while of the chase, he made it. He dove for a closing door, panting hard from that long run. He didn't ever run this much when he wasn't here. Not even when he worked here.
The gate like door shut fully once he made it into the room it hid. The beast had slammed into the door once it was closed, scraping at it with his claws with growls and shouts. Henry didn't even know why the creature was so angry with him specifically.. It was a huge question he had.. He wished it could be answered sometime..
The man's thoughts ended with the sound of metal running across wood. He looked over, seeing the can of soup. "Wh....?"
Another Boris with slight differences compared to Wally had walked into the room, looking at Henry with a concerned look on his face. Henry had slowly gotten up, just to pick up the soup can and just follow this toon off and towards his safehouse.
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