The Broken Loop

Pov: Ink

"Rest your head. It's time for bed."

I watch as Sammy drags an unconscious Henry through the wall. I wait a few moments before returning to the throne room.

"Alright, it's clear," I say as I grab her arm and ink-travel into the music department.

"The stairs are this wa-" I don't even get to finish before she was already walking to the stairs.

"Okay then. . ." I follow her, standing at the top of the steps, watching her as she tries to open the door. I hear the doorknob jiggle, after a few tries I hear something -a body part- come into contact with the door.

"Did you punch the door?"

"No, I tried to ram into it, to see if force will open it."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"No luck?"

"No luck."

"I should probably go save Henry from an insane prophet," I say, biting back an I told you so.

"While you go do that, I'll look around here."

"Okay-" She already walked away.

"Sheep, sheep, sheep. It's time for sleep. Rest your head. It's time for bed." I suddenly hear Sammy say on the speakers.

I need to hurry.

I quickly go into the ink, appearing in a puddle on the floor behind Sammy. From my angle, I can clearly see his golden eyes.

"In the morning, you may wake. Or in the morning, you'll be dead. I listen closely, the familiar sound of insanity in his voice and behind his eyes, he's not acting.

Well, I have no choice but to melt his face off. . . .

"Hear me, Bendy! Arise from the darkness! And claim my offering! Free me! I beg you!"

I feel the also familiar feeling of annoyance and anger at him.

"I summon you, Ink Demon! Show your face and take this tender sheep!"

Okay, won't be taking the sheep, though.

I arise from the ink, snarling at him.

"No! My lord! Stay back! I am your prophet! I am your-"