∾ Into the Depths ∾
- Chapter 13-
Warnings for this chapter: Cursing, Forced sexual contact
⊱⊰ Bendy's Pov⊱⊰
I yawned, opening my eyes to stare at the wall. I had the feeling something was off, but couldn't quite remember what. My heart-tipped tail flicked into the edges of my vision, jump-starting my memory. Right. I switched forms. Let see how much of a shitshow this turned out to be. I sat up, glaring at the door I knew would open quite soon. I still felt tired, and I knew I (sadly) wasn't up for shifting quite yet. Just as I had predicted, the door slid open to reveal three familiar figured. I scowled at them. I could already tell this day was going to be awful. "Alright, up. We're questioning you- although I'm sure you already knew that- and we're doing a few tests." Saltzer spoke, looking me up and down. "I'm not a dog. Don't try to order me around like one. And I don't want to." I crossed my arms and huffed, turning away to face the wall. I didn't want to deal with their bullshit.
"Nope, we're doing this, shorty." Mike smirked at me, moving to grab my arm. I hissed, already furious. If there's one thing that ticked me off faster than anything else, it was jibes about my height. I stood up on the bed, still only managing to come about chest height on the man. It didn't stop me from pointing a clawed finger at his throat though. "I may be short but I will destroy you in any shape or form." The man only snickered at my threat. "Yeah, yeah sure. Try to be more menacing next time. You're only, what? Three feet tall?" He was much too smug for his own good. I hissed viciously at him, raising my claws in a offensive position. "Try me, bitch."
Mike chuckled again. "I'm surprised you can even curse. Aren't you supposed to be child-friendly?" I tilted my head, glancing at the other two men who were trying to sneak closer. "Ever heard of behind the scenes?" Peter chuckled. "Calm down you little spitfire." The man stepped up, lightly pushing Mike out of the way. I continued my position, narrowing my eyes at the man. He called me little. Peter grabbed my arm, guiding me off the bed. His grip shifted to my shoulder when I was back on the floor. My tail flicked around, still outraged that they called me small. I hated that so damn much.
Mike sneered at me while I glared. Saltzer seemed like he didn't quite know what to do. "Well, erm, anyway. Let's get on with this.". I was led down the hall by the scientist (who was the shortest and the easiest one to reach me) to a familiar room. The same room I had been strapped down in originally. I scowled, and the scientist seemed to sense my declining mood. "We'll be quick. Besides, it's all stuff you've done before." I was ushered to the table, being strapped down by the two guards. It seemed the restraints could stretch to keep me in place, instead of having me be splayed completely out. I growled as the machine above me started whirring, but kept still just like last time.
It was soon over, and I was released from the table. Saltzer grabbed me as I hopped down, dragging me to the scale. Oh for fucks sake... I was made to stand against the backboard, but not before I went on my tiptoes. Mike smirked at me from across the room, and I hissed nastily at him. Saltzer wrote down how tall I was without making me stand flat. I grinned at that small victory. A semi-familiar beep was heard from across the room, Mike standing up to go collect it. I was dragged to another paper while Peter walked over to see what the other guard had.
"Alright, put the thermometer under your tongue." The scientist in front of me coaxed, practically shoving a shiny metal stick in my face. "A wh-" Was all I managed to say before it was forced into my mouth. I almost gagged, but managed to stay still long enough for it to beep. I snarled as it was taken out, showing my still- sharp fangs to the scientist. "Oh shush. It wasn't that bad." He rolled his eyes at me, not even taking my small form seriously. I grumbled, but didn't respond. The sooner I changed back the better. The scientist walked away to put the 'thermometer' on the desk, leaving me to wait impatiently for him to finish.
"Alright, you know the drill. Mouth open." Saltzer turned around from where he had been fiddling with something. In his hand was held a familiar stick that I never wished to see again. Peter and Mike were rapidly making their way towards me, and I knew I didn't have much time. "AW HELL NAW! FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT!" I yeeted myself off the table, bolting for the door. The humans yelled at me, in two different tones. The guards sounded annoyed, telling me to freeze, while the scientist yelled that it wasn't that bad. I knew better though. It was the same stick that had caused me so much discomfort when they scraped it against my throat.
The door was shut, but I saw my chance clear as day in the vent next to it. I ripped the cover off, ignoring the scientist's pleas and scrambled deeper. It was honestly stupid of them not to have stronger ones after my first escape. Not that it would help much. I don't think you could really Bendy- proof anything besides a solid metal door. And even then I could possibly break through. I cackled at Mike's frustrated growl from behind me, before I disappeared into the depths.
⊱⊰ Mike's Pov⊱⊰
I banged my fish against the bottom of the vent as 6030 scampered out of reach. "Come back you little prick!" I heard it cackle from deep inside the ventilation shafts, and only felt my blood boil hotter. Not only was it the size of a child, but it could escape us as easily as a fly evading a flyswatter. "Missed it by an inch." I growled, retracting my arm from the vent. Peter grumbled curses, before picking up his radio. "Command? 6030 breached again. Same way, yes." I could practically hear the sigh from the other side of the radio. The lights started flashing and the usual spiel started about the containment breach.
The scientist next to me rolled his eyes. "Well? Aren't you two supposed to be looking for 6030? Its not like its going to just hand itself over judging on how much it hates the swabs." I considered scowling, but he had a point. I scoffed, before walking out. Peter followed in my tracks while Saltzer went to the cafeteria. 6030 wasn't considered dangerous enough for full- lockdown procedures. Especially in it's current form, despite what it would like us to believe.
⊱⊰ Bendy's Pov⊱⊰
I scurried deeper into the vents as alarms started blaring. It was so much easier to move around inside them now that I was small. I cringed at my own word choice. Well, at least I was technically taller then all the other cartoon characters to exist. While my show may have been cancelled, I had a physical form. Bet Micky Rat didn't have that.
I took a turn into another tunnel, crawling over a vent cover. The flimsy metal creaked under my feet. I only had a few moments to think, oh shit, as the cover caved under my weight- as low as it was- and sent me crashing to the floor. I groaned, coughing up the dust had had lodged in my throat. "Well well well. Who do we have here?" I quickly scrambled to my feet with a scowl. Of course it had to be my least favorite human in the whole facility. Simon was alone this time, a smug smirk on his face. A cast was wrapped around his hand, courtesy of the last time we met. "Y'know. I'd say we have some unfinished business." He continued, walking to lock the door he had probably come in from. He looked back at me with the same grin. "I'd like some compensation for what you did to me." I growled at his tone. I didn't like where this was going. I glanced around the room looking for an escape. The only door was locked and the vent was too high up for me to reach. There was an old camera in a corner of the room. I wasn't sure it was in working order through. The room was empty, save an old dusty desk in the corner. "So. You like lurking in random rooms then. And I thought I was supposed to be the strange one." Simon's smirk faded, before he scowled at me. "Get over here and I'll make this quick." I shook my head, letting my own grin form up. "No. I don't think I will." The man took a step towards me. I found myself taking a step back. "There's nowhere to run. Come here you little monster." My instincts gave me no heads up as he lunged for me. I jerked back, but his good hand still managed to find its way around my arm.
-Start possible trigger-
I writhed as he pulled me closer to his body. He shifted his grip so that his bad arm put me in a headlock. I snarled and screeched, but he payed me no heed. Oh how I hated this form. So weak. Can't even defend myself properly. Oh well. I can change back later and murder him. No mercy. I felt his free hand creep down my stomach, slipping down to my groin. I froze in shock. Nothing was there, of course, my form being too 'innocent' for anything of the sort to be there. My tail tried stabbing at the hand trying to violate me, but the tip was too dull to do anything but beat itself against it. I resumed my escape attempts with a new vigor. I felt gross inside. Disgusted. Humans were disgusting. This was wrong on so many levels. The man let out a frustrated sigh, before bringing me to the desk in the corner. He went to pin me to the desk, but I felt it.
Ink.
I heard the small jar bump against the bottom of the drawer. I could feel its contents slither out. I knew Simon didn't hear. He was too busy groping me. I finally opened my mouth, letting my voice take a deeper tone. "Let me go or you're going to regret it." He only chuckled, ignoring me. "No. I don't think I will, midget." I shrugged in indifference, before letting the ink surge. The small amount of ink inside the bottle acted as a gateway to what I had stored. I took a moment to look back at the man, letting a lazy grin slip onto my face. "You asked for it." I felt the desk become moist with the ink seeping through it. Simon noticed it too. "What the fuck?" He only had a few seconds to stare at me as the desk erupted into the black gooey liquid I had come to love.
-End possible trigger-
It only took a total of three seconds before the room was flooded. There was plenty of ink in the studio at my disposal. I watched the liquid churn around the room. It only reached up to Simon's knees, but it was more then enough to ḏ̸͗r̴͚̎ȍ̷͈w̸̘̿n̷̰̋ him. I chuckled, turning to look at him. The power had shifted yet again. He didn't look so high and mighty now that I had him trapped. The ink rose around his legs, lapping playfully. It wanted to have him. Drown him in the dark waters. I held it at bay for now. Now was not the time. Soon. It was my turn to advance. I walked forward, the ink around my waist letting me move effortlessly through it. The human would have no such advantage. "I told you would regret it." I gave him one last cheery smirk, before letting the ink loose. It roared around me in a frenzied wave, before crashing down on the man. He tried to scream, but the liquid only flooded into his mouth, muffling it. Nobody would ever hear him again. I watched the show from my spot in the middle of the room, grinning. The power felt good.
Soon enough, the struggle under the ink settled down. The room was still as I regarded the place Simon once stood. A nametag floated up, the stained name barely readable. I picked it up thoughtfully, before letting the ink return to the bottle. The room was soon completely dry, and there was no sign of what had ever happened, save for the tag I held in my hands. The body was gone. The ink took it. I hummed in delight, before walking over to the innocent looking inkwell. I picked it up, before pocketing both it and the nametag. The bottle would come in handy. I continued humming as I walked towards the door. I unlocked it with the code I remembered. I took once last look at the room, before scurrying away.
//Well, I did say I would combine the chapters once I got both parts out, didn't I? Have this long awaited chapter. I'm sorry for the wait.