∾ The Beginning of The End ∾
- Chapter 14-
Warnings for this chapter: Cursing, Gore
⊱⊰ Bendy's Pov⊱⊰
I was sat in a chair, the scientist across from me looking like he was trying to stare into my soul. I stared straight back at him; a lazy grin stretched across my face. He knew what I did. I knew that he knew that. My tail tapped idly against the floor, the new sharp tip clinking with each collision. I had all the time in the world.
"What did you do to Simon?"
My tail stopped tapping. It took the man ten minutes but he finally said it. I only chuckled, instead of giving the man what he wanted. It seemed to frustrate the hell out of him as I watched him tighten his grip on his clipboard. I could tell what he wanted to say. Ask me questions to no end. But he couldn't. He was too scared. Scared of me. Good. Fear is an excellent thing to have on your side. Terrify your enemies before they even dare challenge you.
"What did you do to Simon?"
"̵̞̂Ị̷̈́ ̷͎̀g̴̹̓ỏ̵͓t̵̲̀ ̵̠̄r̵̢͝i̷̻̓d̵̯͝ ̷̰́o̵̺͂f̵̻̀ ̶͗ͅh̵̭́i̶̘͆m̶͈̊.̴̘̀ ̴͔͐P̶͔̾e̶͖͒r̴͎͆m̵̨̊a̴̘̍n̶̺͂e̵̻̒n̷͚̆t̶̜̀l̶̞͊y̴̭͛.̴̹͒"̶̛̻ I grinned sadistically at him. There was no use hiding it forever. My tail resumed moving, swaying and tapping on the floor. I heard the man swallow thickly, before continuing his search for answers. "Why?" I snorted. "̵D̷i̸d̷ ̵y̸o̴u̷ ̸r̴e̶a̶l̷l̸y̸ ̷a̶s̸k̴ ̵m̸e̷ ̷s̷u̷c̵h̷ ̶a̸ s̶͑͜t̷̹̄ŭ̸̦p̶̬̕i̷̩̽d̴͕̔ ̵q̷u̶e̷s̷t̵i̶o̷n̷?̵"̸
"Well... Yes." He seemed to gain confidence. "Yes, I did. Answer the question." I only chuckled. The sound seemed to melt what bravo the doctor had gained. ̴͓̿"̷̦͗F̸̳́ọ̶͒r̴͙͗ ̵̬̅t̶̩̀h̴͎́ë̷̞ ̷̨̈́s̷̼͂i̶̯̓ḿ̷̨p̵̬͋l̸̳̽ē̸̱ ̸͕͛r̶̭̈ę̶̏á̶̞š̴̞ö̴̡́n̸̨̔ ̷̮̉Í̸̩ ̶̲͂c̵͈͠ó̸̳ů̶͜l̷͙̚d̴̮̃.̸͇͒"̸͙̉ The man withered in his seat. Cowardice.
I raised a claw to lazily pick at my teeth. There were more guards then average in the corner. My usual two were still there, but they had been joined by four more. I glanced at the strangers with a disdainful look. They knew I didn't like them. So did the scientist. The man took a deep breath, before continuing.
"Why did you hide your abilities from us?" I paused what I was doing, before shaking my head. "̵I̸ ̵s̸a̵w̴ ̶n̵o̷ ̶r̵e̸a̷s̷o̸n̸ ̴t̴o̴ ̸g̶i̸v̴e̶ ̷y̷o̶u̴ ̸a̶n̴ ̵a̶d̶v̴a̵n̵t̶a̴g̴e̸.̴"̶̶ The man seemed relieved we were getting somewhere. "Can you show us now?" I looked at him. "̵N̶o̸.̴"̵
The man continued to pester me for answers.
"Can you demonstrate what you did to Simon?"
"What can you do?"
"How do you use your abilities?", closely followed by:
"How did you get your abilities?"
...
"If you don't show us, we'll have to upgrade your class. That means no more wandering around and breaches will be taken more seriously."
All of his questions were met either by silence or a short answer.
"̵I̷'̷m̸ ̷n̵o̵t̸ ̵g̵o̸i̸n̷g̷ ̴t̷o̴ ̴t̸e̷l̷l̴ ̷y̸o̶u̶.̸ ̵T̵h̸a̸t̵ ̷i̸n̶c̸l̷u̵d̵e̷s̴ ̵s̷h̴o̴w̶i̸n̷g̵.̷ ̶L̵e̷a̷v̶e̵ ̶m̴e̶ ̷a̵l̷o̷n̴e̸.̷"̶ I finally lost my patience. I didn't have much in the first place. Never had, and seemingly never will. "We won't ever leave you alone about this." I moved to stand up, the scientist following me with his eyes. The guards moved forward, the new ones lingering behind. It was clear they didn't want to be anywhere near me.
"̸I̸f̸ ̷y̸o̷u̷ ̴w̵o̵n̵'̶t̴ ̸l̸e̴a̵v̴e̷ ̸m̴e̴ ̷a̷l̸o̷n̴e̴,̶ ̶t̵h̶e̵n̷ ̴c̸o̷n̵s̷i̵d̷e̷r̷ ̷o̷u̶r̴ ̴r̴e̴l̶a̵t̴i̵o̴n̷s̴h̸i̵p̶ ̷o̸v̵e̸r̴.̸"̶ ̵ The scientist jumped up at that. "Hey! What do you mean over? You can't just walk away from us." It was obvious he was alarmed, and probably questioning my sanity. Heh. "̴O̴h̴,̵ ̷r̶e̵a̸l̴l̴y̴?̸"̶
I turned to stare at him, keeping half a mind on the guards. "̸I̴ ̸c̷a̸n̶ ̴d̵o̸ ̵w̴h̶a̸t̸e̵v̵e̴r̶ ̶I̷ ̸w̸a̴n̶t̶.̵ ̸I̸t̵ ̷w̸a̶s̷.̸.̸"̵ I paused to think of a word. "̵N̸i̶c̸e̵ ̷t̴o̵ ̴w̸o̴r̶k̶ ̷w̵i̶t̷h̴ ̶y̸o̶u̴.̸"̷ I turned with a fake dramatic bow, the scientist sputtering in disbelief. The guards watched me in confusion as I walked to a wall.
I paused in front of the wall, remembering something, before turning around again. I reached up to the collar around my neck, "̴Y̵o̷u̸ ̵m̵i̸g̴h̸t̶ ̴w̸a̸n̵t̵ ̷t̷h̵i̸s̷ ̴b̶a̸c̷k̴.̷ ̸I̶ ̵s̶u̷r̸e̸ ̶a̵s̶ ̶h̵e̴l̷l̴ ̷d̶o̷n̷'̵t̴.̷"̴, and with that I tugged it through my neck. The humans all stared in shock. I tossed the metal ring onto the table, and without further ado, summoned the portal to take me home.
The ink crawled on the wall as I lightly scraped my claw against it. The guards gaped for a second, before rushing to grab me. I could hear the Saltzer scrabbling notes in his clipboard as he followed. I disappeared into the wall just as the first guard reached me. I didn't know him. The portal closed off on his hand, and I watched as the severed limb fell in with me.
I walked over to it without reopening the portal. I picked it up, inspecting it. It was cleanly cut off just above the wrist. It was already covered in blood from its short time of laying on the floor. I didn't mind the gore; I was more focused on other things.
... I can eat this.
I stood up again, hand still in my hand, staring at my surroundings. A dark room, ink coating ever surface. There were no entrances or exits. I walked over to the only visible defect in the room. I crouched down again, looking at the lump next to the wall. The ink moved away for me, revealing the treasured substance underneath. It was a drawer with bacon soup cans in it.
I quickly counted them, satisfied that everything was in place. Thirteen cans. That could last me about a month and a half. And the hand. I glanced at it again, before deciding to eat it first. Cooked, of course. I wasn't completely barbaric.
I teleported out of my saferoom, into the main studio. Home. It was almost like I never left. Well, besides the bloody appendage that I still clung on to. I walked off into the depths, in search of a suitable place to cook my meal in peace.
⊱⊰ Back in the foundation...⊱⊰
Alarms were blaring as scientists scurried about. It had only been a few minutes since 6030 had left, but people were still rushing to find out where it went. A breached SCP was a serious issue for a site that already had two Keter class anomalies.
Currently, Saltzer was in the main control room, pacing back and forth as the technician next to him tried to reconnect the tracking chip. Of course, they had put a tracking chip on 6030. They would be stupid not to. It seemed like whatever teleporting gimmick it had going on messed with the systems though, needing this situation to occur.
There had originally been two on the SCP, but it had thrown away it's collar, limiting it to only one. The chip had been snuck into it's bowtie, and the foundation could only pray it wasn't lost.
"Hurry up! The longer this thing is out there the larger the chances of it being spotted!" Saltzer snapped at the man, stressed beyond his years. If he lost his position because of this... it wouldn't be good for him, that's for sure.
The technician could only fiddle harder, annoyed at the doctor, yet he understood. He'd be in trouble too if he failed to get it connected in time. As if the electronic gods had blessed them, the chip beeped to life. The scientist practically ripped open the computer next to him to see where the SCP was located.
It went back to the studio...? But that's impossible... It's been locked as soon as we left with 6030... Wait a second... Did... 6030 lock the studio from us...?
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⊱⊰ 10 minutes later...⊱⊰
A bus screeched to a halt outside of an old abandoned building. It was solid metal, unlike your regular commuter's bus. There were no windows besides the driver's, which was darkened.
Another bus parked besides the first. And then another. The three busses opened their doors, armed soldiers swarming out. They shouted orders at each other as some went to stand guard near the busses. They'd make sure no civilians came close during the operation.
The mass of humans separated into three groups. They carried all types of equipment- from guns to reality stabilizers. One group was tasked with carrying the equipment- which included food- into the studio. Why did they need all that stuff? From 6030's coordinates in the studio, it was nearly a hundred feet below ground. They didn't know how long they'd be down there.
Each member of each squad had a wristband. The wristband had three purposes: One, keep track of everyone's location. Two, keep tabs on bodily functions (such as heartrate...). Three, track 6030.
When everything was set and ready to go, the first group hesitantly entered the building. It contained members of the group who had originally captured 6030. It included its youngest member.
It looked the same exact way they had left it. The same, rank ink smell still assaulted their noses. They cautiously inspected the main floor for any changes, the other two groups filing in after them.
James froze. He was the kid who had originally caught 6030, and he could remember it as clear as day. The hole in the wall he and 6030 had burst out of was no longer there. It was boarded up with the same old boards they had seen covering similar holes. Somebody had been there.
The kid pointed this out to his group leader, who called out for his men to be on high alert. They couldn't risk any accidents. With newfound caution, they continued to investigate the floor.
...
"Sir?" A man called out, standing in front of a large pit. "Sir, you need to see this." The group leader entered the room, before pausing at what was in front of him. The small doorway had given into a massive chamber, in which there was a deep hole in. He could see chains leading down into the dark sinkhole. Chains. That must mean something is attached. And what does that sign say? 'Ink Machine'?
He turned to the small device next to the railing. It looked like it needed something. The chest on the other side of the small deck was open. The man peeked over to look inside it. Something resembling a battery popped out at him. He picked it up, before placing it inside the device. It fit perfectly. He turned to his soldier. "Find me another one of these."
A few minutes later, both power cells were in. The man flipped the lever next to the device. The chains leading into the depths started to move. They creaked and shuddered with each link that was brought up. The noise attracted the rest of the humans, who were quick to hurry into the room. The group leader peered down into the hole, watching as a giant machine was brought to the surface.
What in the world?
The man looked to the others with a confused expression, before turning away to think. "...Let's turn it on."
The groups scattered over the floor to complete the tasks they were given. The audio recordings they found were quickly listened to and recorded to be sent back to the main base. They helped a lot with completing the tasks.
Aside from a plank falling and hitting a guard on the head, who was completely fine, the items were quickly gathered. The men were confused on why an animation studio needed sacrifices to the gods, but hey, wasn't their problem. They just needed to find 6030, and maybe this 'ink machine' was the key to it.
A scream rang through the hall when a guard went to press the button for the ink pressure. "The cutout! The cutout moved!" The others didn't believe her. She was taken out of the studio just in case.
The humans gathered in the ink power room, before the main group leader hesitantly looked at the switch. Was this the right decision? What if he pulled it and all of his men were killed? He hesitated a second more, before figuring, 'what's the worst that can happen?'
With a final pull of a lever, the Ink Machine burst to life.
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//Hey! Look who finally updated! Its-a me! This chapter took so long, but goodbye writer's block! Hopefully I can pop out another chapter soon. Things are about to get interesting...
Side note, I'm planning on basically rewriting the entire story once its finished. Some chapters may not be permanent, especially the older ones.