Chapter's theme:

[Welcome to Freddy's- by Madame Macabre]

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Pulling another time onto the leash, Dinah starts to growl loudly, her head shaking violently as black ink dripped from her face.

"I told you that I can remove this leash in the only case that you are docile and obedient toward me, dear." Joey says, annoyance upholstering his voice
"Never!" Dinah claims clearly.
"Well, you're gonna be my panther now."

A deep growl escapes her throat as Joey keeps on walking, forcing the Devil to walk on all fours like a real panther, the ink of her legs shape into the paws and legs of the feline, her demonic tail wiggling in the air violently.

"I'm gonna introduce you to a good friend, and you better keep your mouth shut and being a docile Devil. Is that clear?"

Dinah doesn't want to respond to him. She wants, with all the force she has, to torture him slowly with an extreme pain. But why is her that harsh with her? She doesn't know, all she could remember are two blurry memories, where he just appeared one time, and he seemed happy. The other memory is a bit... Hum... She dosen't have words for this, but he did not appear here. But Bendy does.

She sighs as she realizes that they have already arrived where Joey wanted. In front of them, a great wall sports these words.

Music Department
Direction: Sammy Lawrence

Oddly, this place gives her an impression of déjà-vu, but this name... Sammy Lawrence... She knows that names, she knows it. In the second memory, the woman called a man Sam and Sammy multiple times... Is that can be that Sammy?

Dinah the Devil shakes her head in order to dismiss this thought. A pair of footsteps begins to be heard, the wooden planks cracking under them. Then two doors are open, and a tall dark blonde man appears in front of them, a little forced smile when he sees Joey.

When his gaze rested upon the inky devil, he loses his smile. His eyes analyzed every inch of the growling tall inky shape, forced to be chained to Joey by a leash and forced to be on all fours, its mouth opening occasionally to make loud growls and hisses.

"Well, Sammy, this is Dinah the Devil. Isn't she perfect and beautiful? '' Joey says, standing proudly beside the creature.
"Why did you put a leash on her?" 'Sammy' asks.
"Oh, this is because she is uncontrollable without, it was a pain in the ass with Bendy to make her lie onto the floor on her stomach to put that leash and collar, you know."
"But let that leash beside, I'm sure she won't escape-"
"Nah, I won't. I don't wanna chase her with Bendy in the corridors, I'm too old."
"And I think she won't escape. Let her some liberty, for goodness sake." the tall dark blonde man insists.

After that Joey sighs, he finally bends upon Dinah, removing the leash and the collar, and retreats a bit as fast as he could.

Slowly, the Devil stands up, earning a few centimeters tall by second. As she is finally stood up, with her whole length, she can touch the ceilling with her fingers, barely tip toeing to touch it with her full hand. Her ink is running a bit by the excitement to be finally on her two feet, and her tail wiggling gently. Lowering her head, Dinah can see Sammy's approaching from her, his eyes looking directly into her's.

"Wow... She is a bit as tall as Bendy. She is magnificent." he says breathlessly.
"... Sam?" her mouth let these words fall onto Sammy, as he's looking at her with disbelief.
"What? Nobody calls me Sam..."

Dinah can see that he had frozen from the name. And he can, because, his beloved, his dear Claire, used to call him like that, and no one else. And she disappeared yesterday, without any traces. She used to live here, in a room she settled by herself in the studios, since her appartment was at three hours from here, and even out there, there's not even a clue. She isn't at her parents' house, and they haven't seen her since a week.

Despite this, he has to be a bit normal, ignoring his infinite pain when his co-workers are near him. And when he is alone, he cries for his little devil to come back.

"Why do you call me like that?" Sammy asks, not sure if the creature could really talk.
"... I don't know... I have just in my mind your face with that name, and not your real name, Sammy." Dinah replies, an ocatve lower.

After these words, Sammy frozes entirely. It was her voice, Claire's voice, just an octave lower... Feeling that tears are making their way, Sammy controls them quickly, his gaze full of disbelief yet on the devilish inky shape. The hairs on his neck begins to lift, as she walks towards him, bending a bit to be on the same hight than him.

As Dinah doesn't move anymore, Sammy approaches the Devil, intrigued by the curtain of black ink covering her eyes. The tall man begins to hold his arm in front of him, wanting to reach the abyssal curtain.

As just one of his fingertips reach the running ink, a long dark inky hand, who seems to grow, wrap around his wrist, yanking on it brutaly, removing it from her face, with a growl and a little roar, approaching and dominating the dark blonde man with her now entire hight yet.

Joey, afraid of what could Dinah do, tries to yank Dinah's hand, and succeed. His cross pendent reveals itself as it gets out of the shirt with the sudden move.

Something starts to burn the Devil's inky skin. When she turns her gaze, she notices the pendent that Joey wears.

An holy cross.

Her eyes, under the thick dark ink cutain, start to open wide, a loud shout escaping her toothly mouth, her ink begins to boil at the revealing of the Christian famous sign.

The thick ink of her body starts to run at an horrible pace, retreating quickly to the darkest corner of the room, letting go at the same time the hand of the Music Departement director.

The two men, looking to the other with a confused look, gazes at the frightened Devil, trying to hide from them for no reason apparently. But Sammy suddenly notices that Joey's necklace is out of his shirt, the necklace that belonged Joey's mother.

"Is she afraid of your cross pendent?" the dark blonde man asks, lifting an eyebrows.
"Maybe... It would be awesome that Henry made her afraid of that kind of things, it'll be more easier to control her."

Joey is the first to move, approaching the Devil quickly, holding as far as he can his pendent from his neck, towards Dinah. She roars in pain, sobbing and begging for removing it from her. His face lights up, as a loud laugh comes from his mouth, looking behind him Sammy, who's shaking his head side to side, wanting Joey to stop.

After he sighs, the Creator puts his pendent right back under his shirt, stepping a little bit back, looking as Dinah breaths painfully, trying to regain her composure and her ink back, her face full of ink, even her smile is difficult to see.

"I think that you learned now a lesson, my dear." Joey adds, a smile at the corner of his mouth.

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"No... Please no! Make this cross getting the way out of here! Please, I'll do whatever you want!" Dinah pleads, putting a wet and ink dripping arm in front of her face, trying to covering her gaze from that damn cross.
"He he... All I want you is to stay calm in this room until I come back tomorrow in the morning."
"I guess I can stay calm all the night." Dinah confirms, obligated to say that as she doesn't want to have the bad consequences of what she could reply normally.
"Well, that's great. Have a nice night, I've hired a night guard, so beware of what you could do, my sweet pet" Joey winks, closing the door behind him.

Her fists tighten and her toes curl with the hatred she carries toward that disgusting and greedy man. A growl escapes her mouth as all she wants is to choke the Creator.

She tries to appease her quick breaths, looking yet at the door which Joey closed.

Suddenly, Dinah hears distant footsteps coming toward her location, sweet but dominant at the same time, moving quickly and creaking with the wooden planks in a beautiful harmony.

The Devil's eyes narrow as the footsteps soon come to an halt in front of her door ,a hand knocking gently at it. Wanting to know who is the misterious character, she replies to the knock with a little groan, retreating to the nearest darkest spot.

The stranger slowly open the door, looking left and right, and finally closes quickly the door behind him, back to the door, looking at every spot of darkness to see the inky abyssal shape.

Then two darkest orbs appears in the nearest shadows, looking intently at the man, who is no one else than Sammy, his hair falling a bit on his eyes.

"Ha! There you are... I'm so happy that you can talk... I have so much questions..." he starts.
"I don't wanna respond to them, Sam. Let me alone, would you?"
"Please... I need your help. You are the character that Claire gave it a voice, a magnificent and bewitching voice. Maybe you know something on her? Where did she go?"
"I'm sorry, but I know nothing about this Claire. I do not know what happened to her."
"O-okay... I see. Good night to you, Dinah."
"Good night, Sammy" The Devil replies.

With infinite sadness and disappointment, he finally leaves the room without any noise.

A kind of a flashback comes to Dinah.

The curly brunette jumps into Sammy's arms, nuzzling his nose, and giving little kisses onto every inch of his face.

"Do you know that I love you?" asks Sammy, lost into her eyes.
"No, I didn't know, my sweetheart." she replies with a big smile.

One of Sammy's hand approaches the woman's head towards him, kissing her lips passionately, and pinning her back gently onto the wall behind her.

Her hands press onto her head, a painful headache browsing into the deepest parts of her big head.

Was it that possible that that woman she saw was Claire? She cannot remember exactly who gives her voice, but she's sure that it was someone similar to her. Maybe it's a good thing that she can't remember anything from her, as long as her soul is certainly in her inky heart, keeping it beating. It will be too hard for Dinah to discover who she was before she was found in her body, being pulled away like we eat a snail and throw away its empty shell.

Her thoughts are pulled away by footsteps into the corridor, accompanied by a small whistling and noises of a full keyring being shaken.

"The nightguard," she thinks. "Now we can have some fun~"

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I can see you there,
Warm and light, why don't you share?

She starts to sing, and the nightguard turns around, looking at the shadows where she mats into the thick darkness.

Please do pardon me,
I can't help it,
Can't you see?
In this misery,
You can join our family.

She practically laughs out loud as the nightguard seemed to be scared for life, running, and entering into a room, quickly closing the door behind him.

Why'd you lock the door?
Don't you like us anymore?
This game's lot of fun,
You look funny when you run.

As she resumes to sing, the man opens quickly the door and runs for his life through the long corridor, Dinah simply walking calmly, now a bit far from him.

All of a sudden, the Devil rushes toward a wall, jump and then dives into the little ink puddle she created, and after browsing the messy and calling abyssal ink, she gets out of the little ink puddle, being directly arrived in front of the frightened man, who tries to run in the other way, but her white gloved hand grasps onto his throat, pinning him with force onto the left wall.

Dinah the Devil slowly approaches closer from her new prey, analyzing every inch of this man.

"Some said that my eyes are the last thing you see before you die. Wanna try?"

Her deep laugh echoes in the hallways, as, with one hand, she lift the black curtain up, revealing her animated cursed eyes, her sweet pie cutted eyes. As she winks, her dark inky hand knocks out the poor and scared man, her giggles getting louder as the unconscious body falls onto the yellow wooden floor.

Sighing gently and shaking a bit her head, she lifts the body and puts it onto her shoulder like a potato bag, and Dinah starts to walk into the big corridor.

At the wall at the end of it, an ink puddle appears as the Devil lifts one of her hands, saying a quick incantation by mouthing some words. As soon as she is near from it, her legs rush directly towards the puddle, and then jump in order to dive into the thick ink instantly.

At the other side of this ink portal, Dinah arrives in a dark and closed room, that Joey can't even open, as he said yesterday when they were walking nearby it.

"It will be perfect for him, Joey can't even reach here, so that little prey will blossom quickly here." the Devil says out loud.

Giggling a bit, she puts down the yet unconscious man, making him sitting back to the wall. Thinking a bit about what she learned with Bendy yesterday, she encased each wrists of her prey with her big hands, which have grew with excitement and impatience, leaving big strong black and inky bracelets upon them. Pulling on a side of them with her fingers, her thick ink creates strong chains linked with the bracelets, as strong as the iron ones.

As the inky chains were as long as she wished, Dinah crushed the extremities onto the wall, leaving an important amount of dark ink, which starts to become hard as seconds pass.

Satisfied with the result, her mouth curls in a smirk, sighing smoothly. Noticing a blank sheet of paper not far from her, the Devil walks towards it, taking it quickly, and writing on it.

Hey,
Hope that this is better than the bacon soup, and the meat has run, that's for sure.

As Dinah finishes to write, she sticks the note onto the nightguard's chest with some thick ink. And to make sure that he won't shout or something that will warn Joey or the other people down here, she puts her giant inky hand onto his lips, leaving an amount of hard ink, sticking his lips together.

The devilish inky shape extends her smirk, and finally turns back, leaving this dark place by an ink portal, and soon she arrives at the corridor she was before.

Dinah wanders between those walls, and starts to be drowned in a big cloud of thoughts, as she walks back to the room Joey used to let her before he leaves the place.

I'm going to take my revenge, Joey... Oh soon you will taste the thick ink of mine... In a bad manner...