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[You will believe- by CG5 ft DA Games]

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Thereafter he finally gets on his inky legs and finally regains his balance, another sight of her dead corpse only order him to fall again on his knees, incoherent thoughts buzzing within his mind. But stronger as ever, Bendy walks towards Dinah, in front of him, onto the wooden mess.

Lifting his arms in order to get this poor corpse out of this fatal destiny takes an incredible courage, as he lower his head so that her black pie-cut eye can't look directly into his eyes, that dark eye which express every feeling that might have been crossed her mind before she died in that stupid way, as he was chasing her. Lifting another time his head, he saw into her eyes no stress at all, like an acceptance for her death, suprise, sadness at the same time and maybe some regrets.

The second after, his head lowers another time yet: her look is unbearable. Oh, Bendy feels so guilty, so much guilty, and nothing can change that. He have now two choices: just put her in a coffin, or maybe try to resurrect her. Will she be happy to come back, with Joey being a total dick towards her?

He doesn't know, and in the same time, he succeeds as her white gloved hand is now free from the broken wooden plank which crossed it. He continues, and soon frees her other big inky hand and her two legs. Then come the largest wooden floorboard, that is completely crossing her chest, with her sweet inky heart at the tip of it, such as the piece of wood was proud to kill her and rip her heart from her rib cage.

Bendy tightens his jaws, seeing at the corner of his eyes her right eye still looking at his inky shape.

He remembers yet when she was still alive, when he was sitting cross-legged, his two hands opened, as ink was dancing in the air. Her eyes were wide opened, and she started to moving forward toward him, slowly. She had that shining into her inky curtain, her smile moved into a surprised expression, and Bendy then learned her how to control ink and to summon the Searchers.

But now that time was over, she's heartless (literally) and her soul must have quit this dark ink envelopp. Bendy reaches his hands for the inky heart, carefully pulling on it, and succeeds. Bendy take one step back, upturns the black organ which is in his dark hands (this is very organ-ized 😁).

He looks at the little scratches upon the back of the heart. It was almost unharmed, thick cold ink flowing a bit by the big artery. Calling a searcher, the Ink Demon instantly orders him to keep it safe until he reaches the room, giving him the precious heart.

As the minion goes away, the inky demonic shape turns his gaze back at her lifeless corpse, a wicked thrill running along his blackish body, as he takes another step towards her, holding his arms another time yet in front of him, pulling onto the wooden floorboard which crosses her opened wide chest.

He finally achieve so that the wood piece was threw away, far away, hitting the farthest wall of the wide room.

Her limp corpse falls directly onto his chest and shoulder, Bendy's arms instinctly wrapping around her waist. His breathings quickly stops, as her cold head nuzzles within his inky neck. Dinah's cold ink make every inch of his ink shiver.

Cautiously, he unwraps one of his arms in order to catch her two both knees, soon lifting her bridal style, her fragile head resting onto his shoulder yet. A small sigh escapes his mouth as his eyes rest upon the Devil's face another time.

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This is a real nightmare.

Bendy quickly runs, opens the door and closes it behind him, without any noise. His dark ink starts to drip from his head, running with all the adrenaline he made with this rush.

"BENDY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? COME BACK TO ME NOW!"

It's the first time Bendy disobeys to his Master, and Joey Drew's not gonna appreciate that. But he doesn't care, the most important thing is now Dinah's poor corpse.

"So... You're Bendy... Right?" she asks.
"Basically, yes, I am, Bendy the Dancing Demon." he replies.

After she lifts an eyebrows, she nods, her eyes always upon him.

"And you're the voice of my enemy, right?"
"I suppose, yes."

A great silence splits the room between the two people, which are looking in each other eyes blankly.

"Just one thing, Bendy..."
"Yes? What is it?" he questions, his attention drawing back to her.
"Do not hurt my Sammy, or you're gonna pay for it."

A grand silence drowns the atmosphere, when suddenly Bendy exploses and laughs hard, holding his sides with his enormous arms.

"What. Did. You. Found. Funny. In. My. Quest ?" she says, her teeth grinning and ready to spit venom.
"Oh nothing... Just the thought that how you're gonna beat an ink demon's ass. I'm very big and powerful, more than you certainly, I still don't know where do you find this courage and this calm in front of me, my dear Claire."
"Know that you're just ink. Keep it in mind, Mister edgy. As long as you don't ruin his life, we're gonna be the best pals. Am I right?"

His inky heart, inside his dark and skinny chest, resumes its great pace, as Joey's steps are getting louder. The Ink Demon stops his fake breathing, feeling Joey just behind the door. He can smell his incredible anger, a thirst of revenge that runs and pulses into his veins, his body sweating as his teeth grit.

"YOU HAVE ONE FUCKING MINUTE TO RETURN TO ME WITH CLAIRE DEAD OR ALIVE. IS THAT CLEAR?" The Creator yells for the last time, before his quick steps are getting far, now inseparable from the Ink Machine's noises.

Bendy resumes his breathing, while his heart reduces the pace, his ink still running and getting a bit sticky from the unbearable stressful rush and moment he has been through. Bendy's stealing Dinah from Joey, and he hates that. Soon, he will discover that he had killed her, and that's not gonna reassure the man, no, Bendy's sure that he will enter in a new form of hate towards his Creation, more than now, as Bendy has already heard Joey saying that he's an error, that they shall use human soul...

And that's what's happening. He had stolen the soul of his crush, the first soul of many in the future maybe, just so that he could be with her for eternity, without Sammy being between them. It's the worst thing that could happen to this delicate woman. She surely rejects her inky body, feeling as desesperate as he was when Joey first created him. Goddamn, she wasn't a toy to play with! Even human, Claire treated him like someone. Someone who's alive, a human-being. That human didn't deserve this.

His pitying gaze caresses her devil horns, detailing her very sharp horns, the darkness of her thick ink, the white color of her face under the very black liquid, her straight grey hair tainted by her own ink, her thin devilish tail that shyly rests upon her stomach, the big upside down heart at the end, sharp and completly wet from the same blackish substance.

Her still opened eye sends another time shivers down his spine. Walking quickly at the table in the center of the room, Bendy carefully puts her down on it, not even a hair or one of her feet exceed the wooden furniture.

Expiring, he sits down, slouching on a chair beside the table, his chin resting onto the wood piece, and one leg bend, the other completly outstreched, both of them under the big furniture. Soon, his arms evelopps his head, his eyes closing for a handful of seconds.

Thinking is now suffocating.

Every feeling of his being start to fight against each other, the sadness and the anger still domniate the others. He had a friend, a real friend. And he had always to fuck up everything. She just survived a couple of days, five for being exact. Not even a week.

Her life was short.

The wicked and corrupted heart of Joey reached his too, fulling his inky organ with all the regrets, hate and everything more he could fill with, stuffing antagonist feelings and sensations. Nothing is real. Nothing is imaginary. Everything is a web of falsehood. Joey's sharp mind and hands weaving every bit of it.

His crooked empire is burning under his touch, agonizing under his grasp, trying to breath under his dominant being. By the falling empire, a new one starts to erect from his ashes. The ink empire.

No one at his top. Just inky creatures with no leader. But for now, this empire is freezing, may the Devil bless this miracle, they don't need another empire to exceed the other now, it will be the anarchy.

Opening now his eyes, Bendy remove his arms from his sight by putting his chin on them, now gazing at the eternally sleeping creature before him. Her chest will no more raise and lower calmly, her grin will no more move, her hair will no more follow the movements of her devilish head, her inky curtain will no more shine with that curiosity. Nothing more. Nothing left. Destiny is a cruel creature. But for now, he has to wake up, he must go on, he must stop slouching, he must think about something else before he becomes nothing more but the shadow of what he is, who he was.

Suddenly, he gets up, waking him up immediately. The Ink Demon picks up his breathings, and puts his both hands upon the table, letting his head falling, expiring and inspiring in order to calm the wild beast inside his chest, and the wet and dark grey clouds within his eyes.

Bendy takes the quill, at the end of the wooden furniture, and looks at it, then back at her only visible eye. Sighing, he dips the tip of the quill in the ink of his left arm, feeding the quill with his formidable substance. Approaching her head, his hand, holding the instrument, slowly and carefully draws a black and thick line upon her opened eye.

Instantly, her eye closes, leaving just the line, sign that her eye is really closed. The Demon grasps a thick tea towel, wiping the extra ink upon her sweet black and white face.

He has almost forgot about the inky heart, seeing it freshly put at the other end of the table. His right hand grabs it, putting just in front of him, just in front of his eyes covered by the inky curtain. Simply by tighening his grasp around the heart, the inky organ resumes to beat, a quick pace, ink flowing again from it, his ink.

Injecting a bit more of his proper ink, Bendy quickly puts it into the great hole of her chest, as the organ instantly connected to her blackish flesh. Placing his big hand upon the open wound, his ink dripping from his hand, heals the big wound by being pouring in it, closing the big injury for all.

Maybe she can resurrect, as he has making her heart beat again? But no, she does not wake up, and the sound of her heart beating slowly fades away in the empty atmosphere of the room.

His hope fades away, a bit, too with the sound of life within her lifeless chest.

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After he had healed every wound of Dinah's corpse, he started to build her coffin, by using the old wooden floorboards, and some glass.

After being built, he connected it to the ink circuit, the ink can maybe feed her body, until he finds a way to resurrect her.

He finally takes her beautiful body, carrying her bridal style, and bring her to her new "home" from now, the yellow wooden coffin, with at the bottom of the entire coffin a kind of comfortable thin red pillow.

Bendy slowly and cautiously places Dinah in her little wooden house.His hands pulls back, leaving her alone from his contact onto her ink.

The Ink Demon's heart starts to go faster, while his hands are closing bit by bit her coffin.

Now this is finished, she's in her new home, far from him. She leaves behind her a very large empty space in his life, taking away the feeling for him to be someone. He is just something now.

This is only a matter of time before someone turns on the machine again, after she had accomplished the impossible a hundred of times and being turned off. The reborn of the Ink Machine is accompanied by the reborn of the wolf hidden under his sheepish clothes, the Devil behind the fake or real angel's wings.