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[The Monsters Under My Bed- By The Aviators]
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"Don't call me like that, Dinah. And I'm not the second Devil here, you are tho."
"And if I wanna be the first down here? What will you do? You wanna fight again? Don't you remember that you didn't want to continue the battle last time 'cause you were losing?" Dinah laughs deeply, smirking and wiggling her inexistant eyes brows.

The brown male Devil sighs deeply, shaking his head right to left. He's kind of monster that's cold and frightening in the outside, and as cold and as funny in the inside.

"So, how was it? Was it cool to return in the studio?"
"Not as cool as I imagined, but kinda. I've met Bendy and we fought-"
"And you win?" The Devil asks, smirking.
"Nah, something had made me choke, and he flew away. I kept searching for him, but I soon met Alice Angel, who had chained me. I quickly unchained myself and made her my personal slave and lackey."
"Wow...I have no words."

Dinah laughs while finishing her invigorating drink.

"I have tortured her, and that was the best part. She was a sobbing and crying mess."
"So proud of you dear, it seems that you're a real Devil, don't ya?"
"Of course? Isn't it written in my name?"

Dinah smirks wider, and watches as the Devil orders a glass of scotch. The Dragon, nammed Draco, soon brings him a glass with the precious liquid, a fresh eyeball still bleeding swim in it, like he loves.

"Thanks dude. Perfect as always"
"You're welcome, my friend."

The Devil drinks his scotch in a row, and chews on the eyeball, putting his glass on the wooden counter and placing his right elbow on it.

"So, what are you gonna do then?"

The inky Devil sighs at his question, shrugging slightly. She had to find Henry before Bendy, she knows that he's gonna kill him if he lays one of his claws on him. Hope that what she planned is gonna work.

"I dunno pal. I'm gonna find my father."
"And then?"
"You'll see it. I need first to keep him far from Bendy, or he will kill him."

The Devil hums in approbation, looking at the empty glass on the counter. He lifts his yellow eyes upon the inky Devil beside him, smiling softly.

"Have you planned to kill someone?"

Dinah smirks widely, looking in his eyes, laughing deeply.

"We'll see that later, don't we?"

The brown Devil laughs loudly, smirking again, looking at her with kinky eyes, wiggling his eyebrows. She's a really daredevil, of course she's going to kill someone in the end, just for fun. Smiling another time yet, she stands up with all her height, slightly taller than the brown animal.

He gets up too, lifting his head in order to look into her thick inky curtain that hides her eyes.

"Where are you going?" he asks, lifting an eyebrow.
"In my Kingdom. I'm gonna see my people, my dear inky splotches" her smiles shakes.

The male grins, tighening his grip around his golden trident, his left hand approaching the cigar from his lips. Her grey hair slowly moves with the sweet breeze from the opened door, not so far from the bar.

"Have fun in yours, your dear Inkwell Hell."
"Yeah, don't worry about that, my dear. Have fun talking with inky puddles."
"Have fun talking to 2D cartoons and your stupid dice lackey"

Dinah laughs at his annoyed expression, tapping softly his shoulder, leaving thick sticky ink on his fur.

"Hey! Watch out! You're going to make my precious fur dirty!"
"Don't worry, I made it on purpose"

Dinah winks at him, before melting into an ink puddle that soon disappears in the ground. The brown animal grunts deeply, narrowing his eyes, putting one elbow on the counter.

"You're with me or not?"
"I'm with you on it, boss" Draco replies while nodding quickly.
"Good."

The cartoon brown Devil smirks widely, turning around to exit his casino and walking towards his home.

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Exiting her inky puddle on the wall, Dinah's dress and necklace disappear instantly as she walks within the corridors. She loses her mind in the endless wooden planks.

Her friend and co-Master of The Hell was the only one to help her when she fell within their Kingdom, after she died in the hand of Bendy. The Devil helped her in order to be able to fight against her foes and to gain a proper form in his world.

She's so lucky to be his friend, and to lead the Hell with him. He's the only one she can rely on, as everyone has betrayed her. But he seems weird though, he starts to be more aggressive with other people which talk to her. The Devil is a whole mystery, and Dinah's not gonna decipher it now.

The Devil's eyelids seem so heavy as she yawns. Turning at the end of another corridor, Dinah soon arrives in front of a wooden door with some dry ink on it. On of her inexistant eyebrows lifts as she looks suspiciously at the door, soon putting her hand on the knob.

Turning it carefully, the door opens on a big room with a great bed, three other doors at the left and right walls. The wallpaper is yellow and a bit scratched there and overthere. The bed sheets seem clean, but have some inky dots, contrasting with the whiteness of this blanket.

The thick white bed sheets and the mattress appeals to her, in order to give it in and sleep well into those comfy fabrics. Feeling as her mind was getting foggy, the Devil soon decides to move her whole inky body towards the comfy bed, sitting on it before. She slowly closes her eyes, memories coming in her thoughts.

"It's all in your head." He tries to say. "Close your eyes, and they go away."

The distorted body of Dinah nods shyly, and her pie-cut eyes closes, nothing but black is present within her closed eyelids. So he locked her in, as the night begins. He locked her within her deep fears, within her formidable thoughts. The nightmare has just begun when she finally sees a distant shape. She sees the long teeth behind the smile, the smile of the deep and dark night.

The voices of the poor innocent souls start to emerge underneath her knees on the ground. But she soon notices something she shouldn't have seen. Shooting open her eyelids, she starts to cry while looking at the animal in front of her.

"I'm so afraid... Please... Take me... Take me out of this...Let it end..."

Her cries intensify, her hands pushing harder on her inky head, soon soaking into it.

Dinah opens her eyes, taking a breath she held back too long. Her head spins like crazy, and before she knew, her torax lays upon the white sheets, her inky chest lifting quicker.

It was the worst memory she ever had since she's been brought to life, from that dark substance. Her eyes are going right to left, her thoughts rushing too fast within her mind. Her life before is so blurry, just some memories came to her mind when she had woken up. She can't even realize that she had been training and waiting for 30 whole years, with her friend, waiting so that she can take her revenge.

Anger burns her mouth. The only complete memory was when Bendy chased her and killed her. Dinah growls loudly, putting her hands upon her covered eyes. Her ink is twitching from tiredness.

Rising her upper body, she lifts her legs away from the blanket, sliding them directly under the cozy bed sheets. Her back finally meets the comfortable mattress. A sighs leaves the small space between her toothy grin, a new feeling running through her thick ink.

Surprisingly, her dark corpse doesn't even stains the sheets. Her head comfortably lays upon a white pillow.

Looking at her right hand, her long and disgusting dark inky hand, she sighs deeply and calmly. Her hand falling on the bed sheets, sleep conquers her mind, closing her eyelids slowly, taking her whole into a peaceful slumber.

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Bendy had lost Henry within those wooden walls. After searching a bit more, he completely gave up for now. The Ink Demon is now walking into the endless corridors

But something takes all his attention. Stopping right beside a complete dark door, Bendy stays puzzled. The dark color of the door was moving, and was quite appeasing, with nothing more than inky sounds, no cries nor supplications.

Curious about this new sensation and view, the Ink Demon teleports himself across the door, his head quickly coming out from the inky puddle he creates on the other side.

All the room is dipping into a black and appeasing atmosphere, that color moving like slow waves. He can notice that the room is very peaceful, only a long and steady breath coming from the bed. Lifting an inexistant eyebrow, the inky man gets out of his ink portal, slowly approaching the sleeping shape in the bed, under the white bed sheets.

They rise slowly, with its chest. Bendy can discern a steady heartbeat, which is accompanied by the calm moves of the color.

Looking left and right, then behind him. Nothing. Good. He approaches a little more, looking at the half-face which is not immersed in the pillow. This gray long and straight hair... These devilish horns... This ink... Wait, is Dinah sleeping in a bed? Right in front of him?

Bendy would have laugh about that, but if he wakes up the Devil, he's gonna have a really bad time.

She's laying on her stomach, a good part of her hair covers her right cheek, the other is laid on the pillow. Her hair is all around her whole head, lifting as her back rises. One hand is under the pillow, the other is probably under too. The blanket stops at her shoulders.

But what Bendy finds curious is that there's not even a bit of fresh ink on the whiteness of the blanket. Nothing new. She must control her ink, which is a complicated thing. Bendy never succeed to sleep in a bed without leaving a pool of ink under his chest and head.

Nevermind. The Ink Demon slowly makes his way back, quickly as he tries to make the less of noise possible. Reaching the door, he invokes another portal and teleports across the door like before.

Finally out of it, a big smirk curls upon his toothy grin. How could someone believe that? The Devil needs to sleep too!

His smile shakes fast as he decides to walk a bit longer into the corridor before returning to his place, to his throne. It was an incredible day, today.

Sure, but what you've seen was only the beginning, Bendy. Believe me.