Chapter's theme:

[Blair Witch Rap (Don't Put Me In A Corner) - by JT Music]

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Dinah's eyes narrows as she's looking at Henry. She had given a bacon soup to the old man. Yeah, it was pretty strange that soup can be good yet after thirty years. But anyway, the man in front of her seems so... Different. He knows why he's here, she knows it. But he doesn't want to tell it.

Henry's anxious gaze meets the grand creature's one, sitting at the other side of the table, one horrible and long arm resting on top of it, the other bending, so that she can rest her head upon her wrist. Her twisted smile with seven teeth is shaking, ink rolling like an infinite waterfall, but never touching the furniture nor the ground.

"So... How did you come back to life..?"

A long hiss exits her parted teeth, her right hand sinking into the wood of the table.

"The Ink Machine..."
"Of course..."
"Why are you asking me this? If you knew that we're all coming from the Ink Machine?" Dinah asks, her smile curling downward.
"I just wanted to make sure that it was right." Henry responds, folding his arms, as he had finished his soup.

The Ink Devil sighs, gets up and takes the empty soup bowl, putting it into a sink, not so far from the table.

"For the first time..."
"For the first time what?" Henry asks quickly, lifting an eyebrow.
"I came out of the Ink Machine the first time." Dinah turns around, and walks toward Henry. "But then that bastard..."
"Who?"
"Bendy..."

Ink is furiously running on her face, her smile widening and curling a little bit more downward. She takes another step, her head lowering so that she can see that old man's face closer. Gripping on his left arm, her smile shakes. Henry tries to swallow his saliva, but he can't. It's like Dinah paralysed every limb of his poor body.

"He had killed me. He killed me... And now I'm gonna make my revenge..."
"How?"
"You'll see that soon, dear dad, you will see..."

After a small silence, she talks again.

"So then I woke up when you turned on the Ink Machine. Little and short story, but not for long."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing you could understand now."

~

He had fallen asleep pretty quick. Dinah's suddenly thinking about something she had heard 'Oh so much'. What if...? Could she even do that? She doesn't know if it works.

She remembered when he gave his address to Claire, and the path he gave too. It was not so far from here, she hopes. Well, it seems that the plan improves.

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"That's what I call something very very funny."

The Ink Demon looks at the corpse of Alice Angel. She's on the ground, an enormous hole in the chest, her ink heart just beside her. A huge puddle of ink under the corpse was coming from the yet fresh wound.

"That's what I call something very hilarious too!"

The other person walks out of the darkness, getting closer from the body, and crouching right beside it.

"Why?"
"Why what? You found it funny too."
"But it's normal, I've got my own reasons. You don't have any one."
"She talked to me like I was one of her minions, that counts."
"M'okay."

Bendy puffs a dark smoke, the large room getting black all over the walls, the chandelier lightening up only the two characters. A long silence is growing up quickly, as they are looking at the dead ink body.

"What are you going to do with the body?"
"Oh... I'm gonna throw her into the ink dimension. It's gonna improve a little bit my powers."
"That's cool, you've got some more powers from a complete hoe."

The twisted laugh of the demon echoes within the dark walls.

"What about Dinah?"
"She has a plan."
"For what?"
"I only know that's just for you. I don't know what's she's going to do with you. She hasn't got any confidence in anyone... Or maybe one of us knows something..."
"I want to see HiM." Bendy roars, his large smile widening.

~

She could have told Sammy that he had to watch her part of the studio until she came back, but she doesn't want to bother him in his office, or the music room. Is he over there? Maybe he's somewhere else?

No, she doesn't want, he's going to ask a hundred of questions about her goal. Taking a deep breath, she walks forward, a certain excitement running all over her mind. She goes down the stairs of the Music floor, toward the real exit of the studio. Dinah cannot exit by the first door of the studio, it has a too strong Christian presence right behind it. Surely a Holy cross hanged on the door.

Shaking her head in order to dismiss her thoughts, she then opens the door, facing a little corridor with a lift at the end. Her tail behind her undulates calmly, hiding a growing excitement. Is she able to do that?

She instantly walks, trying to avoid the question.

"Of course, and it's gonna change my plan, 'cause I'll have some more pressure to add on him. He will not escape me." she thinks.

Finally reaching the old elevator, Dinah presses the highest button, level T. Her heart is fluttering in her chest. The growing excitement tries to take over, but the Ink Devil resists with all her might. Yes, it'll be the first time she'll see the Surface, as she heard lots of things about it. Now, it's not the moment to dream and to wander throught this new land.

As the elevator stops, the ink creature exits as soon as she can the cabin. Walking down on a hall, she reaches a door.She melts into an ink puddle, and crosses the door by the bottom of it.

Suddenly, a cold and fresh air hits all her thick ink. The freezing light of the Moon blinds the Ink Devil for a moment, way too different from the old yellowish light of the studio. After blinking a bit, she opens completely her eyes.

Behind her, the door and the hall lost the dark color. It was like the Surface was repelling her ink, but not her corpse. Maybe it was like the Cartoon Devil? Was she immuned against the odd power of the humans' world?

The questions are still in her mind when she's walking in the shadows, trying to avoid that cold and shivering light. Looking up in the sky, Dinah's eyes open wide in front if that endless ceiling.

It's like a magnificent painting. Little white lights are shining together, like a bunch of diamonds on a dark blue blanket. Some were shining in red or in a light blue, accompanied by others which were just shining in white.

When The Ink Devil's gaze looks directly into a complete circle of light, her lips open in awe. That white star is shining brightly, and is creating that cold light. On that white star, she can see some little grey stains.

But the freezing light isn't the only light to light up the street. Lowering her view, the Ink Devil glares at those weird long lamps. They all have a yellowish light, just like the studio. This thought makes shiver appearing in her dark skin.

Taking a great breath, she concentrates onto Henry's words.

"I'm here if you want someone to talk or a place to sleep, far from that damn studio. I live at the 66 Second Street, so just have to turn to your left when you exit the studio, you walk forward and turn to the right, then left."

Yes! That's it! Dinah starts immediatly to walk, trying to exploring at the same time, hidden in the shadows, far from the light.

" That's kind of you Henry, but I don't know if I can stay in your home even for just a coffee. Sammy's so gripping on me, I don't have the possibility to breathe..."
"Claire! WHAT DID I SAY LAST TIME?"

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"Do you know something about what Dinah's planning?"
"Nope, you neither?"
"Yes. She wouldn't talk to me on that subject."

Henry's gripping on Gargoylya arm, while she's healing him. The Projectionist is looking at him with an hostile glare. The ink gargoyle looks at the old man then her friend, smiling.

"Don't be afraid Henry, he won't do a thing on you."
"I see that no-one had ever stolen your five hearts..."
"Norman? Seriously... He was working for Alice. Now it's good!
"Is that a proof that he's not bad?"

Gargoylya bites her lip, turning her head, trying not to insult the Projectionist. But it's too strong.

"You bag of pricks, have Dinah doubt about you for so long? I don't think so."

Still not turning her head back, the ink gargoyle hears a chilling scream. At the second she turns her head, a balled fist hits with a great force her cheek, making her fall on the ground, off the sofa.

Groaning painfully, she holds her opened stitches, while opening her eyes and sitting on her elbows. Her eyes open wide when she sees Norman approchaing from Henry, one of his hands ready to choke the old man.

With all her force, she gets up, and jumps toward the Projectionist, tackling him down on the wooden floor. Gripping on his throat, she lifts his head and hits it on the ground harshly, shouting with an incomprehensible and distorted voice, like a voice which was tortured by Hell.

The Projectionist squirms, and frees himself out of her strong grasp, punching her directly into her face again. The poor gargoyle screams louder from pain, trying to stop the bleeding, coming from her opened stitches.

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There it is...

66, Second Street. Just in front of her. A little house is here, all windows and curtains closed.

Of course... It's late in the night, probably 2 am.

Approaching from the house, an idea emerges in her mind. At the second she approches from the door, no Moon light near it, her dark color takes the walls in front of her and beside. Putting one hand on the wall, she finally hear two heartbeats, pumping gently: they're sleeping.

Her wicked smile curls upward once again, her ink flowing on her face, her tail behind her whipping the fresh air. Her head jerks sometimes. Dinah's finally in front of the now dark yet darker door. Closing for a second her eyes, the Ink Devil invokes an ink portal, and teleports through the door.

Inside the house, it's all comfy and warm. The very opposite of the studio. As the ink creature starts to turn to the right and  walks forward, toward the two loud heartbeats, she sees something that's taking her attention.

In fact, it was like an horrible vision that was giving her nausea.

Right in front of her, on the wall, was a drawing from Henry: she can recognize the little details he used to add. On the old drawing, there's three characters: Bendy, Boris, and her. Dinah the Devil. The little Devil is smiling, full of joy, holding Bendy's hand, while Boris was holding the other hand of the little cartoon panther. Bendy was smiling at her, an unknown glow in his cartoon eyes.

Her head is jerking faster, as the world is spinning around her. How could Henry draw that? Doesn't he know that she's Bendy's foe? She hate him from the bottom of her ink heart, she wants to tear his inky limbs apart, while conquering all his ink and territory. She wants him dead. And he wants her dead too. She's sure about that.

Ignoring her nausea, she continues down the corridor, her dark color becoming unstable. The heartbeats are becoming louder as she approaches from the end of the hall, where two doors are not far from each other.

She walks faster, and waits in front of the second door. The heartbeat is so sweet that she wants to tear off that heart and eat it immediatly. The beats are making shivers down her inky spine. Bitting her lower lip, she finally decides to teleport across the door.

Even if the room is greatly in the darkness, she can see that the room is in a purple color. Suddenly, a little shape moves in the bed in front of the door. Her smile widens, her legs moving toward the little sleepy shape. It's a child.

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"DINAH ! HELP ME!"
"No one's gonna save you, Gargoylya! I knew you were always the one that needs to leave. I, Norman, the Great Projectionist, am the only one that can be her sidekick! I'll not let you steal it!"
"You're just a monster! How can she let you alive?"

Hissing her words, Gargoylya jumps on Norman, trying to crush his ink neck. Norman takes a hold on her arms, and tries to repell her hands which are strangling him. The ink gargoyle folds one of her leg, and kicks with her knee right into his stomach.

Gripping her spear behind her and taking it into her two bare hands, she's not quick enough, as Norman pulls on her right foot, making her fall on the wooden floor.

~

She carefully crouches at the right side of the bed, looking at the sleepy face which's showing off the blanket. It's a girl. A little girl with brown hair. Her features look so peaceful, her sweet breath reaching Dinah's face. Yes, she's close. The taste of that young heart is already in her mouth, her legs shivering at the think of it.

The Ink Devil slowly raises one hand, and approaches from the sleepy and very young demoiselle, the tip of her spiky finger stroking the warm and tender cheek.

"DINAH! HELP ME!"

The strong thought makes her index diving into the warm flesh of the girl's cheek. What the fuck is happening at rhe studio?!

The little child suddenly wakes up with a start, looking directly into the ink of the enormous head that's right beside her bed. Dinah slowly gets up, her head nearly touching a wooden beam in the ceiling. Seeing the kid's mouth starting to open, Dinah quickly puts her enormous ink hand on the lower part of her face, letting a little space between the index and the middle finger for the fresh bloody wound.

Shaking at the feeling of the child's mouth trying to open and to pronounce words, she lowers her head and, opening her teeth, the ink creature lets her long and inky tongue out of her mouth. The huge tongue approches the little space between the two fingers and licks eagerly the blood on the wound.

It's like an electric shock. The ferrous taste of the girl's blood on Dinah's tongue tastes like the lightest pit of Hell. It's so much good. The child beneath her grasp is shaking wildly as tears are falling on her ink, making it thicker.

"Do not worry, my dear, I'll come back for you and the other one... Soon... They're doin' some bad things when I'm not in the studio. See you later in your nightmares little child."

A big smile curls its way onto her features, removing her hand. The second the disgusting ink hand is removed from her mouth, the little girl screams from the bottom of her lungs.

" MOMMY!! MOMMY!!!! HELP!! THERE'S A MONSTER!!!! MOMMMY!!! "

Dinah roars at the unbearable high pitched voice of the girl. Hearing the other human running across the other room, Dinah quickly teleports across a wall, landing directly in the backyard of the house.

" I'm gonna fuck the Hell outta those sons of bitches! I was so fucking close!"

Dinah roars louder, running into the darkness as quickly as she can, seeing the studio a few moments later.

~

Exiting the elevator, all the walls are turning into a pure dark color. Dinah cannot see anymore the wood, even far in front of her. Her rage is huge, her head jerking like crazy, her steps loud and fast.

Something darker is making its way into her mind. No.. She must resist, they don't deserve to die from this form. This wicked form.

Suddenly, the sounds of the fight are louder.

"You thought you were going to kill me? Excuse me?" The light voice of Gargoylya asks
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm gonna do!" Norman responds

Dinah sees red. How can they fight here? Aren't they friends? Why should they fight now as she was on something more than important for the following of her plans? Why does Gargoylya have to call for her? Why? She just wants to reach her goal once and for all! Goodbye Bendy, Hello Ink Dinah ! But no, there's always something blocking her path toward the very control of the studio!

Her head starts to jerk quicker, her ink falling on the ground, the shape of her breasts disappearing. No! No! No! She must resist! She cannot transform yet! But if she liquifies, her ink can go luch quicker than her normal form.

Landing on the ground, as a big and bubbling ink puddle, she slips on the wood much faster than before. The sounds echo from her room on the first floor of the basement. Crossing the floor, she directly arrives in the room, the ink gargoyle on the Projectionist, pushing with her two hands on his 'eye', the light disappearing.

Quickly gaining her normal form, somehow, the ink was falling, and she transforms into her very normal shape. She couldn't resist anymore to it, that scene is something she couldn't bear anymore. Roaring loudly, the two stop their fight, looking at horror the Ink Devil.

She's now nothing more than a skeleton dipped in ink. Inky ribs are showing off, the vertebraes behind her creating enormous spikes. Ink is dripping from her giant head, the ink curtain thicker than before. Her curves had disappeared. Her hips and her twisted legs are shaking from an intense anger. A maw is formed in front of her original teeth, a big and slim inky tongue waving in the ink-smelling air. Her tail behind her is whipping the air, furiously too.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE JUST DOING? YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD DO EVERYTHING HERE? I WAS ON SOMETHING SO MUCH IMPORTANT THAN YOUR LITTLE ARGUES!"
"I'm so sorry... Dinah... No-"

Dinah goes fast and grips her by her throat, lifting her upwards like she's as light-weight as a feather.

"Interrupt me another time and I choke you to death."
"Yes! Do it Mistress! She jumped on me! It's her fault!" Norman lifts his upperbody from the ground, coughing like crazy. "She tried to crush my eye!"
"QUIET! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE IN A BETTER POSITION THAN HER?" Her teeth grit together. "YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE. NOW!"
"But wha-"

Before he can say more, Dinah hits harshly the floor with her foot, creating a ink portal which absorbs The Projectionnist into another room of the studio, far from her.

The Ink Creature slowly turns her head toward her friend, hissing loudly.

" I must think that you have a very good excuse, Gargoylya."
"He was going to kill Henry..."
"Oh really?"

She instantly lets go of the gargoyle, and turns her head, seeing Henry still sitting on the sofa, breathing heavily, and heavier as her horrible glare stays on him.

"Is what she's saying true? Huh?"
"... Ye... Yes... It's true.... He... Tried... To choke me..."
"Does he said why?"
"No... I don't have.... A... Cl... Clue.."

Shaking like crazy, he ends up passing out on the sofa. To much adrenaline for him to support, surely.

"Tell me when he's waking up."

Gargoylya nods, out of breath, still massaging her sore throat.

"Oh... And if The Projectionnist returns here... You can use your javelin."  Dinah takes the spear on the wooden floor, and gives it back to the ink woman.
"Understood, my dear friend."
"Remember, it's not because I've sent him away that I can't do it twice. I'm still mad for what you've done. I could have-"
"I'll do my best to make up. Please do take my excuses."
"I'll do it when I'm better. Go by Henry's side, I'm gonna take a lil nap."

She approaches from the gargoyle, and with her inky hand, she closes the open stitches, and cleans the ink on her face. With all her rage, she hasn't seen that her friend had her stitches opened. Norman is a big bastard.