Chapter's theme:

[Tonight we strike- music from The Lion Guard & remix by Sayonara Maxwell]

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The cold breeze and the pungant smell of the wet wood wake up the Devil. Still in the world where she was talking to her friend, she gets up groggily, holding her head into her long and inky hand.

The cold breeze seems to stick on her thick ink, as she yawns. Opening her eyes, she gazes at the clock on the wall.

1 am?

She doesn't expected to wake up that early. But she knows why... In fact, she planned to start at 1 am, so she has woken up in time.

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Her gaze is lost on the wooden wall beside her, as Henry is trying to open his eyes,they finally rest upon the Ink Devil.

"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to be the bait. I want you to make him follow you through the corridors, right where I'll be waiting for him."
"And where?" Henry asks
"You'll see it very soon, father."

Although he is talking to her, he cannot move at all: he's paralyzed. The now anorexic shape of the Devil is frightening him. After that crisis the other day, the Devil has radically changed. That sick shape isn't reassuring him.

"Hey? You're listening to me?" Dinah is nearer now, her hot breath stroking his pale cheek.
"Y-yes. I'm listening."
"So, you're gonna wait where I'm going to lead you. You must stay there and without making a single noise until I whisper in your soul."
"How-"
"You're questioning the Devil about how can she enter your mind?"
"Oh... Yes... Clever..."

Henry smiles awkwardly, Dinah watching him intensely. He swallows his saliva, feeling the capacity to breathe again when she opens the door, holding it for him to get out of the room.

Why does he have to be so long? She feels his fear, but why is he afraid of her? She thought that he is used of her after so many days. After that moment, especially.

Henry tries his best to join her, she's walking quickly. Right, left, and then what? He walked so fast that he couldn't remember where he's. The Ink Devil suddenly stops in a dark corridor. The old man turns his head to the right, seeing where he has seen the Ink Machine lowering once. He is at level K.

"There we are... Perfect." Dinah turns around, looking at the human. "Now you have to wait. And when I'll tell you to do make some loud noises, you'll run toward the Plushies Workshop. And if he sees you and starts to chase you, run all the way back and into that corridor."

The Ink Devil points at the corridor behind him, where there's a ink pool and at the end a broken Miracle Station. He nodds.

"Good. See ya Henry."

The horrible ink creature soon invokes an ink portal, teleporting herself far from Henry, back into the HQ.

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Gargoylya suddenly opens the door, two projectors in her hands. Dinah nodds, pointing out to her where to place them. The Ink Devil is standing up, and traces with her feet an enormous pentagram in complete black. Her ink his flowing oddly, like it's dripping upside down. Her horns have extended, curling behind her such as a long-horned goat. Her smile is even bigger: her seven teeth shining at the light coming from the bulb at the ceiling. For now, Gargoylya have brought four projectors. And Dinah needs two more.

"I have seen where I can get two more. But I need to go deeper in the studio. I'll do my possible to be quick before you finish the pentagram."
"Okay, no problem, as you return to me with two projectors, I won't be mad-"

Out of the blue, two ink creatures enter the room: Sammy and one of the Charlie's clone, each one holding a projector.

"Well, I think you have gathered all the projectors we need..."
"Yes... Thanks Sammy and Charlie. It's better if we start the sooner we can..."

Gargoylya and Dinah can tell that they feel puzzled about the two newcomers. They haven't seen Sammy for one week, so it's pretty odd that he comes back with what they need now. Especially with one of the uncountable Bendy's minions.

" I-I've met Gargoylya on the way, so she told me what she needed, so we helped!" Sammy claims, his heavy gaze resting upon the ink gargoyle.
"R-right... Yes..."

She looks at the Ink Devil, which has already understood that Sammy's lying. Why does he need to lie? What would he even hide? So much questions, yet no answer nor clues.

But right now, the most important is the little ritual. Dinah quickly points out to the two creatures where to place the projectors.

Warning them to stand far from the pentagram but staying in the room, Dinah slowly retreats, and stands in a little circle she made.

On the ground, the enormous dark and decorated pentagram is surrounded by a big circle, sentences in Latin around it.

Malum regnabit~Terra in tenebris ruiet.

The six projectors are positioned between the edges of the pentagram, shaking slightly. The little circle is in front of one of the edges, mysterious signs around it.

When all the projectors are placed, Dinah tightens her jaw, lifts her arms, as her smile is shaking.

"Em ot meht evig ot dna, dnuorg eht morf seidob esoht esir ot uoy dnammoc I. Evil uoy bmow kni eht morf. Esir uoy swodahs eht morf."

Her ink is now completly dripping upside down, her horns thrilling, black smoke exiting between her teeth. The room becomes darker yet darker, such as they can think that they're walking in a dead sky.

Out of the blue, ink portals are invoked under the projectors, but they don't fall. Instead, they're shaking wildly, black tentacles wrapping them.

The Ink Devil groans, and the projectors lift up in the air, ink shapes appearing instantly underneath them. As ink drips quickly off those shapes, they start to move. Cables are formed from the projector to the back of the ink creatures.

No, no, you must misunderstanding. These are not reincarnations of the Projectionist. They're Dinah's creatures, they don't have any speakers, and they don't have any boots: only long legs without any feet.

Dinah! He's near! What do I do?

Lastly, their lights shine. Gaining a false conscience of their body, they instantly turn toward Dinah, kneeling immediatly on the ground. She quickly lowers her arms, and walks past them, as they all follow her. Gargoylya, staying greatly surprised by what happened, runs in order to reach Dinah, and walks by her side.

"Do we need them?"
"If I've invoked them, do I really do it for fun?"
"I think no..."
"Great."
"How will they help you in that war?"
"They'll be as helpful as you. But, I do believe that you'll be my masterpiece if there's a great problem. With your javelin, you're a killing machine."

The ink gargoyle bows slightly, looking intently at the huge horns of her friends. Her hair has disappeared in order to have those magnificent pieces of ink.

"Stay here with the Molested. I'll give you the signal when you can attack."

Dinah then melts into an ink puddle, and disappears between the wooden planks, leaving Gargoylya and her little army alone in the wooden corridor.

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Henry almost passes out when he saw Bendy running towards him.

RUN!

Henry hears Dinah within his very soul. He runs through the path she showed him, running as fast as he can. But soon, the walls beside him become dark, the ragged breathings of Bendy are louder.

Henry sees the ink pool. Finally! He gives his last strengths in order to run towards it, and to jump above it; the ink below him is boiling. But as soon as he is going to reach the wooden floor, his body tilts and he lands harshly on his right side.

At the same moment, a huge shape exits the pool, enormous horns with a black body jumping out of the ink, and landing on Bendy, making him fall on the ground.

Groans of pain exits Henry's mouth, lifting himself a bit and stroking his right side while looking at the scene in front of the ink.

The ink shape is Dinah, the thin arms appearing under the ink with her wicked chest, her grand horns above all of this. Black smoke exits her parted teeth, her hand digging into Bendy's chest.

While her smile curls wider, Bendy shouts louder and louder, his legs becoming stiff. He invokes tentacles which remove Dinah from his chest, pinning her onto the nearest wall. He gains his balance and invokes his minions.

Taking within her hands the tentacles and ripping them of her, she invokes an ink portal, Gargoylya and the Molested exiting it.

Everything becomes quick.

Dinah chases Bendy, and both of their army is fighting. Gargoylya takes her javelin and skewers three creatures, their ink dripping on the wood.

But the creatures soon disappear in front of them, their ink flowing between the wooden planks. The ink gargoyle sees red as they all flee from them.

Thuds are echoing in the corridors, and it becomes instantly the darkest black, Dinah appearing in front of her.

"Come on my army! Tonight we strike!"

Her 'blood'thirsty smile curls even more on her inky face. Gargoylya, even if she's a bit afraid of her friend, tightens her grip on her javelin, and nods. The whole group is ready for a' blood'thirsty slaughter.

Dinah walks sanguinely in those corridors, singing a famous tone with her army behind her.

When you live in the OutLands,
It's better when you make your own rules.
Ask anyone outside the Pridelands
The Circle of Life is for fools!

The Molested are laughing together with Gargoylya.

Hahahaha ha ha ha...
Hahahaha ha ha ha...

The Ink Devil resumes.

We go where we want when we want to
And we eat, yes we eat as we please
That Bendy can't give us a curfew

Gargoylya add.

Or tell us to stay in the trees

The army shouts.

No!
Tonight we strike,
Tonight we strike !
No one's safe so the time is right,
The Circle of Live's gonna feel our bite,
Tonight we strike,
Tonight we strike !

Dinah resumes another time.

So before this new guard is ready
To defend the Pridelands from harm
We'll make them feel unsteady
We'll give them cause for alarm!

As a minion is passing by, Dinah takes it by the neck, and melts him into her own ink.

The chorus follows.

Yeah!
Tonight we strike,
Tonight we strike !
No one's safe so the time is right,
The Circle of Live's gonna feel our bite,
Tonight we strike,
Tonight we strike !

While the creatures are in their slumber
We'll be creeping beneath
And just like a roaring thunder
We'll wake them up with our teeth!

Yeah!
Tonight we strike,
Tonight we strike !
Tonight we strike !
No one's safe so the time is right,
Nobody's safe! Hahahahahaha!
The Circle of Live's gonna feel our bite,
The Circle of Live's gonna feel our bite,
Tonight we strike, Tonight we strike,
Tonight we strike, Tonight we strike !

As they all finish their inkthirsty song, a whole group of the Butcher Gang members appears. Lifting her arms in the air, a giantic wave of ink absorbs the enemies, nothing left on the ground, clear from all ink that can soil it.

Dinah then turns toward her dear friend.

"Take care of the new ones which are gonna arrive. I'm going to take care of Bendy."