CW! Cartoon violence!

Song isn't mine

Enjoy!!

   
That was the last time you saw Boris alive.

    Not that Alice didn't grant you any visits; but from that point on, his cartoon eyes showed an x, and he no longer did anything at all. Time has no meaning with the Angel, but despite the mental and emotional agony that came each time you had to wake, things weren't as bad as they could be.

   For one, there weren't any lost ones to deal with (at least those brave enough to oppose Sammy), and the ink demon stayed away from the Angel's fortress, so you didn't have to worry about outside threats.

   Still, you had to watch the experiments. Some days you had to bite your tongue and look away to keep the bile down. It was especially hard to watch as his rib cage was ripped open to move his cartoony innards around.

    But no harm ever came to you. She took great care not to lash out at you, and even seemed to sigh if you

    "Why have you not killed me?" You asked as the Angel led you down the dreaded hallway. You had no idea how much time had passed; only that the loop hadn't reset.

    "Hmm...I suppose it is nice to have a bit of company while I work. It must get dull, having to watch the same activities."

   These last few times she hadn't tied up your ropes; instead tying the loose end around her waist. It forced you to get even closer to Boris's corpse than you wanted, but after a while you noticed a small pattern.

    It started subtle at first, but you noticed it more and more often. Whenever you gave the Angel a casual compliment, she seemed to glow with pride. Her whole posture changed, and she seemed to be more cheerful than usual.

   On the walk back to your room (the Boris sessions never lasted too long; after the first time she seemed to take notice of how you detested being around her project for too long), you bright it up.
 
   "Alice, why is it that well, you perk up so much when I compliment you, even if it's not something big?"

   You were expecting a number of reactions. But what you weren't expecting was...silence. She paused and turned to look at you with her perfect eye, her perfect side.

   "You bring me back. To when I truly believed that I could be a perfect Angel." This time, when you got to your room, she didn't leave. "You give me hope, reminding me of what potential Alice Angel-I-once had."

   She didn't say anything more, and got you your soup but strangely enough, she left the door open after tying the rope to a pipe.

    You were left alone with your thoughts, wondering what could've happened to someone to make them view perfection and beauty through such a distorted lens.

   Until you heard noises. Loud noises, too. Shrieks and cries, you covered your ears to muffle the sound.

    You watched as a mob of lost ones led by Henry Stein raced down the hall, crying for the blood of the angel. Behind the crowd was Jack, going as fast as he could. Sammy took up the rear, and was the one to find you.

   "Seer!" He exclaimed, quickly untying your knots. "Did the twisted Angel touch you? Do you remember anything?"
  
   As soon as you were freed from your ropes, you hugged Sammy with as much strength as you could muster. "No, she didn't," you managed to say, holding on as the prophet picked you up and carried you out to find the rest of the group.

   "You're safe now. I thought Henry was going to tear this place apart to look for you."

   You laughed at that but figured it was probably the truth. As Sammy carried you past the room that held Boris, you turned away.

    "Oh? Seer, is that room in which...is our little wolf friend okay?" Sammy asked.

    "I think she killed him the second day," you sighed. "I...I was right there, and I couldn't do anything to help him. I came here to help and yet I...I was helpless to do anything!" You bit your mouth and hugged Sammy as best as you could while being carried to keep from having a mental breakdown.

    He didn't say anything, which you were more than grateful for. The walk to meet up with the other lost ones was slow, and at first, you thought it was because Sammy wanted to ensure you weren't hurt.

   Then he turned behind you. "Come on, old friend. You were a great factor in getting my Seer back safely."
     
   You looked up and watched as a flickering light came from the shadows, accompanied by the hum of a running projector.

    It was the Projectionist, keeping back and slowly moving forward, as if afraid of what you'd think.

    "He did?" You asked, looking at the projectionist in awe. "I didn't even realize...how did he figure out where I was?"

   "We used to joke about how Norman, the Projectionist, would see everything. Turns out that was right, and he saw the angel kidnap you. So he sounded the alarm as he knew you were important to us."

   "I thought you said that we shouldn't trust him?" You asked, giving Sammy a look.

   "And I stand by what I said. I found dozens of butcher gang member clones crushed to death because he attempted to hug them. He may be helpful, but he'll crush you if you hugged him."

    The projectionist seemed to whine in protest; though that was hard to tell against the whir of the projector head.

   "Well, maybe he doesn't remember!" You retorted. "Anyway, shouldn't we be going? We'll argue about how quote unquote "safe" it is for me to hug the projectionist when we're not still within the Angel's lair."

   Sammy and Norman shared a look and continued down the hallway towards the exit. However, an angry Alice stood in their way.

  "You! False prophet, how dare you take that which is mine?" She screeched, making you wince at her high pitch and clutching Sammy as though your life depended on it.

  "My Seer does not belong to anyone, much less to you," Sammy retorted, stepping back as the angel stepped forward to grab you.

    "Don't make me laugh! You say that, but claim this wandering stranger as your own!" She roared with fury, and then paused and laughed. "Of course! You were always a hypocrite like that."

   The projectionist had entered another room, likely trying to find Boris, and Sammy's arms were full carrying you.

  At this point you could've been on your feet but this meant that Sammy could make sure you weren't grabbed from behind him.

    Another part could also be that he didn't want to let you go.

    It did mean that you were both powerless to fight back against the twisted angel, who advanced on you, intending to yank you out of Sammy's arms.

    "I will not let you take what is mine again!" She screeched, reaching out- you could almost feel her hands even as Sammy's hold on you tightened.

   Even so, she got hold of your arm and yanked backwards, making you yelp as she almost pulled you out of Sammy's arms.

   You struggled to get your arm free, but the angel had it in a vice grip, and you couldn't do much without squirming in Sammy's hold.

    You closed your eyes as it seemed as though you were going to be torn apart, but right as things seemed like it was heading that way, both you and Sammy tumbled to the ground. The two of you fell forward, which was going to leave yet another bruise on your body. Sammy landed on top of you, but he moved off quickly.

  The angel wasn't focused on taking advantage of the situation; instead she was more concerned with the Tommy gun sticking through her chest.

   She gasped, trying to piece together what happened, and then it was yanked away again; and she collapsed to the floor.

    Your head pounded; the fall hadn't done you any good, and you didn't think much about the angel's corpse in front of you, only that it was funny to see how little these people would bleed.

   "Oh...that worked!"

  You got up, a welcome arm extended to help you get to your feet.

   "Henry!" You exclaimed, hugging him as tightly as ' could. Sammy had been comfortable, but his inky body lacked warmth, life. Henry was full of warmth, of life. So you clung to him. He held you like a father held his child, though you couldn't remember the last time your father held you like Henry was now.

   "Did she hurt you at all?" He asked quietly. You realized that he wasn't in the best shape either; the elevator crash had to have taken a toll on his body.

   Yet here he was, asking if you were okay. Making sure that you were unhurt. Overcome with emotion, you started to weep.

    Which alarmed Henry and Sammy, leaving you to explain that yes everything was fine, you were just a little touch starved.

  They were a little unsure as to how to continue on in this place; especially since with the Angel now gone Henry didn't exactly need to go through the haunted house.

  "Wait..Henry, we've got to meet up with Allison and Tom," You said, softly yet firmly.

  He nodded, patting your shoulder. "I'm not sure how liable Tom is to trust you," he frowned. "I don't want to risk not getting the glass from Allison-maybe we could use it for clues."

  You grimaced, unsure as to where your destination was at this point. "Alright, well...I could go to the Lost Harbor with Sammy. Then when you make it there we can reunite."

   This would split everyone up again. You weren't sure if you could bare it if something went wrong.

   "Sammy...old friend?" Henry asked, giving you one last hug. "Take care of Y/N until we meet back up again."

    "I will lay my life down for the Seer," he grumbled in reply. "None will harm them. I swear it."