AKSKDKDKDMD THIS IS SO LATE SORRY AHHHHHHHH

anyway as far as general book news goes...I've decided not to include any dark revival lore.  It would cause a ton of delays, since I...let's just say I had this fic sitting in my head and didn't start writing it until I had watched several playthroughs several times, looked at dozens of theories and fics, and the like.

Basically: I do a lot of research before I'm comfortable writing for something, and thats part of why it takes so long to get chapters out. Including Dark Revival would just make updates grind to a halt and that's not fair on y'all.

Also it's not like I'm following the script very well; this story very LOOSELY follows the plot of Bendy and the ink machine and this chapter is a good example.

Anyway, hope you guys stick around! Sorry that I won't be adding dark revival elements- perhaps I'll plan something for that later on.

The elevator hadn't come down yet...maybe the angel wasn't going to crash it so soon. Until it returned, however, there wasn't anywhere you could go.

   Jack didn't seem to have any issue; content with sitting at the top of the stairs, playing with the ds happily.

  But you? It took about five minutes for restlessness to set in. Sammy had to grab you by your hood to keep you from running off into the inky abyss, more so to keep you from making contact with the ink unless absolutely necessary than much else.

   You didn't even have Alice's voice to listen to, so all you were left with was a mind-numbing boredom that nearly drove you insane.

   "Seer, it has not been half an hour since Henry and the wolf went to help the Angel with her tasks," he scolded you as you tried to move down the other side of the staircase, fully ready to jump into the ink below.

    "What am I supposed to do while we wait?" You asked, more harsh than you'd intended. Instantly, Sammy withdrew from your grasp, turning away.

    "If you wish to explore, Seer, then by all means don't let this foolish prophet stop you," was all he said. Jack watched the two of you curiously over his game, bubbling in confusion as you walked down the stairs and away from the group.

  Foolish? In hindsight, probably. But right now, you just needed to get away from everyone. You knew this place like the back of your hand, and without the ingame boundaries there were a few places you could hide in case of an emergency.

  "Oh...hello there, foolish little moth. I see you have strayed far from the others. Heheheheh...how pathetic you are."

   Your paranoia was spiraling. The angel wasn't closer than she'd been the last time you'd heard her voice. She never left the toy department. She never, never went outside of her fort unless Henry had destroyed the brute version of Boris. So you were safe. You were fine. Right?

   "They say you know more of this world than even Henry, foolishly believing he can save his friend. How many times have you seen him fall, I wonder? How many times...But don't worry. You won't be bored this time around, I assure you."

  Whatever that meant, you didn't like how it sounded. The ink was horrid, getting through your shoes and even worse-making your socks wet. But you turned around to find the others, having gotten your breath and a harsh reminder of how cruel this place could be.

  The ink slowed your progress; plus you had to watch out for the lurking projectionist. As much as you argued with Sammy, the prophet had a very good point. Right now, the projectionist wasn't someone you could trust.

  So you ducked out of his light, made as little noise as possible...yet something began to tug at your leg.

  You couldn't figure out what was tugging you away, but tried to continue, only to find the tugging becoming stronger. At this point you'd reached the stairs and attempted to call out for Sammy, only to be yanked off your feet.

   Through some miracle, the ink didn't get into your mouth, but now you were being dragged-dragged upthrough the now-flooded stairwell and up to the Angel's lair. At some point, due to everything that was happening, you blacked out.

\-^^-/

  Your head was pounding, and you felt as though you'd been dragged down a dirt road.

  "What...Sammy...? You muttered, lifting a hand to your forehead, only to jump when you noticed the rope now tied around your wrist.
 
  "Oh, the false prophet isn't here right now, little moth."

   Dread took over your senses and stole your voice. You knew what the twisted angel was capable of. Why did she want you?

   "Oh, dear me. You seem to be so frightened. No need to fret, little moth. I won't harm you. I was just aware that...well, a friendly little wolf could use a friendly face."

  No...so soon?! "What...what have you done with Boris?" You glared at the angel, who leaned casually against the wall in the small room you occupied.

   "Nothing I haven't done before. You know full well what I'm capable of. And well, with you so easy to separate...it was a piece of cake getting the parts I needed. Do you want to see your wolf friend?"

   You had nothing else to do. The rope was tied in a way that even you couldn't wiggle your way out, and so you nodded. "..Please."

  "Oh, I do admire you for being so polite when making a request of your perfect angel. Very well. I will grant your request."

   She untied your rope, and tugged on it, not giving you nearly enough time to get to your feet before she began to drag you down a hallway. You realized quickly enough that this was the part of the Angel's dominan that no player had ever seen; while you would've taken the time to explore these rooms, Alice had other plans. She dragged your rope into a new room, where a familiar wolf lay strapped on a table, struggling to move.

   "Now then, as I am a generous angel, I will grant you time to visit with what's rightfully mine. But any funny business and you will both pay the consequence!"

With that, she tied your rope to a hook where you would be unable to reach, and left the room. However, you heard the lock click and figured that she was watching from behind what was probably a one way mirror. Mercifully, the slack was enough for you to approach the table on which Boris lay. He calmed down significantly with your presence, though your heart ached at how you were powerless to save him from the fate awaiting him.

  "Hey, hey Bud," you said softly, holding his hand and rubbing it softly. "I'm here. You aren't alone."

   Telling the wolf that you'd help him escape would be too cruel. You didn't know if there was a chance for you to escape, so why give him false hope?

   "Sammy's gonna have my head once he realizes what I got myself into," you sigh. "Is Henry okay? I mean he probably is but still."

  Bud chuckled at your question- a silent laugh, but still a sign that he was better than he was before you came in.

   "So, uh, are you in pain? Has it started yet?"

  Bud shook his head, which was a relief to you. At least he was alright for the moment.

   "Well, I'm sorry, I don't have the game system to entertain you. Plus, the Angel tied me up a bit, probably because she knew I'd try something funny."

   The weight of the situation kicked you in the gut, but you couldn't sit down and let it sink in-thank the Angel for tying the rope where she did. You were stuck in the lair of a twisted Angel, capable of twisting your friend into a horrifying monstrosity. Henry, Jack, and Sammy were who knows where, and worst of all you might be facing your death without crossing "hug the projectionist" off your bucket list.

    What made you think you could handle this? What made you think you were capable of doing what the others couldn't?

   Bud watched as you withdrew into a corner, holding your head in your hands and trying not to cry. Everything was overwhelming; somehow you entered a daze of chaos and panic, and failed to notice the Angel come in, flip a switch, and then Boris violently struggling against his restraints.

    The Angel ignored your presence, pausing only to lower your rope to a new tie off spot to allow you the ability to sit. She sang something about bringing you to heaven, and that's the last thing you remembered before the darkness claimed you.