Hearing the body fly further than the Demon thought it would, his lopsided horns swiveled around as they seemingly gauged the floor that the two beings been pushed down into.ĭamn it. Not wasting any time, the creature gave the body next to him a swift but solid kick that threw it out of the elevator shaft and into the hallway outside.
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When he was finally able to gather enough of his inky form to be put 80% back together, the Demon slowly rose to his full 8-foot height. Who uttered them while gathering pieces of his inky flesh that was splattered about the shattered floor.
All of which were specifically addressed to the corpse of the Projectionist crumbled in a heap beside the growling Ink Demon. To be more precise, a fog horn, a spring noise, followed by a bouncing noise. Unfortunately, the satisfaction of spitting curses was replaced by innocuous cartoon sound effects. If one listened closely, a name could have been gleamed from that noise…with also a strong possibility of one or two curses afterwards. The only question was, how best to deal with them?Ī deep pained groan rang from the bottom of an elevator shaft. If those pesky “Perfect” toons got here, they would only try to steal what rightly belonged to the Ink Demon. All The Prophet had to do now was wait, and make sure NO ONE got in the way of his Lord. would have a brain so scrambled by the Madness, that he was certain when his Lord came to collect him, the Creator would absolutely beg to be joined with Him.Įverything is falling into place. The Prophet’s mouth pulled upwards into a smirk while he turned towards the Creator’s motion-less legs, that were still comically sticking out of the tower of ink across the room. No matter how long it might take for His return, The Ink Demon would come. The ink man had been subjected to that fact in the past. Surely, what the Creator had prophesized couldn’t be true? His Lord was unstoppable he no longer doubted that.
The Prophet twiddled his goopy fingers nervously. “’The only thing ‘Bendy’s’ going to be for the foreseeable future is a puddle of ink at the bottom of the elevator shaft.” So much time had passed, in fact, that the waiting Prophet was beginning to actually worry about what the Creator had desperately claimed before facing the inevitable. The cursed ink had been flowing over the Creator for quite some time.
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