Dantdm bendy and the ink machine chapter 5
Felicity tried to dodge the tongue, but it was too late. Then the alien opened up its entire body, and out came a tongue, thin, but sharp. “A“How about you die, so that you don’t have to cry anymore? That will surely make you feel better. But she bumped into the guardrail, forcing Felicity to stare at the face of the alien. Tell her that I said hi!”įelicity stumbled on her feet, and tried to get away from the impostor. You won’t be alive to see everyone you love dead. “But, I guess you can’t call me that anymore. No worries,” the monster replied, with the least bit of stopping. “Oh, I’m not Taylor, but you can keep calling me that. “Taylor, s-stay away from me,” Felicity whispered, but the impostor kept on coming. Taylor had been there, through thick and thin, at her bad moments and good. Felicity hadn’t gone to realize that it was really her. Felicity was hesitant to look around, but she couldn’t help it.Īcross the corridor, she saw Taylor, her best friend. It couldn’t be- Her thoughts were cut short, when she heard footsteps coming from the left of her. Then that would mean… God, no, it couldn’t be Taylor… She was there when I was scared, and she told me it was going to be alright. If Jeremy was really dead, then that made Felicity alone, alone with an impostor. The thoughts came rushing through her body like adrenaline. “ANSWER ME, PLEASE! WE’RE SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT OUT TOGETHER!” Felicity ran up to the body and slapped a hand across Jeremy’s face. “NO, JEREMY, NO!” she screamed, but quietly enough for the impostor not to hear her. His back was slashed, and there was a small hole, right near his heart. His mouth and nose was pouring out with blood. The blood pool was slowly increasing with his blood. Even in the dark, she was still able to recognize his face. It couldn’t be… Is that, Jeremy? Felicity didn’t have any choice, but to surrender to her curiosity and figure out who that was, or who it was.Īs she stepped closer and closer to the body in Shields, she slowly began to realize that that body was really Jeremy. The person appeared to not be moving, but they seemed familiar. But before she could even put that idea into her head, she saw a pool of dark, red blood, just a couple feet away from the communication room. Felicity noted in her head that if she ever, even with the slightest possibility of surviving, was able to flee from the claws of this impostor, she would have to shed the next couple years of her life in a therapy clinic. After all, she was trying to escape, escape from a deadly monster. Her panting was short, her heart almost bursting out of her chest. It was dark, like the shadows in the countryside when the sun was on the other side of the earth. Sergeant Felicity Jones ran through the corridors, carefully watching her front and back, just in case the impostor ambushed her. What did I even do wrong? What did I do to deserve this? Oh God, please, please, please let me live.