As soon as the Pokemon were out of sight, Dory turned to Booky, a
glimmer of evil and chaos in her eyes.
"Just wait and see...I've alerted the Searchers already and they're
going to get into even deeper trouble now...probably die in the
process" Dory cackled quietly and knew that her ink friends
wouldn't be so kind to their guests.
Meet the Twins, Cookie and Cream! 🍪🥛 (Shade named them)
They split up to find things more affectively, but it almost
cost them their lives
Pyre: I think I found an ink bottle! Oh, wait, it was just a piece
of glass
Solo:HELP IM BEING ATTACKED
Dory enveloped both her and Booky in a thick, ink-like, shadowy fog
and they both disappeared into Alice's toy room leaving behind
puddles of ink on the floor of the Ink Machine room and with Booky
yelling out, "Hey Alice! Why don't you come on out!!"
(If people are confused, my characters are supposed to be
villains...hehehe)
Meet the Twins, Cookie and Cream! 🍪🥛 (Shade named them)
Pyre runs to Solo and pulls him away from the searcher
Both: Who the f*** is behind this?!
(Sorry for the cursing but it just seemed right at this part)
Solo: I knew they were up to something *Goes Into Zenith Mode*
Pyre: I shoulda known *Goes Into Turbo Mode* They run through the studio to find the others
Twisted Alice appeared in front of the two from behind the middle
booth. There used to be a window there, but it had already been
shattered and broken through, glass pieces scattered across the
floor in front of the booth. This was the room for Alice Angel, the
first and only female character their owners had created. Booky had
liked the character in theory: she was noticeably smarter than the
rest, sweet, fun, and bold. However, Twisted Alice didn't fit any
of those characteristics.
She laughed horridly as she plucked one of the Alice Angel plush
dolls on a shelf and slouched on one of the wooden barrels set
against the wall. The lights flickered as she cackled, "Oh I
already know about the guests, dears...perhaps they shall help me
do a few tasks for me...hehehe" and then she was gone.
Meet the Twins, Cookie and Cream! 🍪🥛 (Shade named them)
The light flickered and wavered for a moment before flicking off
completely. The hallway where Drift was had been washed out of
light completely, darkness flooding in to replace the light. A
women's cackle could be heard throughout the hallway, possibly
throughout the whole studio! Well, whatever! I guess everyone
knows now...I don't even know if they're going to try and find the
items anyway...if they know their doom. Dory thought.
Twisted Alice grinned wryly in the darkness, glaring at Drift. She
whispered, "I see you there, you know...you flew right into my
web...It's a pleasure to meet you, dear Drift, and well...did you
suspect an angel was talking to you?"
Meet the Twins, Cookie and Cream! 🍪🥛 (Shade named them)
Alice laughed again, this time louder. "You and your friends are
very foolish, you know...but very hmm...intriguing..." she added,
smirking in the darkness. "I'll let you and your friends do
your...business...if you can do some little favors
for me...what do you say?"
Meet the Twins, Cookie and Cream! 🍪🥛 (Shade named them)
Alice replied, "Well first, my machines need more fuel...go get
some spare parts for me! And hurry up, my patience is waning and I
don't have all day! Oh...and watch out for Bendy and those ink
puddles...I don't like 'em..." And then, after a thought, "Oh, and
before you go...who said anything about having to be afraid of me?
Why, I'm Alice Angel!" She burst into a fit of maniacal
giggles.
Dory slipped through the floor, leaving a puddle of thick, black
ink behind. She silently spectated the other Pokemon and watched as
they tried to find the items for the ink machine, confused and wary
expressions on their faces. They definitely know what's going on
now...or at least some part of it. Dory thought.
Meet the Twins, Cookie and Cream! 🍪🥛 (Shade named them)
Drift: fine.... *obeys and flys off to find some spare parts for
alice* i dont like her.... she's too bossy... and who the hell
is bendy...? And what ink puddles...?
`° Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's
soul remains unawakened. °`