Bendy X Reader- River Of Sin

Chapter 48- It's not the loch ness monster

The metal flooring of the slipway groaned under your feet. The structure hadn't been used in quite a while, and splotches of rust were beginning to build up around the bolts that held it together.

You stepped across the metal platform and approached the small dock on the other side; the only safe way that you'd be able to get into the boat without falling into the river. The ink that flowed under the surface of the boat reminded you of glue. It stuck to the bottom of the vessel, stretching like a spider web when it rocked in the black water. It was a wonder how anyone was able to use this thing to get across when the river's contents were in such a consistency.

"We won't be far behind you." Allison assured you and Sammy as the both of you hopped into the first boat. "Once you start moving into the tunnel, I'll lower this boat in."

The tunnel didn't look welcoming...Not at all. "Alright Allison." You acknowledged, turning your head to the prophet beside you and allowing him to take full responsibility over the boat's controls. "I hope you know how to drive this thing."

Sammy nodded, "More than you do anyways." He snapped with a slight grin, his axe resting on the wood at his feet, leaned up against the control panel. With the push of a button, the small boat came to life, and you jumped slightly at the loud gurgling of the engine. You clenched your pipe in your hand, grasping into the edge of the boat for balance. There weren't any seats installed, but your attention was mostly focused on the paddlewheel in the back, regardless of all of that.

"Keep an eye on that." Sammy instructed, his head unmoving and attending to the controls. "Like I was saying earlier, the ink tends to get stuck in that wheel."

You frowned and loomed your head over the back of the boat to get a better view. "What should I do if the ink does get stuck in it?"

"Just bash the ink away with your weapon. That should do the trick."

Sounded easy enough. Just hit the ink, and maybe you'll hurt it's feelings or something. Maybe It'll get offended and leave you alone. Serves the ink right for hurting everyone down here and giving them those fucking curses to deal with for all of eternity!

(Y/n)...Get yourself together...that's nonsense... You found yourself making a weird face as you realized that you were supposed to be thinking about the current situation, and instead secretly trying to devise a plan to scar the ink and make it feel regret. It's ink, it doesn't have any feelings to hurt. Now quiet down and focus!

The paddlewheel started to turn after a moment, breaking you from your thoughts. The boat was moving forward at a fairy decent pace, which surprised you considering how unrealistic it was with the ink that was clinging to it.

Glancing up at the dock, you noticed Allison give you a small wave with Tom right beside her, silent and observant as usual. I guess there wasn't any going back now, but it's just a river anyways. It's not like there are any demonic ink-crocodiles or anything.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly so far. The boat moved freely through the ink, and no issues made themselves present as of now. Allison and Tom weren't visible anymore; it seemed that the tunnel had swallowed you whole, and the only light came from both the boat, and a few small light fixtures around the bottom edges of the dim underpass.

Even with these lights, it was pretty dark.

"What's that?" You asked as you turned around to stand beside Sammy, pointing off to another dock inside the tunnel a few yards away.

The prophet lifted his gaze from the controls, examining the scene in front of him for a moment. This dock was probably forgotten about a long time ago, but there was an empty boat parked at the edge of it, and there was nothing appealing about the small edge of land other than the single door that stood there.