Bunny's Asylum (a fan-made BATIM AU)

Chapter 7- The cell

(Changing POVs now! Also, TW for abuse)

Barley's POV

I leaned against the wall and sighed. Why did I do that? I'm so stupid. At least this wasn't my first time, unlike Bendy's. Poor guy is probably scarred. Those ear-piercing screams really struck something in me. The way he stared at me also made me nervous. He'd probably kill me. With his bare hands if he had to. Not that I would complain, but Charley and Edgar would. As much as I would like to end my life, I have to stay strong of my gang.

I don't wanna hurt them.

My intense thinking was interrupted by the sound of my cell door opening. It was that twisted man. The same one who trimmed Bendy's horns. He had bandages in his right hand as he closed the cell door behind him so I wouldn't attempt an escape.

"Alright you bitch let's get this over with. I'm already in a bad mood." he said menacingly as he approached closer.

I backed into the corner and shivered. If only I was as brave as Charley. I could've done something, but I didn't as I stood there like a moron.

He grasped onto my injured arm, digging his fingernails into my skin. I didn't speak though. I knew he wouldn't listen.

He started to wrap my arm as I shuffled back a bit. It didn't matter if he was helping me. I was scared. I knew he was gonna do something.

Turns out I was right. It turns out that I caught him on a bad day. I watched him clench his teeth in anger. Moments later, I felt his hand hit the side of my face, making my vision go blurry for a few seconds.

"Hold still you stupid fuck!" he screamed at me before slapping me again. I flinched and yelped slightly in pain. He completely ignored me as he soon finished tending to my wounds. He sighed before kicking me back with his foot. It knocked the wind out of me as I fell backwards, hitting my head against the cold brick wall.

I groaned quietly as I didn't bother to stand back up. He scoffed at me before turning to leave.

"Just go to bed. I don't wanna see or hear you for the rest of the night." he mumbled before slamming the cell door shut.

I sighed as I laid down and curled up. It was freezing and uncomfortable. I was starting to regret everything.

I shivered and shut my eyes, the ambience of yells and cries being the only thing I heard.

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I woke up the next morning, still cold. I sat up groggily while rubbing my head. I had no idea what time it was. All I knew was that I had a whole day left in this hell hole.

I groaned again as I was struck in the head by something heavy and hard. I looked to the direction it came from. That sick man was standing there with a rock in his right hand, similar to the one he had thrown at me. In his left hand he had a paper bag. He opened the cell door and tossed it to me. The contents stumbled out, revealing what they were.

It was a single piece of bread, which was slightly moldy. Next to it were three brown apple slices. Finally, a plastic water bottle only filled halfway with dirty water. I stared at my meal in disgust. How was any sane person gonna eat this and not get sick?

"Better eat up, because if you don't, I'll beat your ass." the man threatened before slamming the door and walking off.

I decided not to eat. If he beat me, I could handle it. I refused to poison myself with this slop. Sure, I was hungry, but I've lasted longer. This isn't the first time I've been starved.

(So sorry for short chapter, more is gonna happen in the next!)