2| The Ink Demon

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I look around. Ink, I believe, is dripping from the ceiling near where my bag disappeared. I shake my hand, ink spraying everywhere, as I approach the leak. The ground shakes, as something emerged from the puddle, and I step back. Before I knew it, a being of ink with two horns and a frightening grin stood before me. My eyes widen, as it takes a step forward. I stumble backwards, tripping myself, and fall to the floor. The ink creature stops, and tilts its head at me.

"You're not Henry.." It says in a raspy voice. I sit there for a second, and draw on the floor with my ink covered hand. What?

The creature stares at my response, then at me. "Why don't you speak?" It-He? asks. I sigh, and write again. I can't. I'm mute.

He stares at the writing for a moment, and steps towards me. He leans down and scoops me into his arms.

I gaze up at the ink covering his eyes for a moment, confused.

"What's your name?" He asks. I look down at my arm and write. Brooke.

I look up at him and nod.

"Bendy."

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Bendy's POV

How? How did she get here?

She didn't scream when she saw me. She didn't run away. What is wrong with her?

She clearly has vocal cords.. -she sighed just now. Why doesn't she talk?

I stared at her writing on the ground. I can't. I'm mute.

awww. that's too bad.

I stepped towards her and she let me pick her up, staring intently at me. As if she could see my eyes.

I felt sympathetic towards her, but, why? Many creatures in the studio cannot or do not talk. Why is she any different?

Because she's human. She's supposed to be able to talk..

She slowly moved towards my chest to lean against me. I don't understand it. Why doesn't she fear me? Isn't that why she summoned me?

"What's your name?" I have to know. I have this.. feeling- this.. want, to know her.

Brooke

My heart melted. She's so adorable.. I have a weakness for cute things. I realized when she nods to me that she wanted to know mine. "Bendy." I said.

I look around now, unsure what to do. She's practically asleep! Why is she falling asleep??

I make the decision to travel with her through the ink, and appear in one of Boris' safe rooms. I set her down on a couch and she looks at home. I catch myself smiling a small happy smile, and stop immediately. That's just weird. What's happening to me? I just met her, I shouldn't be happy about or concerned for her.

I sigh and sit down on a wooden chair by the radio. There's a series of blank papers in front of me. I draw on them boredly.

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