Narrating POV
Bendy and Brooke just stared at each other for a few moments. "Are.. you okay?" He asked finally. Brooke glanced away. She nodded swiftly and walked away to go look at a poster. Bendy sighed and shook his head. This is harder than I thought..
Brook wasn't really interested in the poster, or the wall. Her eyes were focused on a sketched cloud, but her mind was elsewhere.
How can I-... I can't trust him yet.. why do I even want to this soon? She frowned. I don't even know how to get home.. Her eyes widened in realization. Her hands frantically patted her pockets. The Key! Where is it??
She slowly turned around to look at Bendy. He wasn't looking at her, he was now staring at the ground, ink running fast over his body.
Brooke frowned, and reached out a hand towards him instinctively, but retracted it, shaking her head after a moment. She turned to the wall and wrote.
She cleared her empty throat and knocked on the wall, glancing at the ink demon to get his attention.
He looked up with a jolt, and glanced at her. She pointed to the wall.
Is everything okay? Your ink is running
He looked at her and simply nodded. "Uh, st-stay here. I need to check on something." He said before disappearing through the wall, leaving it stained in ink.
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No Words (BATIM)
FanfictionBrooke Falter is a mute, sweet highschool student. She stumbles across a key on the sidewalk one day, and upon touching it, is transported to a cartoon looking studio. Forgetting her journal, she has no way of communicating with the new entities tha...
