No Words (BATIM)

6| Lost

Bendy's POV
Wait, wasn't Henry already in the studio?
I frown and stop in my tracks. "Wait what?" I look behind me at the wall. "He's not..." I begin, thinking. I frown, flipping through the cutouts on topside. It is not Henry. It's a girl, one Audrey Beckett. I believe she used to work in the studio but, like Henry, she soon resigned after Joey was arrested.

I notice that Brooke is back on the couch, holding a light box thing, smaller than a building brick. She's watching something playing across the-screen?
I shake my head.

Brooke sits up, still holding the light box, and walks over to the wall. She sets it down on a wood crate,  and dips her hand into a bucket of ink. She then draws on the wall, like it's an art canvas.

Suddenly, Brooke is standing facing me, her head down in shadows. Her hand is on the wall, pointing at an all ink covered wall, with white writing. She never came home.
My eyes widen. What?

I shake my head, and everything is back to normal, but I swear that I see something dart along my peripheral vision. Weird.

I wander towards the human, still writing on the wall. "Hey.. is everything okay, toots?" I ask.

Brooke's POV

I'm drawing a forest along a path and a water fall off to the side of it. I'm trying not to ignore his question, but it's not that easy.

I sigh and turn to Bendy. He tilts his head at the painting. "What's.. where's that?" He asks. I take his gloved hand and write my first response. He watches me, almost caught off guard. No.
I look around for a cloth to erase it, but when I look back, it's gone. I blink a few times. What?
I shake my head.
I'm not okay.
I take a silent, deep breath.
It disappears and I continue, as Bendy remains quiet.
That's a place I remember going to as a kid.
Bendy nods.  It's a faint memory, but I remember being there.. where ever there is. 

Bendy's POV
She's dancing around my question.
I nodded as she explained her reasoning for the drawing. She said no she's not, but..
I frown. Why do I want to know more?
"H-hey, toots, you wouldn't happen to have a.. sister or something, would you?" I ask carefully. She looks up at me, a frown on her face. There's something in her eyes, almost pleading.  I look to the side. "I was wondering because.."
She stops me by waving her hand in my face and writes on my glove again after I clear it. I..
She pauses, looking down. I evaporate the ink, and she writes. I used to.. but she never back.
I tilt my head to the side. "What.. do you mean never came back?"
I'm trying to tread carefully with this. We think she got lost on the-
She stops and moves to the wall. I get rid of the ink in my glove. -way back home.
My nerves suddenly kick in, but I ignore them as I bend down to hug her. "I'm sorry."
I notice she's writing something on my glove, so I pull out of it. I didn't get to tell her that I don't hate her.
She's crying now.
"Why would she think that?" I ask.
She hiccups without sound, and I evaporate the ink. W-we had a fight. And I told her I hated her.
She looks down. Since then I've felt so alone. I guess.. that's why I wasn't scared when you showed up.
This time she looks at my eyes, not intent on writing anymore. She extends her arms for a hug.
I pick her up and hug her in the air, holding her close to my chest.
I secretly gaze into her brown eyes. "You will never be alone again, Brooke."
She hiccups as her tears continue to roll down her cheeks. "Because I.."
love you..
I stammer, pushing the tempting thought down. "I'm here for you now."
She nods, and hugs me back.