Drowning

Questions

Bendy P.O.V.

Bendy growled, dragging the weak human through the ink. Why didn't he recognize the woman?! Bendy knew every face that had been trapped here with him, it was part of the deal he stuck with Joey Drew.

Bendy would stay in the studio, and Joey would give him the souls that tortured him, who'd laughed and mocked. The ones who'd run gruesome experiments on him, he remembered every face that tortured him. So why didn't he remember this one?!

Bendy lifted the human to study her again, pulling her close to Bendy's face so he could see. The woman's eyes were closed, she was unconscious. Bendy pulled the woman closer to his chest. She was...kinda cute, now that Bendy could see her properly.

Bendy pulled the woman up, out of the ink, just outside of his liar, the large ink machine. Now that he had her...Bendy growled, examining the woman. She was quite small, compared to Bendy himself. Her hair was slick with ink, just like her jumpsuit and the rest of her body. Oddly, her body itself appeared to be human, not ink. Which was...odd, especially since all the souls agreed upon had been merged with the ink.

Bendy sniffed the woman curiously. No, she wasn't one of the people who'd mocked or tortured him. So then...Why was she here? How was she here? Bendy held her, growling to himself. He needed to figure this out. Was the woman sent here by Joey? Bendy growled.

He had to discover who this woman was to get answers. But until then... Bendy turned his head sideways, grinning with all his teeth. Perhaps he could have some fun with the woman.

Bendy carried the human deep into his lair, past the screams of tortured souls and the gurgling of ink. Bendy found a secluded corner and chained the woman there, where she hung limply. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. Bendy growled, running his hand across the woman's face. She was... really cute.

Bendy nuzzled her face gently. The woman stirred slightly, then fell into a deeper sleep. Bendy put his face to the woman's, to study her. Bendy growled. He'd sworn to himself he'd hate anything to do with humans, but this woman had never done anything to him. The thought made Bendy feel... strange.

Bendy let go of the woman, stepping away. The woman hung limply in the chains, her form blurry once more. Bendy turned and stalked away, growling quietly. Who are you?

He stalked into one of his many rooms, where he'd stored the files of every employee who'd ever worked at Joey Drew Studios. Bendy sat down, studying them to great length. But he couldn't find the woman's file. Bendy snarled, throwing Susie Campbell's file at the wall in anger. Why couldn't he find the woman's file?!

He knew the woman must have worked for Joey at some point, since Bendy had heard her start, multiple times, about how she'd wasted so much time in that chair. Bendy sat up. Maybe he'd get some clues at the desk in question.

Bendy made his way to the old animation desk. It was tucked away in an abandoned corner, just outside the art department, which Bendy found interesting. It also seemed older, the wood was darker and carved over and over again.

Bendy turned his head and looked at the cutout of what he was supposed to look like. Then he noticed something. There was a different version of himself on the desk! Bendy looked down at the picture, picking it up in his clawed hands. This picture was much cuter, with a smaller smile and smile lines on the face. Bendy touched the picture with one claw. Why couldn't I look like that?

Bendy squinted at the picture, bringing it closer to his face. There were letters in the picture! Curious, Bendy squinted until he could make the letters. S.G. Bendy frowned.

What did that mean? It wasn't a word, like It or My. Bendy didn't understand. He went to put the picture back, then paused. He kinda wanted to keep it.

Bendy took the picture and stored it away (cartoon logic). Then he noticed something. There was something carved into the desk. It had been hidden by the picture! Curious, Bendy peered closer. There are words! Even a name!

Bendy squinted. He put his face real close to the desk. Smi Grace. No, Sammi Grace! Bendy turned his head. Who was Sammi? Bendy had never heard of them. Suddenly excitement spread through Bendy's limbs. Could Sammi be that human's name? Bendy stood up. He couldn't ask the woman herself, but he knew someone who could.

Bendy made his way down into the music department. The infamous Prophet was sitting in his office, thrumming on a banjo. Bendy paused by the door, feeling irked by the noise. After a moment, the Prophet took notice of Bendy and broke into a smile.

"My Lord! What brings you to my humble dwelling?" Bendy rolled his hided eyes. Suddenly a thought struck Bendy. The Prophet used to be human. Maybe he'd recognize the name. "Have you ever heard of someone named Sammi Grace?" Bendy asked him.

The Prophet paused, his fingers still on the string. "Sammi Grace..." He muse. " Sounds vaguely familiar, my Lord, but I cannot place it. I apologize." His voice was very formal. Bendy sighed. "No matter, I think I found her. I need you to ask if that's her name, however."

The Prophet bowed his head. "I would be honored, my Lord." Bendy nodded. "Good." He muttered. "I will send for you once she awakes." The Prophet bowed his head in an accent. "As you wish my Lord." Bendy turned and stalked away. He went deep into the studio, back to the woman's cell.

She was still asleep. Bendy turned his head sideways, having an odd feeling. Humans don't usually sleep that long, right? Bendy touched her face gently. She was still breathing, and her heartbeat seemed steady. Bendy moved closer to her, pressing her against the wall. Her breathing was deep and even. Bendy curled up by her feet, falling asleep as the woman hung above him, her body covered in ink. Goodnight, strange human.