An Inkwell's Stain //BATDR Fanfiction\\ [Female Reader]

Chapter Fifty-Two [A Snake with One Eye]

Bendy? Where is he? Where am I? Darkness was surrounding you again, and you couldn't move your limbs. It was too thick, too strong. Did I die? This didn't feel like peace... It was all too much like when you were birthed into this place... quiet, but not too quiet. A strange ambience was heard, so you knew you were still alive. 

'And from the hallowed darkness... you shall awake.' A familiar raspy voice called to you, and you scrunched your eyes at the upcoming light in your eyes. 'Wake up, Y/N.' You opened your eyes to see a train's ceiling. The world was rumbling... the engine was old and rough. 'From the wretched abyss, a "saviour" comes at last.' Wilson chuckled across from you, and you turn your head to see the lowly janitor that brought you here.

He looked just about the same, matching the hue of this world. His blind eye was glowing, while the other was destroyed and overcome by the thick and tantalising ink. His uniform was smudged and stained by the stuff. His grin was large and taunting, staring at you intensely. 'You...' you mumbled quietly, but held you head in a grimace before you could continue. 'Still hurting? That's sad...' He said and gestured to his face. 'I stopped hurting long ago.'

'Where am I?' you finally managed to get out. Your neck started to hurt after saying that, and you remembered getting choked by the Keeper. 'Where's Bendy... Where is he?' you cry out as you ignored your pain, sitting up and glaring at this wretched man's face. He only smiles in return. 'He's somewhere else, don't worry. He's being taken care of.' He grins with care on his face, but you only snarl in disgust. 'What did you-' 'Rest yourself, Y/N. Letting your anger rise will do you no good.' You slouch back in frustration at this man. 'You disgust me.'

'I apologise on behalf of the Keepers, they can be relentless to strangers. But there's nothing to dear as long as I am with you.' You growl in impatience. 'I'm not worried about my state. Give me back my friend, coward.' He ignored your statement and turned to look out the window. 'You're safe now.' He said simply, looking back to you. 'You did this to me...' you whispered and shakily pointed to your face. 'You brought me here! Turned me into... this filthy and disgusting thing... and I hurt people? For what? What did I ever do to you?' 

Tears streamed down your face as you couldn't hold them any longer. All of the things you can been keeping to yourself, you let out in upset and fury. 'I didn't mean to upset you if I did! Why... I'm sorry, okay? I just wanted to explore, why do this to me? I just...' you hold your head in your hands as you sob. 'I just want my mom, please! I just want to go home...' The trauma of this would permanently scorch your brain, but all you wanted was to hug your mother, even for one last time.

'Please... I'll forgive you if you just...' you couldn't get it out. You shake unsteadily and your breathing got heavy and fast. 'This doesn't make sense... this place...' Sudden hatred overtook you and you screamed at the top of your lungs. 'I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU, YOU ASSHOLE-' 

He stood up in anger and put his hands on your shoulders, clutching and digging his sharp, long fingernails into you. 'Open your eyes and look around you, Y/N!' He shouted at you, which made the tears run down heavier. You hit away his hands, but they didn't budge. You sniffled in defeat. 'Nothing here makes sense! Learn your place, don't yell at an adult.' He grumbled and threw your back against the wall. You sat in silence as you quietly cried. 

He sighed heavily and looked away. 'Drawn walls, nightmarish creatures... an ancient that died out almost thirty years ago.' He gestured outside, but you didn't say anything. You couldn't bring yourself to.

He breathed heavily before continuing, sitting down. 'It's all fiction. Utter nonsense!' You flinched at his intensity, and he grinned slightly at this power. He grabbed the handle of a brief case beside him, and he his smile grew. 'And yet... in here, it exists.' Wilson placed the case on his lap, and he opened it. You couldn't see what was inside, but you got nervous. 

'It breathes... it flourishes! Reality guided by it's master's pen.' He trailed his dirty index finger along the edge of the case, sending a shiver down your spine. An obvious grimace was plastered across your face. How much this man creeped you out... 'The foundation for a new reality we can bleed into own own.' Wilson grabbed out a jar of ink and closed the case, staring at it with a disturbing smile. 

You felt yourself shuffling forward to look at it, but you didn't know why. 'Just think of it! Anything we create in here, we can release...' He breathed heavily and unscrewed the lid of the jar. '...out there...' He tipped the jar and some dense ink poured out slowly, staying together in his hand. He popped the empty jar down and showed you the substance. It heaved and moved in his hands, making you squirm in discomfort. 

'But first, this world must be controlled.' The ink popped up and shifted into a figure that looked to be a much smaller version of Bendy. It looked around in confusion, and you stared in wonder, your tears drying. It turned to you and waved, you waved back with a small smile appearing slowly on your lips. Wilson dropped it suddenly, and it plonked onto the brief case. It lifted itself up carefully, and looked up to Wilson's hand. 

'It must be made... safe.' He said quietly. 'These things... these angels and demons... Are they really life?' He violently grabbed the small blobby Bendy and it squirmed in fear in his hands as he glared at it. You shrunk back in your seat. 'Or are they just...' He squeezed tightly until the ink squished and destroyed the small Bendy figure. A small squeak escaped your lips at the loss. '...stains?' Wilson rolled his eyes and wiped his hand on his shirt without a care.

'...Old mistakes ready to be cleansed away for newer, greater things?' He pushed the stained brief case off his lap and onto the seat beside him, and you looked to the ground, unsure of what to think about that. 'What do you even want from me?' you croak out as you sigh. 'Why did you bring me here?'

Wilson chuckled at your comment and replied, 'I...' He looked away, a pained expression on his old face. 'I need your help. To save my father's life.' You stared at this man in disbelief. 'What?' you said in a monotonous voice, anger rising. 'You brought me here to-' The train cart rumbled loudly, cutting you off. Wilson mumbled at this and turned to you. 'This is our stop... we'll talk more once we're safely inside...' he said and smiled genuinely at you, but you saw behind his gaze. He was obviously up to something, and you weren't for it.