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

Chapter Fifty-Three [Relinquishing Hardware]

The train skidded to a halt and Wilson stood up. 'Come along now, Y/N... You don't want to get lost here.' You stand up as well and have a look around for your weapon, meekly hoping it was here. Surprisingly, you found it on the other side of the train's cart. Wilson was already off and walking away, so you quickly grabbed the pipe and slowing stalked behind him, not wanting to satisfy him by running to catch up.

After walking forward for a while, you felt a strange pulsing in your head and left arm. The sound of a high-pitched ringing echoed in your mind, and it frustrated you with how annoyingly dull it was. The glow on your hands evaporated under your inky skin, and you immediately knew what was happening... the exact same thing that was going on with Bendy. They must've figured out how to infect you too.

You went past a Keeper, but stopped as you noticed him choking a Lost One. Anger pelted you raw and you slapped the creature with your weapon without thought. It dropped the helpless man and turned to you slowly, obvious rage in its mind. It screeched loudly and was about to attack you, but Wilson came to your aid. 'Don't hurt her, we need her... for now.' The Lost One ran between you both and dashed for the train. With how impossible his escape was, you still meekly hoped he would get out.

'Come on.' Wilson whispered into your ear and grabbed hold of your left wrist tightly. You struggled at his grasp, but it didn't budge. Instead, he dragged you down the hall like you were his kid who had just misbehaved in public. Oh, how you wish your Demise ability wasn't taken down...

He led you up a small staircase, and you tripped slightly on the incline. He didn't seem to notice or care, as he slung you forward with his rough hand. He let go and sighed, turning his face away from you. 'Don't get on the Keeper's bad side. I didn't think of you as a troublemaker back at Arch Gate, Y/N...'

'You didn't even know me that well! You were a janitor.' Your tone was harsh, but it didn't faze him. 'The Demon's evil continues to spread...' he breathed out heavily and then pointed at you. 'It's even getting to you, of all people.' You cross your arms and stare coldly into his eye. 'Bendy didn't do anything to me at all, it was you. You brought me here, and you made me like th-' He raised his hand out to quieten you, and you felt the sense of the Keeper's gaze behind you boring into your back. You shut yourself up.

'This world has begun to shatter...' He started, gesturing to the world around you. The ringing in your ear suddenly got worse, and his voice jumbled into a meaningless mess of sounds. 

He's lying, Y/N...

Bendy's voice called to you in your mind, his invisible, and silent voice. 'Bendy!' you cried out, overjoyed to hear a sign of your friend being alive. 'What was that?' Wilson turned back to you and stared at your suspiciously. You snapped back into reality and played with your hair nervously. 'Uhm... nothing.' Wilson glared into your eyes for a moment before rolling his and returning back to his story.

Wilson walked over to a lever and pulled the switch, easily reaching it from his height compared to you. 'Almost there...' he said quietly, pointing beyond the door frame. 'Just a quick stop, won't take but a moment.' You grumbled hearing that. You just wanted to see Bendy, not stop and have a chat with this monster. 

You walked through the door, but he didn't follow. Instead, he quickly shut the door behind you. 'Wilson? Wilson!' you cried out, banging on the metal door. Nothing. Coward. 'The subject will stand in the designated location.' A sudden and loudly cracking Keeper's voice oozed into reality, frightening you as you clawed your fingernails into the metal with a jolt. You moved slowly forward and noticed a Keeper staring at you through a glass pane. 

'Designated...? Oh.' There were two footprints painted on the floor on a hatch, which looked to be awfully suspicious. Still, the watchful eye of the Keeper creeped you out, and you decided to follow his orders. You place your feet on the footprint outline, and a glass wall popped out and surrounded you, making you yelp in surprise. The sound of wind rushing past your ears was excruciatingly loud, before it all went quiet as the surrounding glass wall shrunk down again.

'Lethal object detected... The subject will submit all weapons for further screening. Disobey, and the subject will be deemed with consequences.' You grasped your pipe tightly before sighing harshly. Holding out your pipe and looking at it for a while, you place it down onto the table carefully. You no longer had the strange seeing device, so that didn't matter.

You step back onto your designated location, and the same glass wall sprung up once more. You gritted through the loud vacuum-like noises and saw the glass shrink back as the sound dissipated. 'The subject is clear for entry.' The rolling door that leads ahead opened slowly, and you ran straight to it, frustration plowing through you as you thundered down. Wilson was waiting for you on the other side.

'Welcome to the civilised world.' He gestured around him, and you noticed how... clean the place was. The same gross hue was everywhere, but there was a fountain centrepiece for crying out loud! It certainly was... nicer here. But you wouldn't let this fool you. You were too smart for that now. He started to walk forward, and you followed behind quietly. 'How do you like my signal towers? They nullify the Ink Demon's powers so he cannot pass them. I wish I could say I invented them, but it seems out friends at the Gent Corporation had a demon problem as well...' His attempt at small talk as you escalated the stairs bored you, but something else intrigued you. 

What appeared to be a woman with a mechanical face was waiting for you in front of a bizarre looking painting mural on the wall. She stared at you both as you came closer, and her calm physique interested you. You waved meekly at her, to which she waved back happily, no expression showed on her face. 'Hello there...' she whispered quietly, soft enough for Wilson not to hear.