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

Chapter Fifty-Five [A Container]

'Do you need any more compression bandages?' Betty asked Bendy, who was patching him up while you looked around inside of your room. She really made the place look nice for you... Bendy shook his head and smiled genuinely, to which Betty chuckled. 'It's odd... I thought it was strange with how happy I felt when I helped Wilson out, but for some reason it is even better with children... what does that mean?'

You look at Bendy, and back at Betty. 'Uhm... I don't know...' you say, feeling awkward. 'Well... no matter!' She looked around at her work, marveling at the room's interior. 'Haha, you should see where I sleep! Euch... But this room, it's just perfect... I saw to every detail for you.' Bendy started to bounce up and down on the bed while sitting, enjoying how fluffy it was. You snickered at his playfulness.

'The bed is clean for you both, and the bathroom is to the left. You look incredibly tired, so I doubt that you will need any herbal remedies to help you like I planned. Now hop into bed, you need to be ready for... what's to come tomorrow...' She said this with some sadness in her tone, but you didn't think of it.

'Okay... Come on, Bendy.' You hopped off the bed and rounded to the side of it, hopping on it once more with more care. You slid yourself into the bed, and you could feel the ink on your body staining the (already stained) sheets. It made you feel uncomfortable, but you were durable. Bendy crawled over beside you and went under the covers, sighing as he relaxed. Never, during the time you had been down here, have you felt so comfortable.

'Rest well, I will come check on you both a little later on.' Betty walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving you both to stew on your thoughts. You turned your head over to look at Bendy, but you saw that he was already long asleep. Twisting your head back at looking at the ceiling, you waited for sleep to overtake you.

It was dark out, the sound of a knife hitting against a ribcage was echoing out... but other than that, it was silent. The warehouse that was enveloping you and keeping you from the outside world was dark, desolate, and black. No popping colour, no happiness. Only rainclouds. You were lost, looking for an exit. A way out. Death. Nothing here has meaning. You just wanted to go home. You came upon a huge empty room, it's ceiling and walls beyond the deep blackness of the stretching shadows. 

Your steps were quick in order to hurry to the other side. Or to a wall. Anything. Everything would suffice. Nothing. Suddenly, the ground was no longer beneath your feet. You stepped into a hole of indeterminate width... and depth. Falling for a good five seconds, before crashing into luke-warm water. 

Figuring out which way was up, you surfaced yourself. The air was humid, and the sounds of your frantic splashing reverberated endlessly in your head. This water was intensely strong, dense enough to make your muscles sore from over exhaustion. Was it water? Or was it all the lies you had been told weighing you down? Was it the truth sinking you into a pit of wallowing despair and disappointment?

Your vision was completely swallowed by the dark. With one hand, you could feel the damp metal wall of your container. Your prison. Your home. Your lungs were already getting tired.

You heart dropped while your body stood on edge as you frantically pulled the covers off of you. Bendy stirred at your movement, and opened his eyes slowly, drowsily flittering his gaze at your scared and helpless face. 'Bendy, I-' Seeing the paleness eat at your tone, Bendy shook his head to wake himself up better. 

What's wrong?

You suddenly held your head in your hands and screamed at the top of your lungs. Bendy was taken aback by your action, but immediately crawled to you and hugged you tightly. You started to stutter as your breath's pace was fastening.

'I... don't know-don't... I... I don't know!' you croaked, messing up and jumbling your words as you spoke. Bendy listened, not interrupting. 'I'm...' Your tears fell onto Bendy's back as you both sat on the bed. 'I'm a kid! I'm just a kid... I  DON'T UNDERSTAND! I...' You couldn't control how tightly you were grasping the imp, and he was obviously in pain. 'I'm sorry, I'm...' You mumbled, but he shook his head.

He was crying too. You were both just kids. Why are you here? Why is Bendy having to live like this? 'We're... kids... Why don't any of the adults think this is weird?' You start to shake profusely and Bendy starts to whimper. 

'THIS ISN'T NORMAL!' You shout angrily as you slouch in anger. Anger as to why you were here. Anger as to why Bendy was here. Anger as to why Joey made this place exist, to torture everyone. You both sobbed loudly as you clutched each other, your pinned down upsets bubbling over the boil. 'This isn't normal...'

Betty burst through the door, hearing the commotion. 'My... are you two alright?' Neither of you replied as you sat quietly, shivering from adrenaline and your breaths shallow. Betty rushed over to the bedside, and reached to grab your shoulder, before retracting her hand. She didn't know what to do. '...Do you need anything?' Bendy buried his head deeper into you, and you replied quietly. 'We need to go home.'

'Go home?' Betty asked in a hushed voice, to which you nodded. 'I just want to go back home... but...' You peer down at Bendy's arched back that was leaning into you. 'Would Bendy...' you shake your head. 'I'm sorry, Betty. You can go back, we'll be quiet.' Betty looked like she wanted to say something but kept quiet. 'Alright... if you need anything, just call and I'll come running!' She laughed nervously, walking back out of the room.

The door shut with a small creak, and you two were left alone. 'Even if we tried to get her to understand, she wouldn't of anyway.' Bendy nodded at your words and let go of you. '...I'm sorry, bud. I just had a... strange dream.' He stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to go on. But you were too tired to try and explain something you didn't understand yourself. 'It's nothing, let's go back to bed.'

Bendy sighed but didn't argue. He slid back into the bed, and you did as well, feeling the dried ink marks start to get slippery again from your movement. 'Goodnight, Bendy.' you whispered quietly, and you could already hear Bendy's soft snoring. You dozed off to the sound of his breathing.