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

Chapter Fifty-Six [A Harsh Awakening]

'Good morning!' The chirpy voice of Betty called out as she opened the door to your bedroom wide, making you groan. It only felt like you had slept for an hour... 'I... believe that's what humans say when they greet each other out of bed? I'm not wrong, am I?' You sit up and gulp, feeling a daily morning-sore throat accompanying you. 

'No, that's right, Betty.' you croak as you stretch your arms up in the air. Bendy was still sleeping, obviously in a deep dream. He looked... content... for once. 'Let him sleep.' You whispered when Betty walked over to him. She glanced at his rest, before nodding. 'As you wish. Wilson would like to talk to you in a few hours. You may walk around, but do not leave the safe zone. His instructions.'

'Okay...' you say, softly hopping out of bed to not disturb Bendy. 'Do you need anything to eat? I can make you some breakfast if you'd like.' At the thought of food, your stomach rumbled. You flushed with embarrassment and scratched the back of your head with a nervous laugh. Betty chuckled and left the room. I may as well refresh myself. There is a bathroom in here, right? 

You were answered by the door to the bathroom creaking open slightly. You turned your head slowly to look at it, an eerie feeling enveloping you. Heading toward the door, you saw that it was empty. No one was in here. No one was in here.

My imagination must be a bit hyperactive today... you thought as you walked in front of the mirror, surprised by your face staring back at you. Your eyes were glowing even brighter than before, and your hair looked a lot less fluffy... Your face had less of a youthful chubbiness to it, as if the ink and madness of this place was taking it away from you.

'Wow...' was all you could say. You poked your face, and inky trail of goo attached to your finger, thinning the further you drew your finger away. 'Disgusting...' You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your hands on the bathroom's counter. It was odd not holding your Gent Pipe in hand, you hand waws almost used to clenching something, so it being relaxed felt like a new sensation. You listened to the ambience around the room, the sound of gears churning behind the walls, the sound of the plumbing, and even a strange humming of an angelic voice. What? 

You opened your eyes, only to see a disfigured Alice staring at you from behind. You were about to scream, but she grabbed and clasped her hand over your mouth, muffling anything that came out. 'Shush, honey... We're going to have some fun, okay?' She cooed in your ear, making you squirm in discomfort and fear. With how tightly she was holding your mouth and nose, you started to lose consciousness from lack of oxygen. Your eyes started to falter, closing on the world as you saw the strange woman smile grimly.

Henry had warned you of a woman, a woman who had a grotesque face and evil intentions... Susie?

While your vision had grown dark, the last thing you thought of was hoping Alice wouldn't find your sleeping demon friend...