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

Chapter Sixty-One [Reunited]

'Uhm... Hi, Tom?' You say shyly, feeling awkward at his gaze. It was weird calling a living and breathing Boris "Tom", but you didn't want to be rude. He walked up to you, and his ears drooped a little. He rested his hands on his knees to get lower to your level. You laughed nervously, but then noticed his left hand. It was a robotic cosmetic arm, which made you flinch back. 'Oh...' you said out loud, then immediately covered you mouth. That was so rude, come on you know better...

He put his hand behind his back and reached into a backpack, pulling something out. You gasped out loud as you found it was Bendy's old plush toy that was ripped apart. 'Bendy!' you cried as you grabbed hold of it. It was stitched back together, and while it was messily done, he looked just like before. 'Thank you!' you say happily, and Tom nodded silently, happy with himself. 

'Are you sure you're alright? You look a bit flustered, Y/N.' Allison took a step closer, avoiding Alice's body. 'I... I just cannot begin to tell you how glad I am you're here...' you sigh, have relief hit you so suddenly. Everything is fine... and will be fine from now. Allison is here... 'Thank you, I thought I was dead meat.' You gesture to Alice's dead body and Allison looks away, upset. 'I tried, really I did, to get her to reconsider her options... but it led to this no matter what I did.' 

Did Allison know Alice before? Alice didn't seem to recognise Allison, she thought it was herself... 'You tried your hardest, Allison. And while fate did this to her, rest easy knowing you did your best.' At your words, Tom and Allison looked at you with confusion. 'Allison?' She asked, confused. Oh.

'Right! Sorry... A man named Henry told me about you both, and called you Allison, as you were...' She waited for you to go on, but you felt like it wasn't right to flatly say your someone you don't remember. 'As I was...?' She asked, and you jumped back into reality. 'As you had a clone of yourself, it was difficult to think of you two as "Good Alice" and "Bad Alice", so he told me he called you Allison.'

'Strange... I don't know this man... and yet his name sounds so familiar. I never liked the name Alice... as you can see why.' She looked to Alice sadly and sighed. 'It's fitting... and it feels right. What do you think, Tom?' He stared intensely at her, somewhat surprised. 'Do you not like it?' You ask him, but he places his hands out in front of him and shakes his head. It's not that, it's something else.

'Right... well, we can always try it out. Allison it is,' she said with a chuckle, and you smiled. Tom looked a bit awkward but still maintained his composure. 'It's very sad though...' Allison looked away. 'The Ink Machine creates many of the same forms, at least... on the outside... But if you look closer, we're all actually pretty different on the inside.' 

'Do... you remember anything besides this place?' Allison shook her head. 'In here, it's my life. I don't remember anything before here. Every now and then I'd hear from audio logs, or people's stories of a civilised place, where people don't hunt each other. But I have never seen this place, so I choose not to think about it and live in sorrow about it. I just need to survive and help others do it too.'

You nod, understanding. 'But... I am wondering something,' Allison said, before giving you a look. 'What in Morning Star's name were you doing in Wilson's retreat?' You perk up at his name. 'Wilson! I nearly forgot... I have to get back right away!' Tom looked at you with suspicion while Allison gazed at you, puzzled. 'What? Why would you- Are you crazy?' She said with surprise in her tone.

'Wilson's our enemy!' She said, and you look to the ground. 'I don't trust him either. But my friend is still there, probably sleeping still for all I know... But I can't trust that. Not after...' You shake your head, not wanting to get angry now. 'I've seen what Wilson has done, and that's good enough for me. Is it really worth it?' You clench your fists and hold onto your Gent Pipe tightly.

 'He has done so much for me; I can't just leave him behind with that madman.' Allison looks like she wants to argue, but sighs instead, looking down at you with tired eyes. 'Please... I need him back.' She looked away, then at Tom, who nodded to her. It's what I'd do for you, and you'd do for me.

'Well, you'll need as much help as you can get. But we have to steer clear of any Keeper's eyes. We're Cyclebreakers, and they want us locked away. We've been able to stay in the shadows this long, we don't want that blown for a rescue mission.' You smile wide and jump into a firm embrace with Allison, who is taken aback. Then she sinks into it with a relaxed exhale. 'I really was worried about you...' she murmured quietly. Tom watched silently, but it didn't make you uncomfortable anymore. That's just how he was.

'Tom and I will gather some of our friends. Anyone who's left, we'll recruit. If Wilson tries anything, we'll be waiting silently. Don't worry, we'll be there.' You let go of her and smile gratefully, 'Good luck, Y/N.' You nod to her and Tom. 'You too, Allison. Tom,' They wave goodbye, and you turn to look at the door to continue, the door they came from. 

'Mind if I take this?' Allison said to the corpse of Alice as she grabbed to Tommy Gun from her arms. You walked forward, holding Bendy's plush toy in your arms are you try to find your way back to Wilson's retreat.