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

Chapter Sixty-Five [Splashes of Colour]

'We have so much to discuss...' Wilson rambled on, while you stare at the fancy wallpaper on the walls... in the halls... you really didn't want to talk to him. But, if you were to "break" the Cycle, you knew you had to get on his good side for a while instead of flat-out refusing.

'I have been planning this project for a long time, and I think you as a young child would like it!' He smiled wide and looked down at you, and you passed him an awkward smile back. 'What's the this exactly?' you ask, hoping he would just tell you. 'Let's just say it's a plan to throw the Ink Demon off of his throne...' You froze in your tracks. 'You're planning to kill him, aren't you?' Your cold tone couldn't be shielded. How had you not thought of this?

He looked at you for a moment and his smile faltered. 'Of course not,' he said calmly. Lie. 'I just have an idea to... drive him away...' He put his hands behind his back and clasped them together, as if trying to appear harmless. 'I see your bond with... "Bendy"... I wouldn't do that to you.'

'But you could kill me and bring me here.' You glare and him and cross your arms, still holding the pipe in arm. 'Don't try anything, or you'll regret it.' you said simply, and continued to walk forward. He caught up with you after a second and pointed int eh upcoming direction to a place labelled "Laboratory". 'In here.' 

He rounded the corner, and you followed warily. 'I've been conjuring this a while, and it's still in production, so don't be too harsh.' He said, then stopped at a stair way. He gestured down the stairs. 'After you...' His quiet voice reminded you of when Bendy opened the door for you for the Hotel. Wilson had been a lot more threatening about it. 'Okay.' You didn't want to look worried, so you furrowed your brow and walked down the stairs with your back straight. 

You could hear him follow behind you, but you tried to ignore his slow, menacing steps. This staircase led in a spiral down, and you didn't like how long it was taking. But a bright light stopped you in your tracks, only for you to stop breathing entirely. A basin canister was sprawled onto the floor with its lid open, a gooey, vibrant substance leaking out. A colourful goo.

'I... Is...' you stuttered your words, your eyes fixated on this bright and beautiful sight. 'Yes, my dear.' Wilson laid his hand on your shoulder from behind, but you were too hypnotised by the substance to care. 'After trying many... many times, I found a way to bring colour into this stained and dark place. Only the basics so far... red, yellow, green, blue...' He gestured to the vibrant expanse, and you exhaled shortly, a big smile on your face as you suddenly ran down to it. 

Wilson was surprised by this but watched as you sat down beside it. 'Wilson...' you say quietly, placing a finger in the substance. It was ink. Was it only a hallucination? It didn't matter. 'Can anyone else see it?' You asked as you brought your finger back and rubbed the ink behind your thumb and forefinger.

'Yes, anyone can. I brought Betty to see it, and she... broke down... you could say. It was too much for her.' You stared at him, then the goo. 'Oh...' 

'If you're wondering... Bendy would be just fine seeing it.' He said, looking ahead with a calm expression. 'But he isn't allowed to be down here. Maybe in the future,' he added after seeing your face of disappointment. 'He's never seen colour before, so I'm sure he'd be surprised.'

You hoist yourself up off the floor and dust off your thighs. 'Ready to keep going?' You couldn't tell whether or not Wilson was mocking you or just wanted to keep moving. You ignored your thoughts and walked ahead of him.

You were greeted by clear pipes flowing with the glowing, colourful liquid, and it was oh, so mesmerising. You slowed down your pace just to watch it as you went past. 'Amazing, isn't it? My labour is for good cause, I'm trying to bring good into this nightmarish void.' Was he trying to make him look better in front of you? You sigh and keep walking. 

The spiral felt endless, it just kept going... and going... until you reached the end. Going down the last flight of stairs, you found yourself standing in a strangely foreboding hallway, which made you slightly uncomfortable as you felt Wilson staring daggers into the back of your neck.

The sliding door slowly opened as you got closer, to reveal a colour saturated room. Your eyes lit up in wonder at the spectacular sight; you never knew you would be so happy to see colour in your life. 'Beautiful...' you whispered under your breath as you looked around. Clear pipes were transporting the special liquid to someplace special, and there were splotches of leaks dripping down. While it looked rather unsanitary, and it reeked of fresh ink, you still felt yourself calm down at the glory of this room.

'Keep going...' Wilson reminded you, and you snapped back into reality. 'Right,' you said, nodding slowly before walking forward into a colourful tunnel. 'How did you do this?' You trailed your left hand along the walls of the tunnel. It looked amazing with the combination of shadows and the mixing of the colours together... 'That's classified, but I'm glad you find it amazing for what it is... Y/N.' 

Wilson's posters aligned the walls with splotches of colour covering them. He rubbed his hand along it to try and wipe it off his face, but failed. You smile and walk up to the sliding door, which opened to you automatically. It opened you back to reality, the room completely dull with its yellow-orange hue. 

'Here we are!' Wilson said, walking by you and opening the next door to reveal a safe room behind a laboratory's safety glass. 'Now, make sure you're ready... you won't come back the same after this.' That's for sure. You are led inside of the laboratory and the door closes behind you, leaving you alone in a room with Wilson.