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The Past

  On my way back to the infirmary, I really can't help thinking of the past. To be frank, my past. I closed my eyes and listened to my own footsteps. I've never gotten a chance to listen to them before, because so many things have happened. But this corridor was quiet. I can clearly hear them echoing. I like the sound of the heels of my boots clicking on the ground. it just felt...satisfying. I sat down on a bench, zipped down the zipper and pinched my calf. I nearly cried. It was my own flesh and skin instead of the prosthetic stuff. 

  My thoughts travelled to the real world. 

  I was born with severe deformities below my knee, so severe that they had to be amputated. That's what my mother told me. I lived with prosthetic crura because I really can't bear having nothing under my knees. I wore boots to conceal them, and plus, they look cool. And if I had to travel long distances, I need to use a wheelchair. 

  My parents are a bit too protective of me, they won't even let me become a gamer! I had dreams of designing my own game someday, and to earn money, I need popularity. Gaming allowed me to know better about them, and they gave me inspirations. But what I enjoy the most about them is that they allow me to go to different dimensions and I can sometimes interact with the characters I like. And I can't do that in real life, because I'm always fretted over. 

  But in the world of Bendy, I felt the entirety of restoration on my body. I guess Bendy truly is a savior? But he only brings people in, then he locks the door. If I can still return to the real world, I really want to find a way to bring Sammy and Susie/Alice with me. I really want to see their reaction. But I'd better start working on the angel's new wardrobe later. 

(Author: I finally get to mention more of Aravis' past!)