Sent by Ink

Back To The Bustling Days Pt.4

    Yesterday, after the ink incident, Sammy and I went back to his house since it's pretty late now. It's one of the rare days without any additional work for him. Now I have just woken up from 9 full hours of sleep. That dream felt like a memory, but it's also like those pieces of OOC fanfiction, you know? He felt so human and brotherly. I remember throwing a Bendy plush at his face and sipping butterscotch hot chocolate on my birthday. Must be a coincidence, the fact that this Arlene and I share the same birthday. The last bit was about exploring the shops and walking into the snow..And-oh. His figure just collided with the memory of my brother again. Honestly, will you two stop colliding! Now I have a slight headache. Luckily, it's a Saturday. Honestly one of the best days of the week. I step in front of my wardrobe and looks at this interesting ink stained collection. "I" must have an interest in customizing my outfits with ink. Just look at my work clothes. I don't mind them though, because they remind me of my appearance in the ink realm. 

    Honestly, I'm quite happy that I became someone who actually exists in this universe, instead of an awkward time-traveller. Otherwise, I probably have to make up an entire story about myself and work extra hard to find my place in this world. Thank god I have a job, a home, and I actually have a perfect reason to be close to Sammy. Friendship, or family love, is all I want. I pulled out a nice cream colored blouse and suspender skirt (Most of the clothes are cream-colored) with long lantern sleeves and a simple collar adorned with two droplet shaped brass buttons. Meeting the suspenders, a matching belt sits on my waist. The skirt is slightly longer than my work outfit, and much longer than what I prefer to wear in the real world. But it's a cool 1930s style nonetheless. I can recognize the style because my cousin Amora does fashion design and she researched loads of stuff. Looks like Arlene prefers chains, just like I did. According to that dream, "I" save my wages to customize my outfits with chains and all sorts of cartoonish stuff. "I" also customize my work uniform with ink. But looks like this dress didn't evade that fate, despite it's not for work. Maybe Arlene just likes the combination of cream and black. 

    I know I look somewhat cartoonish, but I'm from a cartoon studios anyway. Don't judge me. Sammy's not up yet, probably because this was one of the rare sleep-in days he's got. I learnt from the interaction in our dream that we act like those sibling rivals sometimes, so I guess I'll just fix my own breakfast. I'm not willing to become one of those sappy sweet fangirls yet. There's some bread and butter in the kitchen, along with 2 pears. A pair of pears, lol. I simply took a slice of bread and look for a toaster. I don't do well in history, so I'm not even sure if they have toasters at this time. 

    After looking around for 10 minutes or so, I notice that familiar chunk of metal. So yeah, luckily they do have toasters at this time. I put the slice in, and with a pop, I then smear butter on top. I sliced the pear into smaller pieces. Sammy can fix his own. This is what Arlene will think. 

    You are not Arlene, yet you were.I hear a deep whisper in my mind, just like what I imagined the Ink Demon to sound like. But I am Arlene right now, and I should act like her! Right...?  Please. Get out of my head, Ink Demon, or whoever you are. I took a bite of that toast, as it's also a bite of reality. The smell of toast combined with butter never goes out of fashion. I savoured every bite, and realize that I had nothing but Bacon Soup for the past few days in the Ink Realm. And the fact that they still taste good, despite the fact that they were 30 years expired. I guess that's the power of canned goods. Anyway, I decided to follow what I did in my dream. I tiptoed to Sammy's room, and he actually slept in the exact same position. I hear my cousin, Kalune's voice, ringing in my head: Coincidences are one of the most magical phenomena. 

    But I didn't throw a Bendy plush at Sammy. Arlene is a spoiled and ditzy version of me in my opinion, based on that dream. Since I have absolutely no control over myself in my dream, I know I acted according to her personality because it was like a memory in the back of my mind...Never mind, I don't want to trigger another headache. I hear Sammy groaning. Another migraine? I hope not. Then, his eyes locked onto mine. But the cold blue fire seem to be glazed over today, like some sort of fine sea glass.