[DISCONTINUED]Bendy x Reader ( Forgotten, not Broken )

Chapter 16

A/n: What the waht!!?! 1.7k views??? 0_0

*You*
Bendy gazed at me, looking from head to toe. It honestly felt strange to remember the past, but it saved me none the less. I just wondered why Bendy would've tried to kill me if I didn't remember. I couldn't imagine him as that insane psychopath I saw in my dream with Alice.

"... I'm sorry." I heard him say. He was looking at an unfinished drawing on the wall.

"For what?" I asked, although he could've been sorry for many things.

"... For not doing anything to help you, back when I lost you..."

I saw fat black tears run down his cheeks, a faint sad smile on his teeth.

Rushing over to him, wiping off the tears, I hugged him tightly. "There was nothing you could've done, Bendy. Don't blame yourself for my death. You were in a state of shock, I understand that. Don't beat yourself up over it."

His arms wrapped around my waist, his arms shaky, his breathing uneven. Petting his head, attempting to calm him down, I hummed an old tune. I began to hum our tune.

He began to sniffle, clutching onto my shirt tightly, acting as if I'd turn to dust if he didn't hold on to me. "... Y/n..."

I stopped humming, looking at his black beady eyes. "Hm?"

"I... I just... wanted to know... How did you remember all of a sudden...? Y-your name..?"

I hesitated, unsure about what exactly did happen for me to get my memories back. It felt like Alice helped me, but I wasn't sure at all what the reason for my memory loss or gain was for. It was like fate was screwing with us in a sick and twisted game.

"W-well... I... Had some help... from Alice... Well, her spirit, I suppose? I'm not quite sure..."

"... Do you know where Boris is..?"

"No idea." I shrugged. He finally let go, pools of ink tears staining my shirt. I wouldn't care less. Oh wait, I did care.

"Hey Bendy?"

"Yes?"

"Do you wear clothes?" I questioned. He jumped at the question, red faced and tense.

"U-um, w-well, y-yes?"

"Your clothes matches your skin?"

"Well... not exactly... I can wear clothes... but I don't."

I was pretty confused. He wasn't wearing any clothes, but I don't know anything about ink monster autonomy. For all I know, it could be like a dog's and its covered by it's skin or something. (Omg, what am I doing?)

"I um.... You must really be confused, considering you're human and uh... Know... About... Human reproduction systems?"

"I am pretty confused."

"Well... um... we don't actually.... have those...?" He shrugged, unsure about how to explain it.

"Why not?" I asked. I felt dumb asking that, but I was naturally a curious girl.

"Um..." Bendy blushed dark red, as if he were trying to make up a kind of lie. "We're made from Ink, you see? We aren't really... Solids."

"Oh... I suppose so... I mean, it makes sense." (Lol, a conversation to kill wording time :D)

"Anyways, we should go and look for Boris..." Bendy changed the subject and turned to face the door. He left before I could say his name. Holding my fist to my chest, shutting my lips tightly in shame, I looked at the ground.

I wish I could say those three simple words to him, but it won't be so easy if he's trying to avoid the inevitable. It's been years and I still haven't been able to even confess. My memories are fuzzy, but I know I've loved him since the day we locked eyes.

Since the day I visited there and got killed....

Realizing my shirt was still wet, I looked down at myself. I slightly pulled my shirt open, just to check for... my womanly parts?

I quickly stopped and covered it, discovering since I was half human I still had those... parts. It would've been fun to walk around clothless and not give a hoot about others, but I guess the Ink wants to be specific with me.

It was a huge problem, considering I'll be irritated with itchy skin if I didn't get a new shirt, and I doubt that this place has anything for it, besides paper, ink, wood, and film.

Deciding to follow Bendy and find Boris, I walked through the door and into a hall. It seemed as if these people really liked their hallways, because there was so many. Bendy was waiting for me at the end of the hall, which was surprising since I thought he'd go ahead and leave me to find myself through this maze of a hallway. Looks like my habit of getting lost is still something my mind remembers, because I got lost too soon for my sake after remembering my past life.

Then I began to think about how I came back. How is it that I came back anyways? I died, but came back conveniently when the ink machine was turned on.

Maybe fate has a plan?

A/n: sorry, but fate is me sweetheart, and I do have a plan :3