A Demonic Caretaker (Bendy x Cartoon Reader)

Chapter 3: The Past & The Present

Bendy stood before me, looking me back in the eyes. The air grew cold and hard to breathe. Looking up at him made me feel like I was stuck in a horror film. He quickly picks up on my fear and started to back off.
"Everything I had ever done since that day was to protect you from meeting the same fate as Boris." Bendy said softly. Trying not to flip off the handle.
"Don't you dare try using me as some excuse for fueling this obsession!" I exclaimed enraged by his statement. "I miss him just as much as you do and I'm not going around performing satanic rituals, imprisoning old employees, and I currently am not dripping away from who I am." I said balling my hands into fists. I had been the emotionally drained cause of him, I just wanted to keep what little sanity I had left and maybe, just maybe have a few good years before I go mentally insane. "Look, I care about you, I do. It's just all of this that you've done... I'm frightened to even be near you. That's the truth. Regardless if you wanted to hear it or not."
"So that's how you see me?" Bendy said with a deep growl to his voice.

Both of our hearts ended up not beating for one another. We became dead on the inside, cursed with life in a world we cannot call home. We didn't see each other much after that, if we did it was just an occasional glance of sorrow or anger in passing. We really couldn't make heads or tails of what we were feeling. Most of the time it was just numbness, but mostly emptiness. There was a void that was eating away at us. Neither of us was aware that the other felt the same way and because of this eventually we broke away completely. We made separate sections of the studio our territory. He would stay in his and I would stay in mine. I spend most of my time in the Music Department.

I use to be a singer like Alice Angel, she was my Muse and my best friend, she took me everywhere with her. She had it all. The looks, the voice, the charm. I was quite sure Joey had intended for her to come into this reality instead of me. Well, one day Alice introduced me to Bendy and at that time he had a thing for her. I mean, she was the most beautiful singer and he was a showman so it kinda just fit hand in hand. She often would pull me up on stage with her to sing harmony as Bendy would play the piano. The funny thing was that Bendy taught me how to play the piano for when Alice when he wasn't around. So settling in the Music Department probably wasn't best, but I did have a piano for entertainment. Still, I did miss Alice Angel, she might have been my best friend, but she also was like a sister to me and all I had left of her was my bow. She gave it to me only days before we were dragged into this world.

A couple more days had gone by since Bendy and I had split ways. Everything was so quiet, peacefully almost. Still, I found myself missing the small things Bendy would do even in his new demonic state. I started fantasizing about it. I was lost in thought when I dropped my elbows onto the keys of the piano, which scared the living daylights out of me. I fell off the stool in front of the large instrument. It was quite comical actually. I huffed after laying on the floor for a few seconds and stood up.
'Well, what now?' I thought bored. 'I could walk around the studio again, or watch some old films...' I started to whine from the boredom. It was eating away at my sanity causing me to groan frustrated before I headed towards the main area of the Music Department. From there I saw a man, an old employee, gripping an ax I hid as soon as I saw him. He looked somewhat familiar, but I wasn't so sure.

I got a clean opportunity to hide in a pool of ink not far from me and had faded away into the shadows. Unfortunately, I never got a good look at the man's face. I began to panic when he began to survey the area. At one point he came very close to me. I was able to read "Made in China" on his shoes. The panic caused me to reformed my small figure, course now my white gloves and my face had been speckled black by the ink. My dress had changed, it was a tighter fitting one like Alice's, formed around my (body type) frame. I guess when I changed back I thought of her. My hair was still (h/l) and (h/s), although now it was dripping ink onto my shoulders. The man didn't notice me at first. Maybe I had a chance to fight, or flee.
Instinctively, I tried to flee, but the man had turned around and saw me. I made him jump and drop the ax He looked just as frightened as I was. I took this opportunity to run.

Now hiding in the voice actors recording booth, residing silently, listening to the man's footsteps coming creeping to my location. Terror consumed my body, a terrible reminder of events that had to happen earlier in my life caused inky tears started to prick at my eyes. Why was this man here? Why is he following me? Why does he look so familiar? Closer and closer and step by step the male figure came over to the recording booth I was hiding in. Then his gentle voice spoke out to me.
"H-hello?" He said. When he did my body tensed up, I released who he was and stood up slowly facing him. He had aged since the last time I saw him working at his desk years ago. He had gotten a little gray in his roots and still had the scruffy look.
"This can't be real, (Y/n)?"

"Henry?"