The orchastrater's Daughter

Bendy is real?!

Bendy's pov

The basement door swung open. Sammy and Alice came walking down.

"M'lord, there's someone special that I would like you to meet"

I quirked my brow. I thought he went to dispose of the intruder. I noticed Alice carrying a large bag to the cots.

"Very well" I was slightly curious by this point.

"Darling, it's alright. Come down" he called to the small female that I hadn't noticed standing at the door.

She looked so much like Sammy did.

"M'lord, you may not remember her very well, but this is Sarah"

This is Sarah? She's really grown up. She's rather Attractive. She stood behind Sam timidly. Was she afraid of me? I thought I was her favorite cartoon.

"Dearest, there's no need to fear" Sam assured her.

I held my hand out to take hers. She looked down at her hands that were balled onto her chest. She hesitated at first, them she placed her dainty hand in my larger one.

Her hand was wrapped in gauze. A warm metallic scented liquid dripped from her palm into mine. Gently I turned her hand over. Blood soaked the bandage and was dripping through. Carefully I removed the bloody rag. The crimson fluid spilled onto the cement floor.

"What happened? Who caused this?" I asked concerned.

"Some kids in class thought it would be funny to make my beaker explode in class"

"You didn't say anything?"

"It's not like anyone would believe me" she trailed off.

"Sam, please get me the first aid kit"

Sam looked up from Sarah's wound and nodded, going over to the cabinet across the room. He handed me the small box. I walked her over to a small spigot and splashed water onto her hand. An old towel was used to dry her off. Next I took a closer look at the cut. It was rather deep, deep enough to require stitches.

"Uhg, not again!" she huffed.

"Again?"

"I need more stitches. At this point I'm gonna run out of thread" She pulled a small makeup box out.

Inside was a spool of surgical thread a needle, a vial of rubbing alcohol, a lighter, and a vial of topical numbing cream.

She threaded the needle and dipped it into the alcohol. She ran the needle through the flame of her lighter. Sarah applied the cream to the cut,

Sam was watching with confusion.

"Sarah, what are you doi-"

He and I froze as she plunged the needle into the ripped flesh. She proceeded to stitch herself closed with a professional movement.

"How did you know how to do that?" Sammy asked looking and the expert grade work.

"Pre college classes"

"Really?"

"No, Henry showed me"

"Why?"

"He stitched a gash I had gotten while playing soccer"

"You played soccer?"

"Yeah, for a little while"

She wrapped her hand and put a glove over it.

Henry had finally woke up with a groan.

"Damnit, my head......grrr" he growled at no one in particular.