Bendy and Friends

Chapter 12: Interrogation

Dylan struggled at the bonds, and then he realized that he actually wanted to be hidden away. Hidden away from Carlos and Axel. He was just glad that they hadn't found him yet. he didn't want to be part of world domination or whatever wild plan Carlos had this time. But if he didn't want anything to do with it, that would mean that he'd have to find a way to stop them. Alone.

"Whatcha thinkin' about boi?" Bendy snickered. Dylan gulped. "Uhm . . . I . . ."

"Well, what is it?" Bendy snapped. "Be nice to him!" Alice glared at him. "And why should i? He wrecked our lives by destroying the workshop! Now it's my turn to wreck his." Bendy began to melt into the floor. "C'mon, Bendy, it doesn't have to be this way!" Said the other person beside him, who was less of a person and more like a werewolf or something snazzy like that. Bendy disappeared completely, leaving only a disturbing wet stain on the floor. "Yes it does." A low growl rumbled through the room. Now it was time to speak up.

"It wasn't me," Dylan gulped. It felt like time had frozen for a few seconds before an answer came along. "How was it not you? You were there, and very much a part of it." Bendy boomed.

Dylan closed his eyes. Axel was his best friend, and he didn't want to tell on him. Carlos, on the other hand . . . "It was Carlos. The tall one It was all his idea. Some weird plan to take the ink machine. But you won't be able to find him."

There was a pause. "Where is he." Bendy said. Dylan took a deep breath. "WHERE IS HE?"

Dylan's eyes reopened. "Maybe if you loosen these bonds, I'll tell you!" He glared at the floor. A low chuckle sounded. "So you want to play it that way?" Dylan's eyes widened. Ink Bendy had appeared directly in front of him. Dylan closed his eyes and sighed. "He's useless." Said Boris, who was by his side. "Of course he is. Maybe if he gave us an answer, then it wouldn't end this way!"

Dylan shuddered, preparing for a blow to the head, but nothing happened. He opened one eye. Ink was pouring out of Alice's hands and wrapping around Ink Bendy so he couldn't move. "Don't." She hissed. "We need information. And he said that he'd tell us where whoever Carlos is if we loosen the bonds." She moved Bendy to the other side of the room and loosened Dylan's bonds.

"Tell us why you don't like Carlos. Also, could you explain what actually happened? I didn't see anything at the time since I was sleeping next to a turkey." Alice made a chair of ink and seated herself.

"I never said—" Dylan began.

"If you told on him, obviously you don't like him." Alice said understandingly. Dylan looked at her. "He—he went to where your workshop was. he brought me and my friend Axel." Dylan tried to steady his breathing. "And?" She gestured her hand, as if saying ''continue.'' "We tracked down the ink machine. We brought it back to our base." He lowered his head. "Then Carlos convinced everyone—everyone but me—so really just Axel—to drink the ink."

Alice gasped. "No . . . they drank it? Tell me you're joking." Boris whined from across the room. "They—they turned into monsters. Carlos wants to control the world. I ran away because i didn't want anything to do with it." Alice nodded and sighed. "Are you glad i kidnapped him now?" Ink Bendy grinned. "Well, I guess that we can help you." Boris chuckled. Dylan looked back at Alice, who was frowning. "Yeah, maybe, I guess."

Ink Bendy shifted back into his usual form. "So where is he? And where's the other dude who drank the ink as well?" Bendy sneered and leaned into Dylan's face. "Uhm—" Dylan gulped.

A weight lifted from Dylan's chest as he realized that maybe Axel wasn't on Dylan's side after all. Axel had made his decision the moment he took the mug of ink. And now Dylan had made his.
We have a hideout around here somewhere—Carlos' house. Well, his grandma's house, but he makes us call it his house so he can sound cool and powerful and stuff."

Bendy gave a slow lopsided grin to Alice. "You know what this means." Alice only stared back. "No I don't." She said, her face completely straight. Bendy frowned and looked to Boris instead. "We head in and do something?" Boris said. Bendy growled with displeasure. "No," he steadied his breathing. "We're gonna have some fun."

That grin returned as the door opened. "Oh, I see you've come to visit." Bendy said as he took in the visitor.

Sammy had opened the door and his face had lost expression. "Um . . . am I interrupting something?" Sammy said as he met Dylan's eyes. "Who's this?" He asked.

Bendy laughed. "I see you recovered from the poison I snuck into your food." Sammy rolled his eyes. "I recovered from that a while ago—wait, you were there!" Sammy glared at Bendy, and then turned back to Dylan. "Why is he tied up? Who is that, anyway?" Sammy said, glancing at Alice as she sighed. She tucked a loose strand of inky hair behind an ear and said, "Bendy found him running away from some people, and he knocked him out and brought him here. His name is Dylan."

Sammy raised an inky eyebrow. "Running from who?" He questioned, crossing his arms and leaning against the open door. His attention was fixed on Dylan's sweat-covered face as he quivered silently. "He's running from two boys named Carlos and Axel." Alice answered, closing her eyes. "And as funny as it sounds, they managed to steal the ink machine." She finished, sighing and putting a hand on her hip.

"THEY STOLE THE INK MACHINE!?" Sammy exploded. A moment passed where everyone in the room cringed at Sammy's revolting breath. "You need a mint," Dylan muttered.

Sammy simmered down, his fists tightly clenched. "How did they get their hands on the ink machine? Didn't the whole place burn down?" He pressed tightly. Alice's face was blank as she slowly faced Bendy And Boris. "He obviously doesn't know that the ink machine survived the fire," Boris whisper-yelled, placing a hand on the side of his mouth so Sammy couldn't hear. Even though he could. Boris couldn't whisper quietly at all.

The room was silent for a moment until Dylan accidentally sneezed on Alice.

"So . . ." Sammy said, screwing his eyes shut. "So you're telling me that the ink machine is in someone else's hands now?" He finished, lifting a hand and running it over his bald head as if he had hair.

"Yep. Pretty much." Replied Boris, crossing his arms and nodding slowly in a knowing way. Sammy sighed, visibly annoyed. "Please tell me they didn't do anything with the ink." His arm fell loose at his side as he scanned the faces of the others. Dylan's lip was trembling and his eyes were shut as Sammy looked around the room.After a moment of Sammy studying everyone's faces, he groaned and slapped his moist forehead. "You've got to be kidding me."