Female!Reader X Bendy ( Beautiful Black )

Miracle

Bendy POV:-
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"I wish you were my creator Kerrin.." I sighed. While trying to draw Boris's body, I could sense Kerrin's surprised eyes as she turns and looks at me. She didn't respond immediately and took her time "I'm not sure if I would be a good creator for you," she said. I made a little mistake around Boris's shoulders, so I groaned at it.

"Here, let me help you" she holds my hand with the pencil and sketched slowly and gently without a force. My eyes laid at hers while she kept her eyes gazing at the lines carefully. "The shoulders are a bit tricky but it will be easier when you understand the motion so don't worry." She assured me with a smile. I nodded, turning my face back to the paper "I envy your characters." I say, "They have a kind nice creator like you"

Kerrin tilts her head "They are not even real Bendy." she stretches her back before adding "you on the other hand, real, alive and.. alive! All I can do is draw them to look alive, force them with various expressions. Because I choose them to be, not like they have any free will like you." Kerrin stated her point rather strictly, but there is one thing she doesn't get it.

"Kerrin, your characters might be more alive than I do, for certain more happier too." I replied, she looked at me confused. Her face formed a question mark.

So I explained to her.

Like everything, for starter. I told her that the moment she creates a character and acknowledges it is the same moment the character is born. Not in a materialized way rather... in a different space that exists inside the art itself. Telling her that made her even more confused than before.

"When the creator created me and I mean by drawing me, I had my own consciousness. I wasn't full aware and all I felt is sinking deep down endlessly. It was cold, quite and somehow I was engulfed with tranquility. I could only hear the voice of the creator. He was happy, enthusiastic and proud. That filled me with happiness as I open my eyes to see my creator, but I couldn't see him. That wasn't too bad though, I was satisfied hearing his voice. Then after me being created in this unknown space, I stared hearing more voices, other creators as they create a world for me and creating my other friends, there was this one artist who made my space more brightly than before.

"Henry..." Kerrin named that person, I nodded with a smile.

"I became more happier when he started to draw me more, it felt too nice to the point I wished that I could see who is behind this art. Not too long until it disappeared." I lowered my tone, still don't get it why Henry left us. I even blame him sometimes for the misfortune that befell us. Even if he wasn't there when these things happened, he could have stopped the creator...

Kerrin hems quietly, thinking about what I just said. So before she asks any question about it I changed the topic.

"Anyway, it didn't matter and I was pleased for the creator on doing his best to get our show to the top. It seemed that they had some difficulties or so, sometimes I don't sense the artist working on me anymore as if they were busy on other things," I explained that dark time we experienced. Me, Alice and Boris all shared the same feeling.

Uncertainty, unsecured and fear.

Have they forsaken us? We thought.

"Our thought was wrong, the creators have bigger plans for us. It was that time I felt something different than the usual, from sinking to being pulled up higher and higher the space flashed with bright light that forced me to close my eyes," I reach my hand up, looking at the ceiling as I recall those unforgettable memories. I paused as I stare quietly before Kerrin asks "What happened..?" she was impatient to know.