Irreplaceable (BendyxReader)

She's Alice Angel!

What the hell was Joey Drew thinking?!

You clenched your fists and shook your head, frowning deeply. This...was stupid to get angry over by now. Joey was an awful, selfish man, and if he had been inside this studio before summoning Henry, well, you were sure he was already dead. You glanced back at Henry, who were making his way through the extremely large room slowly, eyeing the large inky fountain with caution. In retrospect, just walking up to the thing probably hadn't been a good idea. Who knew if Bendy, or some other inky nightmare would pop at out of there at any second. You backed away from the fountain and grabbed Henry's arm, following as he went up the stairs that lead up to the second floor and went around the large tower. As you walked you noticed wires trailing the ground, some leading to a sort of lever, and a poster on the wall of Bendy holding some sort of other poster over his face. Work hard, work happy! And his signature smile was at the bottom. You snorted. Joey had treated his workers as nothing more than easily disposable toys, you being a clear example of that. You passed the poster and found yourself in a sort of toy factory, with an old machine that was meant to make the toys. Bendy, Boris, and Alice Angel dolls covered the walls and shelves, and you noted that the Bendy ones looked like your plush. The bastard, now he had stolen your mothers work as well. Henry stepped forward, looking around and groaned when he saw one of the shelves attached to the machine right in front of the door.

"Why is something always blocking the door?"

"Because there is no god and the universe hates us?"You suggested, making the old man chuckle.

Yeah, there was no way you were getting out of this without a cynical sense of humor. But it looked like the shelves could be moved by turning on the toy machine, though with your experience from the ink machine you weren't sure that was a good idea, but hey, what choice did you have? Henry was looking around and noticed that the wires on the ground led to the machine. "Stay here, I'll go try that lever outside." You nodded and waited, looking around the mini factory Hesitant, you lifted an Alice doll and turned it in your hand, pressing your lips together into a thin line. You silently wondered what it would have been like for Wendy to have her own toy, then you realized that that would have meant you stayed, you had to deal with whatever the hell it was Joey Drew was doing with all this. Maybe it was better this way, better that you'd been replaced. The sound of crackling brought yo from your thoughts and you set the doll down to see the wires on the ground were now glowing as electricity ran through them, powering the machine. However, the large gears that worked it weren't moving. Stepping closer you noticed a Bendy toy was wedged between one of the gears. "Somebody must have done thee to all of them.." You muttered as you pulled the toy out and dropped it to the ground. You did this with all the gears. A Bendy head. Alice head. A full Alice Angel doll. Lastly was one of her legs. With those out of the way the gears were turning and when Henry returned he flipped the switch which got the shelves moving. You grinned t one another and walked through, stopping to check out a recorder left at the work station. It crackled to life and an Irish voice filled the room.

"I don't be seein' what the big deal is.

So what if I went

and painted some of those

Bendy dolls with a crooked smile?

That's sure no reason for

Mr. Drew to be flyin' off the handle at me.

and if he REALLY wants to be so helpful,

he could be tellin' me

what I'm to be doin'

with this warehouse I got

full of that angel whatchamacallit.

Not a scrap of the mess

be a-sellin'!

Probably have to melt it

all down to be rid of it all.

But, ya know...

I done found this old drawin',

a sketch for some old character they don't be usin' no more.

Wendy, or somethin' alike.

Now, THAT?

That would be sellin'."

Henry glanced at you, but you just shook your head and set the recorder down. You were still bitter about your dreams, your family's dreams being shattered, but now? You counted Wendy being scraped as a blessing. Who knows what would have happened if you kept on with that, if you'd stayed longer. You exited the room, hoping to find Boris somewhere. Instead, you found yourself in yet another recording room, this one covered with Alice Angel merchandise, and above the small side room blocked by glass, where Susie must have done her recordings, was the words She's quite a gal! It gave you the creeps and you started to tell Henry you guys should go look for another way out, but then the lights flipped of, the small television screens surrounding the booth flickered to life and you could hear the singing.

"I'm the cutest little angel

sent from above,

and I know just how to swing.

I got a bright little halo,

and I'm filled with love-

Pop!

I'm Alice Angel!

I'm the hit of the party,

I'm the bell of the ball,

I'm the toast of every town!

Just one little dance and I know you'll fall-

Pop!

I'm Alice Angel!"

The light in the booth suddenly turned on, like a spot light waiting for the star of the show to arrive. You felt dread take hold of you and you grabbed Henry's arm, pulling him back towards the door with you. You needed to get out.

"I ain't no flapper,

I'm a classy dish,

and boy can this girl sing!

This gal can grant your every wish-"

Suddenly a figure came screaming into the booth, pressing themselves against the glass and staring at you and Henry. They looked almost human, taller and thinner than you, but they weren't. It was a woman who looked almost like..Alice Angel. She wore a long black dress, seemingly made out of ink, the same being said for her long black hair, though a set of horns protruded from it, white, looking like they were made of bone. She also had a halo tilted around the horns, but it was her face that struck you. She could have been beautiful, half her face looked..normal, a large, pretty eye with carefully applied liner, lips soft and plump, painted a dark color. But the other side as ghastly, the left eye pure black, the skin lumpy and the mouth resembling something like a skull, the flesh desperately clinging on. She let out another scream and slammed her fists against the glass.

"I'M ALICE ANGEL!"

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and the curtain rises on our lovely Angel, the star that replaced you, dear readers. However she certainly doesn't look like an angel, now does she?