A night in animated hells

Chapter 4

Time skip~

Bendy's Pov:

I watched as Fkume laid down on her back just staring at the ceiling.
I wanted to ask her "What's wrong?" But I knew already how bored she was.
She sighed constantly, almost like she couldn't take having no attention.
Her hands were stretched out extended away from her and her legs were together as she just gave up on how she moved.
Was it really THAT boring here?
I guess to her. Then again...Why is she still here?
She can leave anytime right?
Then why not?
I jumped out of an ink puddle a few inches away from her.
She noticed but didn't act like she cared.
"Hey, Fkume." I said waving and smiling happily.
She glares over to me and then rolls over on her stomach.
Only supported by her elbows.
"Hey Bendy." She said in a bored way.
"What's wrong?" She added getting up to her knees.
"Huh? Nothing's wrong. But, How come your still here?" I asked shrugging at her.
Her eyes widened and her eyebrows arched down.
She stood in silence, but I could tell what I said made her a little mad.
"W-wait wait! I didn't mean it like it was a b-bad thing!" I cried out.
She crossed her legs but still looked a little mad.
"I I just mean you look so bored h-here. Why don't you l-"
"I can't." She said interrupting me.
"Why not?" I asked as I watched her get up to her feet and sighed.
She walks over to me and quickly picks me up like how you'd hold a teddy bear. I narrowed my eyes at her as she took me to the exit door and set me down.
There in front of the door was a deep and dark gaping hole in the floor.
I stood confused.
"How come I never noticed that?"
I asked not taking my eyes off the hole.
She shrugged and started to pace around for second.
"What are you-"
"Thinking of something to do." I wasn't getting tired of the interrupting just yet. She seems like she does it often to anyone.
I sighed and tapped my chin. Thinking as well.
I snapped my finger to get her attention.
"I know something you can do!" I said cheerfully.
She looked over at me unamused.
It was okay though.
I disappeared for a second and came back with a few pieces of paper and a pencil.
"You can draw!" I said as I handed her the paper and pencil.
She smiled a little.
A small smile, but I could tell she was happy either way.
"Okay, thank you!" Her eyes lit up as she nicely took the paper.
She sat at a little table and started to draw.
I watched as she drew pictures of something I didn't really know of what, though.
"What are you drawing?" I asked.
She never looked away from the paper.
She was obviously deeply interested in it.
"Degenerate fantasises."
She answered.
"Degenerate fantasies?" Well that's a way to lower someone's own self strength.
I watched her as her drawings soon looked so real.
They looked so beautiful and colorful.
I couldn't believe what she called her picture . .
A degenerate fantasy?
Why would you think that?
I looked at her picture for a long while.
"Your a really good artist, Fkume."
I said merrily.
She shrugged like it wasn't anything.
"It's just a picture. It's nothing special." She said gloomily.
I pat her back.
"Don't drag yourself down like that."
I said trying to keep my smile up.
She sighed as she drew and sketched with light gentle strokes.
"Why does it matter? I've always just been a waste of space to everyone I met. I don't doubt I'll soon end up being nothing to you soon enough." She said as a stream of tears began to roll down her cheeks.
The tear drops stained her beautiful picture with
sadness and regretful thoughts.
I gave a concerned look at her.
She cannot be like this.
She cannot be depressed!
I know I only knew her for a few of days, but I feel like she needs more support and comfort than anyone who's ever stepped foot in here.
Plus, she's just a kid. A kid in a terrible state.
I grabbed her face with my hands and turned her face to look at mine.
I saw her depression and rough desire to die folded deep into her soft eyes.
"You don't deserve to feel so sad, Fkume."
I said narrowing my eyes in anger and concern.
She sniffles. "If you don't build up strength, then well...You'll never-"
I stopped as she cried harder at my words.
I face palmed my self at what I said.
Wow, I really need help with my social skills.
I pulled her into a hug.
Her cries started to calm down at last.
I rubbed her back gently.
"It's okay, it's okay." I assured her in a calming tone.
She sniffles and clings onto me gripping her hands tightly.
I felt so bad for her.

I hope she won't be like this forever."