Bendy and Friends

Chapter 13: The Plan

Somehow midnight passed without them noticing; they were up pretty much the whole night discussing what to do about the "stolen ink machine" situation. They argued about how they should have tried to stop them, or how they could've probably convinced Mickey or Oswald to transfer from Disney to SillyVision so they could reason with the thieves, and much more.

"Hey, uh, guys?" Dylan said in a quiet voice.

Alice spun around with her eyes wide open. As she spun, she ended up knocking over Boris and Bendy with her dress. "WHAT!?" She screamed as she collapsed on the floor in a crisscross position, clutching Dylan's hand as tight as possible.

"Uh, i was just going to ask for you to untie me." Dylan said, glancing down at his now-purple hand. The room was silent for a moment as Alice calmed her choppy breathing, still squeezing Dylan's hand enough to snap it.

Boris sat up, groaning. "How can your dress do so much damage?" He gently placed a hand on his forehead and shut his eyes.

"Sorry," Alice panted, tightening her grip on Dylan's hand even more.

Dylan swallowed, hoping it would get rid of his dry throat. "So what are we gonna do about it?" He said timidly.

"Well, YOU are certainly not doing anything." Bendy said, crossing his arms. Alice shot him a glare, then sweetly turned back to Dylan. "All he's saying is that maybe you should start a new life. In Texas." She smiled sadly. Behind her, Bendy slapped his forehead. "That's clearly not what I said."

Dylan glanced at everyone. "I have to do something to help, they're—well, they were my friends . . ."

Sammy was hunched by the window, glaring out into the dark night. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with it." He said, turning towards Dylan. "And I also thought you wanted to be untied." He glanced at the bonds and Dylan's purple hand. "Can you even feel that hand?" Sammy asked.

"Nope," Dylan replied.

Alice finally let go of his hand and untied the bonds. "Okay guys, I have an idea for what we can do." She said, meeting everyone's tired gaze. "Finally, someone has an idea." Boris sighed, sipping from a cup of coffee that somehow magically appeared out of nowhere.

They all gathered around a plastic kiddie table in the center of the room, squeezing onto the tiny seats attached to it. "Okay, so I was thinking we could send Dylan back as bait." Alice said, causing Dylan to begin to panic. "I can't go back there," he said. "They'll force me to become one of them!" He said frantically. Alice merely set her head on her hand and said, "Not if you can convince them you're more powerful."

The room fell silent, except for Boris, who started to become gassy from whatever was in the mysterious coffee.

"I don't know," said Bendy. "That doesn't always work. Remember when you guys came to the workplace and weren't even slightly intimidated by us?"

Dylan have him a weird look. "I didn't even see you." He then said, "People can fake confidence though. They can fake confidence and courage easily. Especially Carlos and Axel."

Boris slurped and sipped the last bit of the coffee, trying to suck in as much as he could. After a few seconds of endless slurping, Bendy yanked the mug out of his hands and threw it out the conveniently open window. Boris glared and crossed his arms.

"I think it's a good idea," Sammy said. "If we can use him as bait, we can find out information on what they're possibly planning."

Alice nodded, focusing back on Dylan who was turning green. "I can't." He said, shaking slightly. "Of course you can," Alice said, "You can take Boris and pretend he's your new puppy. You know, for moral support and stuff."

Boris groaned. "No!" He screamed. "I. Need. More. Coffee. First." He said, slamming his fist on the table. To everyone's surprise, it cracked and broke in half.

"Okay, well, let's stick to the basics. We can send Dylan back, and we either send him with a wire, or Boris, or just trust that he's reliable enough to share anything and everything he experiences there," Bendy said, carving cubes and pentagram shapes into his arm with a butter knife.

"We could also get Joey to help. He's the creator of the ink machine, after all. He probably knows more about that ink than anyone else. Maybe there's a way to turn them back." Sammy exclaimed, shrugging.

Alice nodded, yanking the butter knife out of Bendy's grasp and stabbing it into her arm. She pulled it back out, and began writing on one half of the broken plastic table with the ink on the knife. "Okay. Dylan as bait, Sammy can get Joey to help, Dylan can tell us their plans, Joey finds way to turn them back. But wait, what would he be used as bait for?" She said, glancing around the two halves of the table.

"Maybe Dylan could take some of the Ink. As a sample, I mean. They could offer him some, he could pretend to drink it, then take it back as a sample. I just don't know what we'd use it for, but I'm sure Joey could do something with it." Said Sammy.

"Okay, that sounds . . . well, it's the best we can do, I guess," Alice said, "we can fine tune things and begin tomorrow morning."