The shutters came crashing down, blocking Alice from view as she finished off the Butcher crew member, who died with blood curdling screams. You were frozen in place, unable to bring yourself to move until Henry gently grabbed your arm and began leading you out of the room, through the area with all the Boris corpses, and back outside the big Alice Angel door. which closed shut with a loud bang behind you. Alice's voice crackled through a loud speaker, making you cover your ears. Well, where you would have had your ears.
"My machine s are hungry. Bring me some spare parts!" She demanded, and as she did this strange device beside the door rotated open to reveal a wrench.
You glanced at Henry who sighed and took it. "We can find some parts in the gear boxes that hang on the walls." He said, walking away from the door. You hurried along after him. "Spare parts, really? Can't she do that herself, or is she too 'beautiful'?" You scoffed, making the old man chuckle slightly. "Who knows. All I do know is, if we do this for her she'll let us go." You entered the room with the stairs that led back to the elevator, and as you did Alice spoke again. For a moment you feared she had heard your snide remark, but instead she said, "There are so few rules to our world now. So little truths." Ugh, was she trying to be all poetic or something? As you thought this Henry opened a door at the top of the stairs, peeking inside before walking through as Alice continued her little...whatever. "But there is one rule we all know and respect down here." "You wouldn't know respect if it ripped that halo off your head." You grumbled, and much to your surprise Alice snapped back, "SILENCE!" You snapped your mouth shut. Alice could be heard huffing and making movement. You could practically imagine her smoothing out her hair or adjusting that thing she called a halo. You were certain that she used to be human once, and that maybe she had become this way against her will, much like you. Still, you couldn't find it in yourself to pity her. The woman had gone completely off the deep end. "Beware the ink demon."
You stopped in your tracks, your blood, if you still had any, running cold. You were so shaken that you didn't see an ink monster lurch from the ground and lunge at you, causing Henry to come to your aid. He pulled you back and swung at the thing, hitting it in the head and affectively killing it.
If those things could even die.
Henry pulled you along, around a corner and p a flight of stairs. You happened to glance at his arm.
"Stay out of the open for too long," Alice cackled, "And he will find you."
His arm. His giant cartoony arm. Despite everything that was going on, Henry was able to remain calm. Good old Henry. Yu had to follow his example. Gripping your own weapon you walked behind him, keeping a look out.
"For if you see him, you'd better hide. If you don't..."
Alice paused as you entered what looked like an employee lounge.
"I enjoyed our date. Now , let us begin our work."
Henry pushed open a door, fending off one ink monster as you took care of another. You hadn't seen Boris at all. Was he at the elevator? You hoped he was safe. Looking around you saw that you were in a large room with three smaller rooms inside? Or at least, that's how it looked, the walls in those rooms transparent so you could see inside. Speaking of walls, the one right next to the door had a Bendy cutout next to it, and written beside that in ink were the words:
'I don't want to work here anymore'
and there was an inky handprint running down the wall, leaving long, almost claw like fingers. You swallowed and shook your head, turning your back to it. The air felt stiff, as if it hadn't moved in a long time. Stale. Thirty years was a long time. You noticed that there was more writing on the wall between the rooms and motioned for Henry to follow. Inside one of the rooms was what looked like an operating table, a Butcher gang member laying, unmoving. You stopped briefly to examine the wall.
HE WILL SET US FREE
Had Sammy gotten down here at some point? That had been his schtick.
You turned left and saw a second Butcher gang member in the next room, roaming. Taking a deep breath you flung open the door and the toon immediately set upon you while three ink monsters lurched out of the inky puddles that riddled the floor. You grunted as you swung your wrench with all your might, striking him in the head. Once the room was clear of all threats you were disappointed to see no gear boxes inside. You and Henry did a sweep of the rest of the floor. Besides a giant statue of Bendy, which you were tempted to spit on, you found nothing. The two of you left this room and found another set of stairs leading to a higher level, than another and another. You must have gone up six or seven flights, seeing nothing but little miracle stations and minor ink monsters that died after one hit. Truly pathetic creatures. There were more stairs after that, but Henry noticed a door and pulled it open, walking into some strange room. The first thing that came to your mind was like...a little train station. There was a long hallway, which you imagined the tracks would be, which was flooded with ink. You didn't want to go through that, especially being as short as you were now, but you had to go with Henry. You trudged through the ink, using your wrench to tear down spiderwebs as you did, and froze when you reached the end. A giant window revealed another room, and inside was this...thing.
It was made of ink, with the body of a man but where it's head should have been there was a projector. It walked slowly across the room, and once it was out of sight Henry hurried through the door. You followed, and saw that the monster had taken an exit that was now blocked by shutters, and there were no boxes in the room. Dammit.
More flights of stairs, until you reached the very top. As you pulled open the door you almost screamed when you heard Alice speak.
"Have you met him? The ink demon? They say he hears everything. Every creak of the floor. Every rustle of paper."
You were so distracted by her talking you almost didn't see the monstrosity that was running towards you. A butcher gang member, a fishing pull where it's neck should be, it's head swinging from the line. It wore a belt buckle with the word LIAR imprinted on it. You did scream this time, and Alice laughed.
"I wouldn't be so loud if I were you, Wendy, you never know what will draw him in."
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
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Uh oh. It looks like Alice knows who you 'are'.
And where are those damn boxes?!
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Irreplaceable (BendyxReader)
FanficY/N once worked as a voice actress for an old cartoon, however that was cut insanely short when she was suddenly replaced. Now, 30 years later she returns to the abandoned studio for something she left behind.
