I'll Be Your Angel [Alice Angel X Reader]

Chapter Three: Runaway Angel

The young angel had no idea what she saw, but she did not want to risk a potential threat. She's long since learned that anyone holding a weapon in the studio means trouble, even the mostly passive Lost Ones became aggressive whenever they had any form of weapon in their warped hands.

Her mind and memories may be a soupy, incomplete mess that she can't make heads nor tails of, but what she's learned from her past experience is clear as day.

She finally came to a stop once she reached an all too familiar area, shuddering at the Bendy cutout that seemed to be staring into her nonexistent soul. She's been trapped in this area with no way out, she was too small to reach the switches that could possibly let her open the door and let herself out. Not that she would want to leave regardless, it was easier to hide from Sammy than the Ink Demon, and the Ink Demon has never come into this room since Sammy claimed it as his territory. Besides, the room was strangely comforting to her. The dull lighting and lack of technology compared to the rest of the studio made it feel much more like how the studio was in its golden days, compared to how it was now. An inky, mechanical mess, where the people trapped were no longer employees, but prisoners to the ink that flooded the entire studio.

She was quiet as she could be despite wearing kitten heels, she didn't want to risk Sammy hearing her and possibly seeking her out. The whole studio was terrifying to no end, and the terrifying limbo she'd be forced into if she got careless and passed away was her worst nightmare. It was terrifying. Nothing but black as far as the eye could see, senseless screaming in every direction, not knowing which voice was your own, not knowing if you'd be you if you had the courage to climb back out...

It was a fate worse than death.

She was jerked out of her thoughts as she heard footsteps approaching, quickly dashing off to hide by the nearby coffins. She peaked around the corner of the wall and saw the woman she had seen passed out on the floor, ax in hand. The angel's stomach tightened in uncomfortable, fearful knots at the sight and backed up so that she couldn't be seen, but she could still see the new face. The woman plucked a few strings on the banjo near the Bendy cutout, a disgusting noise for anyone to hear. Both of the girls winced at the sound, the older woman turning to the long abandoned audio log instead.

Sammy's voice filled the room, and the angel felt fear grip her inky heart. Just hearing Sammy's voice was enough for her to panic, given how many close calls she's had with him in the past. The stranger however, didn't seemed phased. She seemed almost... sympathetic. But why would she feel that way? She's never been here before, has she? The small angel let out a breath of relief as she heard the click of the recorder, only to cover her mouth in surprise and fear when a voice was heard echoing throughout the room.

"I said. Can I get an amen?"

The older woman didn't seem phased, but the angel was. The older woman simply spun on her heel and made her way down the hall, towards the sealed door. The angel dashed out from her hiding spot once she no longer heard the woman's footsteps, quickly examining the tape. No way could that voice have been on the tape, it sounded like it was right behind her... she carefully picked up the recorder, checking to see if there was another tape in it... nothing. Nothing at all. She sighed and lifted it back into the table, setting it down on the edge of the table.

Only for it to slip off the edge and land on the ground with a loud thud.

The angel let out a loud yelp in surprise and quickly dashed back to her previous hiding spot. She heard some quick steps and saw the woman from earlier running back over to the tape, her pants noticeably stained black from ink. Probably from the flooded hallway that leads to the exit.

"What in the? Who did this?" Her voice was calm in tone, but the young angel could detect a note of unease. The woman took a couple steps back from the broken tape and folded her arms across her chest, seeming to lose herself in thought.

Then, thanks to a stroke of bad luck, the woman turned her head to the angel's hiding place. The angel froze in her place, her eyes widened in fear. The older woman was frozen as well, her eyes wide in surprise. She unfolded her arms and dropped her ax to the floor, a resounding clang echoing throughout the room. The young toon was ready to run, preparing to take a step forward, only to feel something click in her mind. This woman... she knew her. The woman who slaved over her desk with all her passion and care. The woman who always worked her hardest whenever it came to any cartoon that involved the angel.

The animator that was responsible for her rise to fame on the silver screen.

"(Y/N)? Is that you?"

"...Alice?"