Irreplaceable (BendyxReader)

A not so miracle station

You and Henry returned to the door that led to Alice's lair, making sure Striker stayed back with Boris. You knew Alice didn't seem to be a fan of the Butcher gang...or any other ink creature, for that matter. Once again, Alice's voice screeched from whatever speakers were hidden inside the building as Henry put the gears in the drop box.

"Have you seen them? The swollen ones! They're just stuffed full of extra thick ink. Ink makes me sick!"

She made you sick.

"And yet...it's the perfect thing for keeping myself together."

You didn't like the sound of that.

"If you're going to catch them, you're going to have to learn to move quietly."

With that, the revolving door thing opened again and you took out the new tool. A large syringe. You glanced up at Henry. "....I don't like this." "Me neither, but it's not like we have much choice." He placed a hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you to start walking. You rejoined Boris and Striker, once again heading up that impossibly long flight of stairs, which is where you ran into the first one. The first 'swollen one'. They were bigger than the other ink monsters. Scarier. Their animal like growls and groans deeper than the rest. When it lunged at you, you inhaled sharply and thrusted forward with the syringe, using it like some sort of weapon. Once it...'died', you reluctantly collected the ink.

The second monster was in that room.

I don't want to work here anymore.

Oh god. That wasn't monster wasn't who wrote on the wall, was it? It didn't used to be a real, living person...did it? Oh god, you felt sick. When you didn't move, Henry took the syringe, sneaking up on the monster and killing it himself. "...we can't afford to hesitate now." He was stern, but he was also right. These things wanted to kill you.

You didn't have time for pity, or second thoughts.

You had to get out of this alive.

You WERE getting out of this alive!

Hearing this swollen one get killed, a third approached and you took the syringe, determined to do this yourself. It was bigger than you, thanks to your current...state, but you didn't let that matter. You thrust the syringe in and just pulled on the handle, sucking out it's ink, killing it. From there, your group went Further up the stairs. To that flooded area that looked like some sort of tracks. To the window that showed the projectors rooms. Nothing. More stairs. God, you hated these stairs. In the clock room you found about 4 of the big guys. That was....7? How many did Alice want you to kill before she would be satisfied? Another one back near where the Butcher gang poster had been.

Speaking of, whenever you ran into those little creeps, no offense to Striker, Striker would take care of them personally. It almost seemed like he felt..insulted, by they're existence. And possibly even his own. You once thought you heard him calling them a 'twisted version' of..something. But his words were slurring and you couldn't completely make it out.

Once Striker defeated his enemy, it was one of the ones with its head hanging from a fishing rod, the gang started again, only you paused.

You our had heard something.

Whispering. From a nearby hallway. You peered around the corner and froze. There it was again. The ink, dripping from the ceiling and bleeding from the walls, like a gaping wound. You turned around frantically to find that the group had gone on up the stairs ahead of you. You were alone again.

But, there was a Little Miracle Station in the corner of the room.

You ran over and wrenched the door open, diving inside and then closing it shut. You had to stand on the little seat inside just so you could peer through the small, thin window. You weren't sure if you had a heart or not anymore, but you could hear it pounding in your ears as all you could do was stand there and wait. Soon ink began to drop over the station. He was close. And then you saw him.

Bendy.

Had..had he been limping like that the whole time? You had been so scared, you never noticed before. It was..strange. You watched, holding your breath as he made his way around the room, looking around before turning towards the Little Miracle Station. Though he had no eyes, you could feel him staring at you. Not at the station or the door.

At you.

He made his way over to the station, taking his sweet damn time, and then he just..stood there. Stood right in front of the door, blocking you're only escape. Then he leaned forward, as if peering into the window.

"I know you're in there...Wendy~"