✔️Ink Bendy x Reader - Alone Within the Ink #Wattys2019

Lost

6/19/19, Edited 7/30/19

You felt sick. Everything around you just seemed so sickening. You couldn't tell if your eyes were open or not; they felt glued shut, and all you could acknowledge was the pitch black darkness that engulfed you. You tried to move and tried to speak, but something prevented you from doing so. There wasn't a single thing you could do.

With not a clue where you were, you desperately tried to recall any lasting memories and pieces of information, but alas, you couldn't think of a single thing. Everything was a fuzz, and your head throbbed terribly each time you fought to think of anything.

The place you were in was indeed strange. No, not a physical setting, rather an emotional and mental state. You had never felt so trapped and helpless in your life. You couldn't move, you couldn't talk, you couldn't think, nothing.

But something was holding you up. Something was keeping you conscious, although barely. Regardless of whether the darkness was actually seen or if it was actually just from your eyes that were possibly shut, you could see flashes. Strange flashes. Not like a flashing light, more like flashing images. Memories?

The images began to appear more frequently as you tried to focus on them more. They became more vivid, less blurry and distorted. The figments were calling to you, trying to keep you awake and trying to pull you out of your motionless state. They were trying to save you.

However, the more clear and crisp the mental projections became, the more your senses began to awaken. You could taste something strange, something bitter and disgusting whilst also being tasteless. A thick, constricting substance locked each and every one of your limbs firmly in place. A massive jumble of distorted voices screamed and whispered into your ears, slowly growing louder with each passing image. This place, wherever you were.... You knew it all too well.

The last of the images appeared. You saw the outline of demon horns atop a head with peculiar grin. One might think it's toothy smile was suspicious or unnerving, but for some reason, you saw a familiar warmth behind it. Although the creature had no eyes, you could sense his vision locked onto you, scanning your figure before locking his gaze onto your eyes. The creature, the image of this creature, he was reaching out to you.

Bendy! You thought frantically as your eyes flung open. Blackness still consumed your vision, yet you knew for certain your eyes were indeed open as they began to sting. The substance that clung to your body with no remorse seeped into your eyes, forcing your eyes to stay open as it began to consume them.

You went to scream, both in fright and in pain, but the substance rapidly flooded your mouth the second you went to do so. You tried to breathe, you couldn't. You tried to choke, you couldn't. You tried to fight, tried to make noise, tried to escape, you couldn't. You were trapped, locked into place.

Yet you refused to give up. Although your senses were quickly fading once again, you refused to yield. The images still called to you even though they no longer appeared. The screams and whispers around you continued, but you could barely start to make out one specific sentence. "Go up, swim up."

And that's what you did. You began to force yourself free from the thick substance that held you down. Your arms and legs began to thrash around you, desperately trying to propel your body upward. Both your mind and body began to be freed as you struggled, trying to reach the light that was fading into view not far above. You fought for it, chased it, desperately tried to escape.

And you did.

You grasped onto a coarse, grainy substance as you clawed your way out of the darkness. Exhausted and still panicked with intense fear, you collapsed onto the ground to catch your direly needed breath. Tears began to slightly well in your eyes as your reawakened mind began to have the realization that you were nearly dead, almost completely died.

Forcing your slightly aching body to sit up straight, you turned back to where you just came from. You saw the rippling abyss of blackness before you. A massive sea of ink stretched out before you, and it terrified you. You almost died in the ink, it almost took you away with no remorse.

The ink was nothing but a sick, twisted trap. It beckoned its victims, sweetly trying to lure them in, only to drag them down. Trap them, overtake them, consume them. It slowly sucked the life out of everyone that dared step foot in it, slowly suffocated the victims. It was a mangled mess of loneliness and danger, one that gave no mercy and would kill an innocent in a heartbeat, wiping them off the face of the Earth without reason nor warning.

These thoughts plagued your swirling mind like poison, sending your brain on overdrive as you furiously scrambled further away from the ink. You raced to your feet, but quickly tripped over a plank of old wood. Crumbling to the ground, you looked at the rest of your surroundings in panic.

You saw ink puddles and ink splotches all over, covering the messy, poorly made houses and snacks and covering the uneven planks of the wooden fences. Eerie writing in ink was everywhere, saying nonsense such as "The Creators lied to us" and "What am I?" Inky handprints were plastered everywhere, and writing in huge letters above a doorway read, "Not Monsters."

"Where am I?" You struggled to force the words out of your sore, raspy throat.

Getting back on your feet, your nerves began to calm and your brain stopped buzzing as you became overtaken by curiosity. You felt like you were on a surreal island, one of sand and rocks that held beaten shacks and apartments that were cut off from the rest of the world by a sea of ink. One that held creepy, blinking lights.

Wait.... Those weren't lights!

"H-Hello?" You whispered.

You watched in fear as ink creatures began to slowly approach you. They had sad, glowing yellow eyes, and they seemed mostly human. Their forms were easily understandable and well defined. You noticed the way they slowly stepped into the open. They weren't creeping or stalking; they were nervously approaching with dreadful ambition. You could tell they were torn, unsure of whether you were trustworthy whilst also being an intriguing creature to them.

You had not a clue what to do or say. They just stared at you with drooping eyes, ones that bore sadness. Hopelessness. Loneliness above all else. The creatures seemed so troubled, almost as if they were painfully confused and tormented, almost as if they were fearing for their very lives, almost as if they were....

Lost.

Just like you.