Female!Reader X Bendy ( Beautiful Black )

Lost Ones

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Another day another dollar, don't forget to punch your card, it can save your job! Remember Joey chekin' the punch cards. He knows about that extra five minutes from your lunch break. Keep your head down, they said, you know how he gets.

It's an ordinary story, we hear it every day. We wake up before the birds start chirping and lazily drag our feet to our damn jobs tryin to earn a penny. We hope we don't run into our boss or there will be DOLLARS to pay.

But have we ever thought that one day, we would miss all the annoying things that occur back in our homes? The cry of our children demanding new toys, or our wives for unpaid bills and even husbands starving for food. They were a beautiful melody compared to here. We did not sign for this! And it is too late to go back.

It's freezing cold here, yet we are burning inside these shores of darkness. A hell that burns and freezes us all together, we lost our bodies, our souls are not ours to reclaim and we are in forever agony.

Even though we are dead, we are still dying inside, once we are sane and in a less than a second, we go insane.

So have you ever thought that one day, you would lose everything you considered trivial? Because we do, and because of that, we search, search and keep searching. But we never see and we never find, but we can never stop either. We lost our identities, the flood of ink swished our dreams away and there is that demon. He was the beginning of our misery, he unleashed his punishment upon us.

"Believe my friends and he will set us free," he said. Years of belief didn't take us anywhere, Sammy.

What ever did the creator promise us in this inky abyss? We have been down here in the depths so long, we have all but forgotten.

"Aren't you going to join us my brother? He will be soon with us as we speak," one of my colleagues thinks that I'm excited for their little scheme.

"No my friend, I'm not keener, thanks. It will get noisy and I prefer the quiet," I said.

"Suit yourself,"

I love the quiet, and that's hard to come by around by nowadays. I better get going, by going I mean away from here. There they are, they brought Mr Stien to our hideout. While I respect Sammy's effort and love his bouncy songs, I need to get away and keep my nose closed. Even if it sure as hell it stinks to high heaven down here. Need to keep my mind a-singin' or I'll be like the rest of em. Insane.

The storm will soon begin, but at the end of the storm, a quiet will fill this place. Which, if you ask me, it's not that bad.

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They dragged him to their own lair. The place where they rested the barge at the bank of the inky river. Even though he surrendered himself and remained calm as he showed no signs of hostility, they mistreated him and were rough, pushing him around.

"That's not necessary," Henry said for the tenth time in a row, leaving the girls behind but safe from the ink people. He couldn't help but feel uptight. They bid no good. Some of them were holding an iron wrench and a plank. Our leader demands your presence. So I had to act cool and follow.

"Betrayed!! Abandoned!! Do you know how it feels?!"

The inky people pushed Henry to the center of the lost harbor. All the residents showed up one after the other, and the one who directed his complaints was the only one who wore a half torn Bendy mask on his face.