Female!Reader X Bendy ( Beautiful Black )

Inktopia

He feels the ground moving and rubbing his face. A smear of cold ink flicked his cheek as he opens his eyelids. He turns his head around and realized, it wasn't that the ground was moving, he was being dragged by his feet.

"You must feel impressed to witness my greatest achievement so far Henry. You see, belief made me succeed, rich and powerful! I made the impossible possible, just a few steps and I will cheat death itself! Isn't that a beautiful and positive thought?"

Henry tried to adjust his cloudy vision to make out the man who's been talking frantically. He groans as he narrows his eyes to what left of his old friend. He stared slightly at the imperial horns which sprouted on the upper side of Joey's head. The hand that was dragging his legs was slimy yet rough, covered with ink along with every limp of Joey's body.

"Okay, I'll stop it right there, I can only do so many takes of this trash dreamy talk back at the old times. People just eat up that kind of slop, it doesn't work for you Henry, or does it?"

"That's the Joey I knew," low and wistful, Henry commented.

Before going into the transformation room, Joey pushed Henry into an open lid of a round glass pipe, he fell down on his back and met him down at the transformation room with three empty pipes excluding the one keeping Henry. The man tried to knock the glass and knuckled it, but it was tough as it made his hand red.

"Who are you? the Joey I knew doesn't look like anything like that," Henry pointed out. Joey changed a lot thirty years ago, but even now, he looks like someone else.

The mess of ink spotted Joey's face did not bother him at all, the build of the old man has reshaped as his size grew fairly bigger and looked younger. Instead of the gray shade of hair, he had a while ago, colored with ebony black.

"Who in the world am I? that's a great puzzle,"

He went over and turned a valve against the wall, a mechanical sound rustled above before the impure ink overflew and rained down at Henry.

"Who are you, you say, when you should ask yourself Henry, who am I? the real myself or the one I believe to be. An Angel? A devil? Or a sacrifice? Know yourself and new doors will open,"

The process of filling the ink was going faster, it reached above Henry's shoes. He knocked the glass pipe again and again, even when it ached his hand, he did not stop. Joey Drew is beyond the help, he realized it and felt terribly sorry for Kerrin.

"I believed, that I'm more than that. After all, I am the leader, I'm the one that steers the boat guiding to my destiny. Our destiny. Looking at the big picture,"

"At the price of the people? At the price of your friend?? Your family?? Your own daughter?!"

In abject expression, Henry awaited Joey's response, his breaths quickened and nearly lost to despair. Joey watched without batting an eye, even at the mention of his little daughter.

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Bendy sunk his face on her white shirt feeling vulnerable with his tiny form. Kerrin has been running for a while but her rapid breath warned him that she is at its limit.

"We have to weaken them,"

"You have to get out of the ink machine!"

"And leave Uncle Henry behind?! He is in danger! God knows what my father is going to do to him!"

Kerrin clawed her neck from the itchiness of her quickened breath. Boris Beast was more troublesome than Alice. Using his four legs made him more agile, it was a matter of seconds until he catches up. He bares his teeth dreadfully, preparing to snap them altogether. Alice Beast was out of sight when Kerrin looked back to observe the distance, Bendy shrieked, "Kerrin, she's here!"