BATIM ~Striker and female reader~ REMAKE

Ch.4

(Y/N) Pov:

Striker punched the vent hatch open, the metal thing falling to the floor with a loud clang. 

Crawling out of the vent, I dusted myself off as I looked around. 

“Hmm...where are we now?” I asked, seeing that we had exited the vent near a metal door. The door had a power box next to it with two different wires leading in different directions down the hall. There was a sign on the powerbox that said ‘Door Release’.

“Le's see. If I'm cawrec', we should be near Twisted Alice's layer, on Level K” said Striker, glancing around. 

“Who’s Twisted Alice?” I asked, turning my gaze down to him, his hands on my hips. 

Striker froze, but shook his head. 

“May as well 'ell ya. Twisted Alice is Alice Angel, bu' she's mental an' 'hinks she's beau'iful an' angelic when in reali'y, she's no'. Tha's why I stayed closer near 'he surface. Tha' is, un'il now” said Striker, walking over to the powerbox. 

“So, think we should go through the door and try to find a way out of here?” I asked, standing beside him as he picked up the power cable, examining it. 

“Well, no. Dis leads deeper in'o 'he studio. If i''s 'he exi' you wan', we need 'o go up, no' down” said Striker, dropping the cable and resting two of his hands on his hips, the top right one resting on his chin as he thought. 

“WHAT!? So why are we going DEEPER into the studio and not trying to find a way out! I don’t even know how long I’ve been trapped down here!” I said, now panicking. 

Striker just looked up at me as I began pacing back and forth in front of the metal door. 

I then stopped, perking up. 

“Wait, I have a phone!” I said, smiling. 

I reached my arm back to take off my backpack, but froze when my hand grabbed nothing. 

“Wait, where’s my backpack? Oh SHIT! I must have dropped it somewhere back there! FUCK! My phone was in there, now I can’t call for help or check the time!” I said angrily, punching the wall. 

Heaving in anger, I then took in a deep breath, calming down. 

“Ok. Looks like I have no choice but to follow you deeper into the studio, hoping to find a way out. Any ideas?” I asked, turning to Striker. 

The spider-like ink monster shrugged before perking up, getting an idea. 

“I 'eard Sammy mu’'erin abou' a curse once befo’, bu' 'ha' was a long 'ime ago. Maybe...if we break 'his curse, you'd be able 'o leave 'he studio. Anyone who en'ers never leaves. Tha' means we need 'o defea' Twisted Alice firs' befo’ makin our way down 'o Bendy's layer. Da Ink Demon mus' be in 'he cen'er ov 'his curse, so if we ge' rid ov 'im, surely 'he curse will be broken. No' sure 'ah 'rue i' is 'hough, since I 'eard 'his from Sammy durin one ov 'is mental summonings” said Striker, looking up at me. 

“So, in other words, we’re gonna try to break this curse so we could save everyone who’s been trapped down here in the studio for who knows how long?” I asked, crossing my arms. 

“Some'hin like 'ha', yah” said Striker, smiling as he shrugged his shoulders. 

I sighed. 

“Fine. Let’s...break this curse so I can get out of this Hell hole” I said. I wasn’t too excited about the fact that we would be going deeper into the studio, but if it’s the only way to leave, then I’m ready to murder any ink monster who got in my way.