Pov: Allison
I finish cooking three cans of bacon soup.
"Do we even have enough bowls for everyone?" I ask Susie.
"I'm not sure, actually." She replies as she looks around the room in search for bowls, a few moments later she comes back with five bowls.
"That's one for me, one for you, one for Sammy, one for Tom, one for Henry. . ." I mutter, mentally counting how many people are here.
"Two more bowls will be needed if everyone wants their own bowls." Susie replies.
"I can use Tom's bowl after he finishes eating?" I suggest, Thomas heard his name and looks over to me, tilting his head.
"That works. Sammy! Come here!" Susie calls the ink man, who walks over, confused.
"Yes?" He asks.
"Take this bowl to Linda or Henry." She says as she hands him the bowl. "Before you say something along the lines of 'they can grab their own bowl'. Don't. Henry is. . . "
We all look over to the Alice Angel and the ink man, who are still sitting on the couch. Henry's holding his hands to his head, staring at the ground, Linda is hugging him to comfort him from whatever is happening in his head.
"Not really in the right mental state right now." Sammy finishes as he grabs the bowl. "I'll wait for he second bowl so I can give them both their bowls."
"Alright." Susie replies as she starts filling a second bowl, and then she hands it to him.
He heads to the couch, we watch him hand both of the bowls to Linda, exchanging a worried glance with her before coming back over.
"Did she say what's wrong with Henry" I ask him as I hand Tom a bowl of soup.
"No, but it probably has something to do with most of his memories being ones of death or near-death experiences of either him or his family." He replies.
We remain silent for several moments.
"We should figure out how to get out of here." I mutter.
"And how would we do that? Henry has been trying for over fifteen years!" Susie replies.
I sigh.
"Let's just focus on eating first, then we figure out what to do next?" Sammy suggests.
"Sounds good." Susie replies.
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Pov: Linda
He's refusing to eat because 'he's not hungry'.
"When was the last time you've eaten?"
"Back at the safehouse with Boris." He mutters.
"Which was how long ago?"
". . I don't know." He says hesitantly.
"Then eat."
"I already said I'm not hungry."
"At least eat half of this bowl."
He finally looks at me in the eyes.
"Please? For me?" I say as I look at him in his gold-brown eyes.
He sighs and takes the bowl.
Without looking away from my eyes, he starts drinking/eating it.
I sigh in relief.
"Thank you, Henry." I say as I grab my bowl and I start eating it with a spoon unlike Henry.
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The Broken Loop
Fanfiction(Cover made by my sister 3_little_doves) The loop broke But no one is free. Everyone is still ink. But something did change, Bendy is no longer the Ink Demon, Henry is, he became a ink monster, now it's up to Alice Angel, Sammy Lawrence, Allison Ang...
