Anything Can Be Fixed (BATQFTIM! Bendyx Secretive! Reader)

'Anything can be fixed' that's what my mother, my father...and even I said at one time.
Well, until the ink illness took my parents and my baby bro.
It's true anything can be fixed, everything, but a broken heart.
I had live with the ink illness for as long as I could remember, it never really hurt. It only flared up when I got close to another who had the illness.
My little brother had a soul and mind as pure as the snow, all he wanted to do was see a little bit of the outside world. Since he had gotten the ink illness when he was young maybe four, he was forbidden to go outside through fear that his condition would get worse.
He cried every night to me begging me to take him outside even for a second just to get a glimpse. When I finally broke... he almost died.
Mother wasn't happy nor father. My parents died two years after that incident. My brother... two years after them. It took a year to get over my brother's death. I'm now 17 and I've decided that I'd like to see the world in place of my brother.
Oh... I guess my ink illness might get in the way... I've survived it for 17 years already. It's not going to kill me now.