A/N: The Meatly owns BATIM.
You aren't surprised when Alice comes back only a while later. A feminine black purse is clutched between the fingers of her left hand. She has Boris come over to you and loosen one of your straps. You try to reason with her. You try to explain to her that what she wants isn't how that kind of thing works. She ignores you. You scream for help again. Still, nobody comes. Alice threatens to sow your mouth shut if you don't cease the racket. For a moment, you give in to the silence she's asked for.
Alice's bag is full of unusual tools. It couldn't really be called a makeup kit by human standards. The kit had a spoon, some sewing materials, a nail clipper, a box cutter, and what looked like ripped strips of her black dress. You look down and do indeed see she's torn away part of her dress.
"I need some form of bandage for you to heal up with after this sweet pea."
It's the only answer you get to the question you didn't ask. Her sweet smile makes you a little sick at this point. She was wearing her lie on her face. Some angel she was alright. Alice hummed an old melody unfamiliar to you while she bent down to gingerly lay each of her items on to the floor. She did her best to put them each into the corner of an invisible square. There didn't seem to be any reason behind it. Alice tells you that she just enjoys having them so uniform without just keeping them in a boring line.
Alice picks up the nail clippers before standing back on her two feet. She's maybe only a few inches from you when she starts clipping your nails. You scratch at her with your nails to the point where she starts oozing black ink from the back of her palm. Not blood. Ink. Alice doesn't even scream. She's so focused on collecting your nails. Soon enough, she has all of them stuffed into one of her inky palms. She throws them into her makeup kit.
"In case I need them."
Alice seems to be saying it more to herself than she is saying it to you. No. You doubt you've ceased being anything to her in this moment other than a means to an end. Alice did not put away the clippers along with the cut nails. Her one good eye caught both of yours. Her golden gaze burned into your cheek. With all the practiced ease of a surgeon, she struck towards you with her fist. You close your eyes and wait for a blow. Nothing comes but the feeling of a pinch. It was similar to that feeling you get when you are squeezing a zit between two fingers. You open your eyes. You can see the rusty metal of the clipper just beneath the bottom of your left eye. Angel is still hard at work with her intense glare. You feel as if something tears on your face as a spot of blood trickles just barely down your cheek. It probably only made it an inch or so. It was very painful, but it was not a lasting pain. That is, until Angel repeated the process. Over and over again, Alice Angel dug into the skin of your cheek with her nail clippers. You realize in abject horror that she is tracing over the markings she left on your face earlier. Of course, you were by no means silent during this process. Your voice was very horse by now, but still you cried for help. Unlike earlier, it was much weaker now. You weren't sure your voice wouldn't give out sooner rather than later. It was, however, your only means of fighting back. Frankly, you weren't going to let this process be an easy one for Alice.
She finishes up with your face and tells Boris to silence you as she wipes the blood from the clippers on to her torn dress. She tells you it's a slow process to do this because she's doing her best to make sure you don't die. She doesn't want to kill her new sister. Somewhere in Alice's twisted mind, you were sure she actually believed that.
Alice bent down to pick up the spoon. You raised an eyebrow. She explained how she spent days keeping the spoon in the coldest room of the studio. She wanted to make sure it was cold to the touch. She presses it against your unblemished cheek to prove just how ice cold it really is. The smooth metal felt good and cold on your face. The feeling quieted you. For just a split second, you just wanted a break from screaming and to enjoy the cool metal on your cheek.
The spoon glided over to just beneath your eye. You felt Alice's free hand stretching out your eyelids so that you could not blink. She warned you what she was about to do would be quite painful. You tried to scream, but your voice was dead. You could feel it as the edge of the spoon wedged just barely beneath your eye. It hurt. It was blurry. You were happy you couldn't really see what was going on out of that eye. Alice seemed to be playing with the edge, moving it from side to side. She explained she needed to be careful and that she was practicing with the tool. She told you now she could really get to work. You felt her push the spoon further beneath your eye.
"ALICE!"
Huh. You could've sworn that was Bendy's voice just then. But, it couldn't of been. You'd been screaming a long time and he never came. You opened your good eye just in time to see Alice get thrown to the ground by Sanny. His fingers raked through her skin leaving a trail of ink as he immobilized her.
Bendy did nothing but gasp when he saw you. He walked over and started undoing the bottom strap of the contraption you were stuck to. When your hands were free, you undid the top one he couldn't reach. It was difficult to do because your vision was very blurry in one eye. You fell to the ground with an unceremonious thud. Bendy just growled and reached out to your eye. You backed away, but he told you it would be alright. He calmly approached your face with one of his gloved hands and withdrew the spoon still lodged beneath your eye.
"You look like hell dollface."
It's all he could manage to say in the situation. You just nodded in agreement. Alice Angel, meanwhile, was throwing a fit. She was shouting to Bendy about always being so loved. How he was stealing her sister from her. It was essentially the ramblings of a mad woman. Sammy held her down and asked you and Bendy to leave. That there was something he wanted to discuss with Angel in private. You shook your head. You were scared of what Sammy could do. That woman was vile but you had seen first hand how brutal Sammy could be. You weren't sure anyone deserved that kind of thing.
Bendy told Sammy he'd talk to Alice himself. This appeased Sammy and he offers to walk you back upstairs since you are still having trouble seeing out of your eye. You quickly agree. You can hear what sounds like amiable talking coming from Bendy and the spewing of maddened words coming from Angel dying down as you march further away from that awful room.
A/N: Admittedly, I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter. I was worried it wouldn't be scary enough. But after reading it, I'm pretty happy with it.
