"Hello there, little buddy. My name is , I am your creator, please trust me to take care of you" He said, gently holding my hands. The warmth of human's hands, but I can't sense warmth from his feelings, why? Does he not feel positivity?
Days have passed and I don't even know the purpose of my existence "Bendy, will hide in that room over there for me? please trust me" he's my creator, how can I say no to that? He took care of me with affections, so I have no reason to say no.
Even though my body is shaking, I ran into the room and quickly close the door behind me. The adrenaline still rushing that I can't think of anything, the way he said it, it's just scary, I don't even know why. Click, I can hear the door behind me being locked. The room is filled with ink, it could've sink me in it, I hope not.
"] where the HELL is Bendy!?" a man yelled, possibly another creator of mine "Bendy? hmm… somewhere behind this door. Golly, it's locked" he answered nonchalantly, with his unsurprisingly calm tone. My vision is blurring, I can't feel my legs.
"He what- you psycho…" the other man said through gritted teeth, maybe that's what's going on, I can't see well. "You don't have the key, do you? you can unlock it if you tear my guts out, but maybe you don't have the stomach for it, hehe, get it?" he answered, half of my body has sunk in the pool of ink.
"You- you sick bastard… did you just-" the other man sounds terrified, judging by his shaky voice. I can't help but wonder what even is going on, but I guess I won't find out since I'm literally drowning, huh? How funny, I'm literally drowning and the only thing left right now is an arm, but here I am guessing what's going on outside.
I desperately trying to grasp on the floor, but it just slips in with me, into the pool of nothing, or ink. Will my existence be erased? It doesn't matter, what even is the purpose of my existence?
I woke up in a stash, and unfortunately, I woke up into seeing two people arguing. Ha, what a nice thing to see right after I woke up.
"I'll try my best to save you all, just tell-" that same man said, he tried to explain himself "Oh!? No! I bet you won't even bother listening to me explaining the whole situation!" Another man yelled, while he raised a hand, I knew I have to cut in.
"W-what's… going on…?" I asked, my body's shaking. But they turned to me, staring at me with shock in their eyes. Seriously, why are they shocked, it's not like I'm an abomination.
The man's view shifted towards the ink-covered one. He noticed the man staring at him, he anxiously turns to the man and says "I can explain, Henry, just let me explain" with tons of stuttering, his ink slightly melting down, from what I know, I think it's a sign that he's in distress.
"Keep it for later" the man whose name is apparently Henry walks towards me, then he kneels down so he can properly look at me "Bendy, right? I'm Henry" wait, who's Bendy? oh, right, that's me. I couldn't really talk from panic, so I just awkwardly nods as an answer.
"Don't worry, I'm just trying to help you, no need to be afraid" he told me with much gentler smile. But I'm not afraid, really, I'm just shivering from cold. He frowns, but not the usual frowns I'd see, his is more… sad "It doesn't really matter, all that matter is that you trust me to take care of you" he continued, slowly placing a hand on my shoulder, not minding that his gloves would get soaked from the inks on my body. "Trust me" that sounds familiar, but… who have said that to me before?
A sudden sharp pain hits right to my head, as if I'm recalling something "Hello there, little buddy. My name is Joey Drew, I am your creator, please trust me to take care of you" I remember now! His name is Joey Drew, I'm his creation, and… he locked me in an inky room, I don't know what happened after that.
"Hey, you alright, buddy?" Henry asked with passionate worry on his face, his voice is awfully familiar, have we met before? I sighed hard before saying "Uh, have we met before? Your voice is awfully familiar" He seems confused, yet concerned. I think we have some relationship, probably just one-time conversation or so, and he seems to know this place, so I want him to answer this "Do you know a guy named Joey Drew?"
The ink-covered man turned to me so quickly when I mentioned my creator's name, and Henry seems to be surprised "That asshole? Who doesn't know him? He has ruined tons of lives, even people he doesn't know closely" he said with bitterness in his voice, obviously annoyed.
"Sammy, I know he did lots of bad things, but can you not call him that?" Henry asked politely towards him, with pleading eyes that… well… in cartoons, who could've said no to that?
The inky guy whose name is Sammy sighs "Fine, as if I could resist that stare" he chuckles slightly, taking off the mask that he has been wearing. "Anyway, if you gents don't mind, what did my creator did to you guys?" I decide to just ask it away, it won't hurt to know a thing or two about who you came from, right? Besides, I really want to know my roots.
"Your… oh. Uh, well he invented this special ink which can shift its shape into anything. Then he decided to make his cartoons into real life with it, but it doesn't come out perfectly without a soul, so he figured out he needs a soul for it. And… uh… he sacrificed people for it. And you, I'm not sure whose soul you are, but I'm sure you were a beast back before Sammy scraped off the corrupted ink" Henry explains with visible sadness in his eyes, I can't believe I was created by… a monster.
"Besides that, when you were an actual demon being, Joey might have left you walking around and probably kills people" Sammy continued, moving his thin hands while explaining. I can't believe I did that, was I unconscious that time? Probably.
"If you're feeling bad, don't. it's not your fault, it's all in the past anyway, and I'm also your creator, I made the concept of your design and all" Henry slowly wraps his arm around me, which might be a way to comfort me. Humans are weird, I'm not sure how to respond to that. But this is warmer than Joey's cold stare, I prefer it like this.