The Beast Made of Ink

A/N: If you don't remember Boris's Soul (Part 1), then that's okay! I'm writing this so that you should be able to understand the chapter even without remembering the first half. I should have wrote this part sooner. Sorry guys... 

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-Boris's P.O.V.-

Finally getting away from the Bendy-look-a-likes clutches, amidst all of the chaos, I had found a sanctuary; a little rest area in the studio which closed me off from the insanity. Living there, I had quickly found myself with no sense of time, no sense of place. Day in and day out, life was the same. The tallies written on the walls grew and grew. It was all so unhinged.

My sanctuary is located in Physical Alice's domain. During that time-frame, Alice still seemed to have some grip upon her sanity, no matter how weak that grip was, and to my ultimate concern, her grip was becoming weaker by the day. She was starting to lose herself.

You see, something was happening to her, something that was becoming very wrong. It was her face, and it was, in an extremely literal sense, melting. The ink couldn't sustain shape, so, Alice's little clone-torture sessions became about less of torture and more about experimenting to fix herself.

To my shock, despite her staggering deformation, Alice still didn't touch me. Maybe it was because she lost my location, or maybe it was because of her strand thick morals, but I was kept alive. Well, as alive as one could be in a situation like mine.

So, time had passed. I'm not sure how much time had passed, but time was passing. I only got my sense of time back when IT started happening.

First was Jacob.

Next was Richie.

Third was Abby.

Fourth was Rodriguez.

Fifth was Dot.

And after those first hand-full had arrived, I started losing count.

So many former employees were being dragged back to the studio with those damned fake letters by Joey Drew, and when they arrived at the studio... well, the games would begin.

Alice found more victims, Sammy found more sacrifices, and Bendy... Bendy found his heaven. It was his own sadistic form of payback; playing with and killing off former employees. He punished the men and women of the studio who had left us behind, regardless of whether they had a choice in the matter or not.

I would help some people if they got far enough. I didn't dare leave my area in fear of getting caught by the ink demon. That's why i'm not sure how many victims there actually were, since not all of them would reach me. Luckily for the people though, I had heard through the grapevine that Allison Angel and some Boris clone were also a rebel force among the studio, and that they would also help out victims if given the chance. However, just like me, they didn't actively seek the ex-workers out.

It was crazy to see all of these former employees coming in. I recognized them, but at the same time, I didn't. They had all aged so much, and hearing of their life experiences before they would die... Well, that's what gave me my sense of time back, but I was quick to lose it once more.

It was when he came that I lost it again.

Name: Henry Stein

Age: 64

Year: 1992

When Henry arrived down by my area, I was shocked. I had this sense of déjà vu seeing him, a sense much different compared to when I saw the other employees for the first time in years. That sense of unfamiliarity I had with them was non-existent in him. It was refreshing, but at the same time, odd. When Henry talked about his life, I felt as if I had heard it all before. Sometimes, I could even find myself finishing his sentences in my head.

My life had become a continuous melody conducted by the unaware Henry. Other stories and thoughts faded the more and more my sense of déjà vu grew as life soon became all about him. Everybody seemed to be in the same mental spot as I was, and for Alice, the poor deformed gal? Well...

She became desperate.

It was sudden. One minute I was in the elevator with Henry, and the next, I was on the ground floor, Henry struggling to stay awake from the impact. I was trying to shake him awake, but it was no use. Alice, like the snake she is, seeing this, had decided to come for the bite. I was defenseless, nobody to protect me. She took that opportunity and grabbed me. I felt that same familiar feeling of déjà vu once more, fear immediately swelling into my abdomen like burning venom, and the hopelessness I felt was all to real, and all too phantom.

You hear about instinct. Mother's instinct, danger instinct, etc. Usually, those sort of instincts are applied to when one feels like something bad is going to happen before it actually happens. My instinct as Alice dragged me off using some unknown force? I knew I was going to die.

Yet...

I didn't.

A scream echoed the hall I was being yanked down, and I found my body dropping to the ground with a thud. Shooting my eyes back in alarm, what I saw before me was utterly shocking.

"You..." Alice gasped out as she glared towards the familiar figure, "Why do you interfere?"

Standing in front of me, smile wide and ink dripping as devilishly as ever, was the little devil darlin' himself. I couldn't understand why he helped me, I couldn't understand why he saved me. What I really couldn't understand though, out of all the confusing questions littering my mind, was how he knew that I was down here when there are none of his cut-outs nearby. It was like he knew what was going to happen before it happened. It was... it was just like me. No... It was even greater than me.

Ebbing in and out of consciousness due to the shock, I found myself unable to piece together what the angel and the demon were speaking of, but whatever the contents that their conversation had held, I do know one thing with certainty.

I woke up next to Henry.