"Are you sure you don't think we might've gotten too many?"īendy bit his lip at the question, his expression laced with worry. "I'm comin', Bendy." Boris replied not far behind, carrying his own stack of towels, albeit with much less trouble. "You keepin' up, Boris?" He glanced behind as he stumbled down the hall, clearly struggling to both see where he was going and keep his balance. It was times like this he could hardly stand being short. That was, for the most part.īendy nearly tripped over himself as he adjusted his hold on the pile of towels he was carrying in his arms. Joey Drew Studios had closed up for the weekend, and the building was quiet. Night had fallen not long ago in the city. Please enjoy and let know what you think! Set in an AU where the events of the game most likely didn't happen. It's basically all cavity-inducing fluff and I had a ton of fun writing it. This little story details Bendy and Alice on the night their little girl Luna came into the world. "How about." she studied the inkling once more.Hello everyone! I'm back with a little companion fanfic to my last BATIM deviation. Thought's of songs ran through Alice's mind as she tried to think of any names that might have popped up in one of the popular songs Sammy wrote for the toons. With a moment of hesitation, Alice cradled the inkling like the baby it was. She reached her hands out towards it with her hands and picked the small creature up, making it giggle.
BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE ALICE ANGEL FANFICTION CRACKED
was she actually crying? From happiness? Alice cracked a small smile as she leaned her cheek into the inkling's tiny hand, soaking in the warmth it had to provide. Alice felt her lip starting to tremble as a salty, wet drop leaked down her good cheek.
It smiled at her, it's hands still placed on Alice's cheeks. Alice leaned closer towards it, and to her surprise, the inkling place both of it's tiny hands on both sides of the angel's face.Īlice went to jerk backwards, but something stopped her as she stared into the inkling's eyes. It started crawling toward Alice, stumbling over it's own legs every once and a while. She slowly crouched down to the inkling's level, and studied it's movements carefully. A feeling of happiness and warmth seemed to spread through the twisted angel's chest as she placed the gear down she was working on. It looked up at her with it's large, dark eyes, and then smiled and giggled, reaching out toward Alice again. "What? What do you want?" Alice demanded from the tiny inkling. She shook her head and went back to her work, until she felt a tiny hand brush her ankle, making her jump. I don't love it.' She was doing her best to convince herself that she had no feeling at all toward this small, living thing. 'This thing is a hellspawn Bendy created. 'Why do I feel this way?' She thought to herself. She tried her best to hide the smile that was slowly creeping upon her face as she listened to the inkling play. Alice was replacing a few gears that had fallen off of a wall in her work room. It was on the floor, playing with a Bendy plush and giggling loudly at it as it squeaked. Bendy had gone off looking for The Resistance, leaving the small inkling with Alice. "I knew you would, toots," Bendy smirked, making the angel roll her eye and cross her arms. "Fine," she said after a few long minutes. something she hadn't felt in a long time.
It reached a small hand out towards Alice and smiled, which cause the fallen angel to feel something. "Well, like it or not, I'm keeping this," Bendy said, holding the inkling close to him. this," she gestured to the inkling again. "Just because we had a one-night-stand does NOT mean I'd want. I was just thinkin' me and you could help raise this thing!" Alice face-palmed. "Why not, toots?" Bendy had asked, shrugging his shoulders slightly. that?" She pointed a finger at the living, breathing inkling in his hands. "Bendy, what were you THINKING?" The angel had demanded. "Look what came out of the ink machine when I mixed some of our ink in it!" Bendy had exclaimed excitedly. It looked like Alice, with short, black hair and small horns. Bendy's grin grew wider as he revealed from behind him, in his hands, sat a small ink creature. "What do you want now, Ink Demon?" she had asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone. Alice was busy fixing her machines when Bendy came to her one fateful day.
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