There was a lot that Bendy had revealed when it was discovered he was the one to kill Uta and Justin.
From the fact that everythingâs being broadcasted.
To the fact that he did thisâ became the traitor because he wanted to know that feeling of fame again. He explained his actions through tears, making it clear that he didnât want to be doing this. That he regretted his actions, but, it was too late for that. Wasnât it?
He had killed two people had grew fond of.Â
There was no turning back from that, was there? He listens as the others tell him that theyâre not mad at him - and breaks down on the spot when he discovers heâs the most hated person in the fucking world.Â
He wasnât sure how long he was in the execution room for.Â
He knew that it was long enough for him to be completely alone, sitting on his knees, staring up towards the silhouette of a person he had admittedly grown closer to than heâd like to admit to.Â
Bendy could feel his inky heart pound against his chest hard- he felt like he could pass out at any given moment- but not at any physical exhaustion.
Of course he was exhausted- he went for a week straight without any kind of rest. He wasnât one to get much sleep, anyways, so that wasnât much of a challenge for him. Being forced to physically be unable to move was something that Bendy thought wouldnât ever happen to him, but that was asides the point.Â
He didnât think a second murder would happen so quickly.
He didnât think that someone would murder so quickly, and he certainly never thought that heâd be this affected by it.Â
For what feels like the first time in ages, Bendyâs able to move his arms with his own free will. Looks like he just needed something to shock him awake, didnât he? His eyes move from the silhouette of Wataruâs corpse to his hands, and he notices something.
Heâs shaking.Â
Itâs only then he realized how quiet everything is. He can hear the sound of the blood dripping off the contraption drip onto the floor, and he can hear the sounds of absolutely nothing just behind him.
Heâs alone, isnât he?Â
Bendy takes one more glance up towards Wataruâs silhouette, and everything is finally able to sink in.
Heâs killed him.Â
It was against his own will, but heâs still killed him- his best friend, a brother, of some sorts. Didnât that mean he was supposed to be executed, too? He didnât want to die. He didnât want to die, he canât die- he still has so much to do back at home. He canât die. Not here. Not for something he had no control over.
Bendyâs breathing starts to get heavier as each second passes, the tears heâs been holding back for what felt like hours begin to fall, and...
He lets out a scream he didnât know he could do.Â
Bendy screams, and screams, and screams, until he runs out of air. The ink on his body starts to fall to the floor beneath him, falling all over his eyes to the point he could barely see what was in front of him anymore.Â
He topples over onto the floor, and feels his eyelids get heavier with each passing second, and falling victim to the exhaustion finally catching up to him. He knew the rules. He knew you werenât supposed to sleep anywhere that wasnât your room, but that was the least of his worries.
If he were to get punished for it, he deserved it... did he not?Â
There was that⌠creature again. Oh no just looking at them was giving her the chills. It was a student but should she side with Daki? Or just accept them like Totoko had? Obviously not on the level of letting them ride on her shoulders but maybe at least say hello. âH-hello.â Oh that came out easier then she thought.
Now they were walking over⌠was she going to have to talk to them? Uh oh.
âIâm s-sorry Iâm sorry! P-please donât get any closer.â Suki stumbled back, almost pushing up against the wall behind her. Her teeth were gritted uncomfortably. Might as well ask what had been torturing her for so long. âAre⌠a-are you made of i-ink?â
Lord, Bendy had never seen such a weak-minded person in his life before. The first thing Bendy notices about her is her arms - but he knows best not to mention it. Besides, itâs something she probably doesnât want to talk about. However, he wants to get a chance to get to know all of the attendees on the island, with him. Itâd be no fun if he didnât know anybody, anyways!
But, as he approaches her to say hello, he notices that she backs up and thereâs a certain look of fear in her eyes that he canât help but to frown at just a little bit. He wasnât made for fear- he was made to give people a laugh.Â
âOh, well, alrighty, then.âÂ
He respects Sukiâs wishes, holding up his hands to the side of his head before he blinks his eyes. Of course, heâs not surprised that she asks him a question - but at the same time... he canât help but feel the answer to her question was, well. Obvious.
ââCourse Iâm made outta ink. Did it take âya that long to figure it out?âÂ
He had wanted to avoid the entertainment rooms. He really had. But eventually, he knows he needs a distraction to pull himself out of this funk heâs found himself settled into. And perhaps the easiest way to do so is to indulge in a good film or two, like he would have were he in the safety of his own home. Maybe it would have been better to simply pick some out and head back to his room, but now that he was here, he might as well stay.
Wataru perches upon a couch, sitting quietly focused on the screen as his choice of movie progresses. Animated films with boisterous songs were a good choice for a mood lift, werenât they?
ââŚnever had a friend like me,â they sing, and he canât help but sigh to himself. Wasnât he trying to distract himself here, yet he was getting wound up in his thoughts all over again?
âBut they didnât,â he mutters to himself, leaning back fully on the chair, taking mind to not fall on the one sitting next to him, trying o focus again, andâwait. Wait.
Looking off to his side, sure enough, thereâs one inky demon perched next to him. Casually, like heâd been there the whole time, but to think that Wataru somehow had been so lost he hadnât even noticed him enteringâ?! Heâs really out of touch right now.
ââŚSince when have you been sitting there? Youâve certainly manged to surprise me quite a bit, Bendy! How impressive⌠ââ Heâll pretend he wasnât just startled instead opting for the faux air of normalcy heâd been trying to project elsewhere.
@devilishacting
The entertainment rooms were something that nobody had really ever bothered to touch ever since... the murder. Bendy couldnât exactly blame everyone else for it, though. Although Bendy hadnât hesitated to vote Goro off- he still found it hard himself to even walk by it without feeling some sort of dread in the lower pits of his stomach.Â
This time, however, as he walks by it, he overhears the sounds of quite a familiar movie playing as he walks by it. He had been on the floor to go to the kitchen to grab a carton of ink (thank god he discovered those, honestly! they sure are saving his life when he needs a quick refresher!) but Bendy canât help but get distracted by the sounds of a movie.
Maybe it was the fact that he was an actor- but he loved watching films. Especially if they were animated-- and especially if it was with someone else. Thatâs why, Bendy doesnât hesitate to find himself waltzing his way inside and sitting up on the couch next to the magician, not saying a word - his eyes fixated on the screens before the two of them.Â
Then, the magician finally addresses him and mentions that he hadnât seen him sitting there at all. To that, the devil laughs - but not in a mean way. Heâs more amused at that fact, after all!Â
âIâve been sittinâ here for the past forty minutes, and yer just now noticinâ me?â He asks, as soon as the musical number playing on the screen comes to an end. Besides- he canât interrupt such a nice song. âCanât say Iâm not surprised. Itâs easy to get lost in animation, ainât it, Wataru?âÂ
   You know what a good way of getting everyoneâs attention in the dining hall at breakfast is? Blowing a loud whistle, of course! Theyâre damn lucky she didnât get out the bullhorn, but she wasnât feeling it today.
   âSo, now that I got yer attention, Iâd like tâmake an announcement.â Peacock with an announcement doesnât seem to be a good thing, and she can tell some people are already ignoring her for their breakfast, so she cuts right to the chase. âI went through the murdererâs room, and he had a murder notebook!â
   Peacock holds it high in the air, a bit smug knowing she has their undivided attention now. âHe wrote about all of you! Thatâs right, each and every one of youse, even me! He was tryinâ to think about how to off most of us, too! Kinda fucked up, ainât it?â
   By now, more people have gathered, curious about what the hell this girl is talking about. She plops herself down on the table she was standing on, opening it to the very beginning. Oh, itâs easy to tell that some of her peers are wondering why she was in Goroâs room to begin with, but she isnât here to answer those questions.Â
   âHey, yâwanna know what he said about ya?â Sheâs turning to the person standing closest to her, immediately turning to their page in the notebook. âIt might be good stuff!â
Having been drinking ink through a carton as if it were milk and he were just a toddler, Bendy looks up when he hears the familiar sound of his biggest fan enter the room and make a rather...interesting proclamation. Bendy blinks, setting the carton down to his side before he pushes himself off from where he was sitting. Making his way over towards Peacock, he looks over her shoulder.
âA murder notebook, huh?â
âGoro sure is more...â Right, he canât curse. â... Hecked up than I thought he was gonna be. Say- did he write anythinâ down âbout me?â Although theyâre practically the same size, Bendy stands on the tips of his toes, trying to get a better look at the pages flipped open, trying to locate his name.Â
Did he expect someone to actually kill? Well,of course he did- yes. But he didnât think it would be happening so soon, despite the fact that there had been a motive.
Besides, he had very much expected that the thing the bear had been threatening for quite some time had been nothing. But yet, as he stands there in the trial room, Bendy finds that heâs one of the last few to leave. His attention turned up towards the blood stained windows of the cage, to the lifeless corpse who sat in the middle of it.Â
He takes in a deep breath, and finally finds the strength in him to leave the trial room, back to the elevator all the way to the third floor, and finally back to door that led to his room. Bendy steps inside of it, keeping his attention on the floor as he jumped up and landed on his couch. He grabs the remote resting against the desk next to his couch, and flips the television on.
The countdown was gone, and in itâs place, a recording of one of his old movies.Â
Itâs like as if nothing had happened just a few hours ago.Â
Did he feel bad for technically being at the cause of Goroâs death? Absolutely not. He killed and he deserved the punishment he got for it.Â
But did he feel....strange about it? About...something?Â
Of course he did.Â
Bendy raises up a hand to his cheek and feels the ink dripping off his face. Great. He didnât need this right now, he thought to himself. Quietly, he flipped his television off and headed into his room, making himself comfortable on his bed.
He wasnât much of a sleeper. He was a cartoon, he didnât need it, anyways.Â
> I believe that you have the wrong number.
> I was not aware of this matter that you are referring to, nor am I interested.
> Unless you have something else to say that is important for me to know, do not contact me again.
MESSAGE RECEIVED BY: BENDYÂ
i dont know what youâre talking about, though. i never sent you a message- YOUâRE the one whoâs got the wrong number!
Akihiko was still trying to process what had just occurred when he felt a sudden weight leaning on him; the drop in his gut from the unexpected contact told him that he was more on-edge than he realized. He turned to face his diminutive companion, frowning at their choice of words.
âIâmâŚstill not sure exactly whatâs going on here, but Iâd prefer a boring vacation where everyone survives any day. And besidesâŚâ He gives a half-hearted smirk. ââŚhow rich dâyou have to be where an island resort like this bores you, anyway?â
Rich? Well, that sure was a joke! So much so, in fact, that Bendy laughs at the proclamation before giving a gentle slap to the boy's shoulder. Nevermind the fact that he left a bit of an inky handprint upon doing so, but details, right?Â
"Rich? That's funny! Just 'cuz I'm the ultimate actor doesn't mean I've got money." He could tell that he was just being messed with from the get-go, but he couldn't help but make that little fact about himself known.
"I've been havin' just as much fun as everyone else is. The fact that weâve gotta kill eachother now just makes it even more interestinâ." Bendy continues on with his thought, before he takes a moment to observe the guy he was talking to. Say, wasn't this...
"Hey, what's yer name? The only thing I know about 'ya is you almost threw me in the pool when I said I couldn't swim."
   Itâs 3 AM, and Bendyâs biggest fan is lost as hell when it comes to these text messages. What is this, some weird baby speak? Is he doing it because sheâs a kid? Is this some weird slang even she hasnât heard of? ⌠Is he just being a dumbass?
                                     âŚ
MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: PEACOCK
im blocking u, gnight bendy
Itâs 3 AM, and Bendyâs laughing so hard at the thread of being blocked he rolls off his bed and drops his studnet ID directly on his face. He quickly collects himself and hits the reply button.
   Itâs 3 AM, and sheâs keeping herself up watching cartoons on her television. Typical. Still, getting a text from Bendy himself was exciting! Initially. Until she read the damn thing.
MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: PEACOCK
what
Itâs 3 AM, and heâs having the time of his life laughing it up in his room at the fact that the first person to respond to his little message was none other than his biggest fan, and though it was through words on a screen, he could tell that she mightâve been a little annoyed.Â
Whether he was invited to or not, Bendy finds himself hopping up onto the drawer that separated him from the much taller figure and leans an inky arm against their shoulder as he glances over to the side. âCan âya believe it? I mean, I personally canât, but it sure would liven things up a lil if someone actually turned up dead.âÂ
Should he be more cautious with his words? Yes, definitely- besides, the person he could be talking to might not be handling the current situation well at all. Thereâs a chance the last thing they wouldâve wanted was to think about the possibilities of someone on this island turning up dead.Â
There were plenty of things to do on the island- so much in fact, that it overwhelmed the little ink demon by just a smudge. While Bendy wasnât able to do everything just yet- he figured that for the time being, he should lay low and explore the hotel that he was going to be staying for the next following weeks. Hey, might as well, right? Who knows, maybe heâd get a chance to meet someone else.Â
Actually, Bendy had been so focused on himself, he realized- he didnât actually know anybody else on this vacation with him! Well at least now he knew that meeting people was something he had to do for certain, now.Â
Letting his feet do all the walking for him without any real thought of where he was heading towards, Bendy made his way out of his room and to the hotel - pressing whichever button (not without jumping, of course! you can only do so much when youâre so short...!) Â his little finger could press. Within just a matter of seconds, Bendy found himself at...
...The pool.Â
Fantastic. Not wanting to embarrass himself, Bendy made his way off the elevator and observed the pool area to see that there were a fair amount of people there too. Some in the pool, some sitting in the chairs nearby - maybe there were some inside of the spa located there, too? He couldnât be too sure. Like hell heâd go in and check for himself, if he went in there, heâd die!Â
Bendy frowned, as he stumbled his way over towards the first chair he could find. He turned it around, shielding himself from the water ahead of him as he peeked out and silently observed. âI canât swim.â He says loudly enough and huffs, unaware that the chair seated next to him had someone sitting in it already. Who probably saw his embarrassing mistake. Great.Â
âOh. So I could do this,â Proceeds to take his head off from his shoulders. âAinât it neat? The things âya could do without a neck!âÂ
He puts his head back over his shoulders and shakes himself off. It never felt good taking your own head off, even if youâre showing off what you can do with your cartoon physics...!Â
   Being on an island vacation suddenly is disorientating enough as it is, but apparently, sheâs sharing the island with Bendy!? The Bendy!?! She almost canât believe her eyes, but considering she has six of them, thereâs no way she can be hallucinating!
   Having watched his show for years, Peacock has been a fan of his for as long as she can remember. The other kids she knew never seemed as interested in it as she was, and considering his show has been finished for years, itâs no wonder everyone besides the cartoon aficionado would be so invested! Hey, shouldnât everyone else on this island be aware theyâre in the presence of a celebrity at least!? They should be a bit more starstruck! What the hell is up with that?
   Gosh, sheâs almost too giddy to even approach him! Admiring him from afar wonât get him to notice her, so she might as well make her existence known to him now!
   âHiya!â she cheerfully greets, waving him down. Peacockâs so excited that sheâs speaking a lot faster than usual. âYâdonât know me, but I definitely know you! Bendy, right!? The nameâs Peacock, and Iâm a big fan! Not sure if yâcan really give me an autograph or anything, but seeinâ you in the fleshâŚ
                                             ⌠Itâs like a dream come true!â
For far too long, Bendy had gone through a long period in his life where his fame had diminished. What a joke, right? The Ultimate Actor-- known for his acting skills, canât even get a single person to point him out in public and say his name. But eventually, Bendy was able to handle it - find a way to cope with it and continue on his merry way.
Besides- he had a vacation to worry about. Itâs not like anybody there would recognize him, everyone here on this island with him attended his school, didnât they? Itâs not like anybody would point him out- as far as he could tell, he didnât recognize a single face. Stretching his arms above his head, Bendy kicked the sand underneath him as his eyes scanned the surrounding area to see if there was something he could do.
Beach tennis courts... Nah. Nobody really looked like they wanted to play. Check into his hotel room? Nah- he didnât feel like unpacking his bags just yet. Swim? Hell no- heâll wash away with it! Talk to the person approaching him, talking quickly, calling herself a fan, asking for his autog-- wait, what?Â
Bendyâs attention turns to the young looking girl approaching him quickly and clearly excited, her eyes beaming as sheâs making eye contact with him. His lips part, however, he doesnât say anything. Is it true? Did she seriously recognize him? It takes him a few moments to process all the words sheâs telling him, but when it finally registers in his mind that oh my god this girl is a fan of mine and she wants my autograph she actually recognizes me-- he shows her his signature grin and snaps his fingers.Â
"Yer right! Thatâs me- Bendy, the dancinâ demon!â He gives her an overly dramatic bow before winking at her. âPeacock, huh? Well, itâs a great pleasureâta see a fan around! Itâs really not everyday I get to meet with one. If âya want an autograph, Iâm more than happy to give âya one.âÂ
