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// Idea 3: An Unperfect Angel 
// Story: The Pony In The Inkwell 
// by LibraryNexus 
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The wall rippled as Bendy stepped out of it. “Pinkie, I’m home!” he called.
Silence answered his greeting.
“Must still be sleeping,” he mused as he made his way to the room he had left her in. “Hey Pinkie, I’ve got some bacon soup, you have to try it!”
The pillow he had left her on was empty.
“Where did you go?”
He started searching the cavernous rooms of the ink machine, hoping that she might be simply hiding.
“Pinkie, stop hiding! This isn’t funny!”
He couldn’t find her anywhere.
“Pinkie?”
She was gone.
“PiNkIe PiE, wHeRe ArE yOu!?!”



Pinkie fell out of another pipe. “Gee, I’m lost,” she said.
She was in another place she had never seen before. This one was different from most of the other rooms she had been in. Instead of having images of her Daddy, it contained images of a different toon, the one that always wore a dress. ↅ TROUBLE…
Pinkie got up and noticed another voice box under a pile of those soft things that resembled the characters. Clearing them away, she held it up. This one had a word she could read, Susie. Curious, Pinkie hit the triangle on the box, and a new voice came out of it.
“I’m taking back every bad thing I said about Joey Drew. That opportunity he wanted to talk to me about? He wants me to voice Bendy! Apparently, he thought that my talent was being wasted on Alice, and that I would be perfect for voicing the main character.
“I will say this Mr. Drew. You sure know how to flatter a girl.”
“I had honestly forgotten about that tape.”
Pinkie whirled around. There was no one behind her. Spooked, she scrambled for the pipe, but something grabbed her tail. This new presence lifted her up, allowing her to see her captor.
It was someone she had never seen before. She looked like Alice from the screens, but there were slight differences. She was a foot shorter than Bendy and was dressed in a black dress with a white bow. Her limbs were pure black, and she had five fingers on each hand. A pair of horns peaked out of her inky black hair, and a halo was set crookedly in her head. The skin on her face was partially missing, exposing part of her jaw, and her left eye was a mass of ink. “What is a pony doing here?” she asked. “And a pink one at that?”
Pinkie Pie grinned. “Hi there!” she said. “I’m Pinkie Pie! Who are you?”
The character gapped. “A talking pink pony?” she asked.
Pinkie pouted. “It’s not a big deal,” she said. “I talk, you talk, Daddy talks.”
“And who’s your Daddy?” the character asked.
“Me.”



Susie (Alice! She was Alice Angel!) whirled around to see him looming over her. “AnD iF yOu KnEw WhAt’S gOoD fOr YoU, aNgEl, YoU’rE gOiNg To LeT tHe PoNy Go.”
“Daddy! You’re scaring her!”
Susie (Alice!) turned to look at Pinkie Pie. The pink (Pink! The first color she had seen in a long time!) pony had crossed her front legs and was pouting at the Ink Demon without a trace of fear.
Then what she said registered. “Daddy?” Susie repeated, incredulously.
“Yep!” Pinkie said, grinning despite being upside down. “Bendy’s my Daddy!”
Susie turned back to the Ink Demon. “You’re the father?” she asked, incredulously.
The imposing monster somehow stared back at her without eyes. “YeS,” he said non-pulsed. “iS tHaT a PrObLeM?”
Susie looked between the Demon and the pony. “Let’s start with the how!?” she exclaimed.
“lEt’S sTaRt WiTh PuTtInG pInKiE dOwN,” the monster rebuffed.
“Hey, I’m doing fine!” Pinkie said. “Although the room is starting to spin, could whoever’s doing that stop it?”
“… aS i WaS sAyInG…” the Ink Demon said.
Susie quickly set the pony on the ground. Once she was on all four hooves, she shook herself, and scampered into Bendy’s arms.
Wait, what? Susie blinked and looked at the Ink Demon again. When the pony had jumped into his arms, the ink that had been covering his face had been absorbed, revealing the smiling face of the studio mascot. She finally also noticed that the web of ink that usually surrounded him had gone away as well.
“You scared me,” Bendy said, the ominous echo gone from his voice. “Please don’t do that again.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Pinkie Pie said, leaning into his hug.
“As touching as this is,” Susie cut in, “you still haven’t answered my question!”
Bendy looked up from the pony. “She fell on my head and I adopted her.”
Susie’s jaw worked a moment before she put a hand against her forehead. “Cartoon logic,” she muttered to herself. “Don’t question it.” 
Shaking her head, she tried a different tact. “Then why? Don’t you remember Rosemary’s baby?”
Bendy narrowed his eyes. “Hey, everything turned out alright in the end,” he said.
Susie stared at him. “You and I have different definitions of ‘alright’ then,” she said dryly.
“Hey, I’ve been doing alright so far!” Bendy protested.
“And how long has that been?” Susie asked.
“Uh…” Bendy looked down at his hands and began counting on them. “About a day?” he asked. “I have no clue.”
Susie would have said something, but she had lost track of time herself. The fact that the clocks ran at random speed didn’t help either. “Listen,” she said. “If you need help, come find me. I will help… if I’m not in a mood.”
Bendy smiled. “Thanks, Angel!” he chirped.
“Susie,” she said (Alice! I’m Alice Angel!). “My name is Susie.”
“Nice ta meet ya, Susie!” Bendy said, waving a hand as he left. “See you around, toots.”
“See you around,” Susie (Alice!) said, waving back. “I will see you, little devil darling.”
It was later that she would notice that the ink in her left eye had stopped running. ↅ WHAT JUST HAPPENED?



“I like her,” Pinkie Pie chirped. 
Bendy chuckled. “I’m glad that you do,” he said.
“Can we see Mommy again, soon?” ↅ WHAT?
“We’ll see- wait, Mommy?”