“They told us where you were, at least,” Betty offered. “Yeh, they kinda stumbled onto this place themselves, th’ rascals.” “You said you even saved the Butcher Gang?”īoris laughed. The angel weakly nodded, letting a small smile of humor tug her lip. If we can’t help th’ people, we gotta help th’ toons.” “We have some limits.”īetty nodded her agreement. “Angel ‘r not, yer a toon,” Boris pointed out. “Either way.she’s too far gone.sad as it is for me to admit. “Or her consciousness is floating around in the ink, waiting for a new body from the Machine,” Alice sighed. her chest.and we fell.and she was gone.”īetty gave a little gasp, and she exchanged a glance with Boris. Susie was.angry, running at someone, dunno who, but she was ready to tear them to pieces.then the next thing we know, there’s a blade sticking out of our. But sure as I’m here sitting, they have to be real. It feels like it all was a dream by now, really, trying to recall these memories. “So, what exactly happened t’ stop ya seein’ Susie’s side? We heard a scream when we got down there.”Īlice’s eyes squinted. She reached over and patted her gloved hand. An’.like Bendy.”Īt the name, Alice gave another shiver and looked down.Betty couldn’t tell whether she wanted to cry or cower, or both.but she knew that the angel was very uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.”Īfter a pause in which he regarded her sadly, he shook his head. “Boris.I really thought we.she.destroyed you. Nothing remained but pain, betrayal.which she took out on countless others, regardless of whether they were human rebuilding herself in vain.” Her eyes welled with tears as they locked with the wolf. I could only see through her eyes when she reformed.and she was.gone. When I was able to reach inside and touch her, it seemed like it would work.then the Ink Demon showed up.”Ī cold chill ran down her body, and she held her shoulders for a minute.
I just felt so bad.Susie was there in the Machine, having been turned into a being of ink.she looked so helpless and defeated. “Yes.something I now understand was very.stupid of me. The angel let out a long-suffering sigh, still massaging her temples. “Boris, honey, just make sure th’ soup doesn’t burn, let ‘er explain,” interjected Betty with a calmer tone of voice. “You were practically hellbent on gettin’ Susie outta th’ Ink Machine.an’ ya were crossed over!” “A little trouble?” Boris interjected while he stirred the pot. I guess I got myself into a little trouble.and I didn’t want to take him with me.” Well then, let’s see.when I disappeared.last thing I remember was telling Boris to run. “Hey,” she wagged a finger, “Like I told Boris, y’just call me Betty.”Īlice had to giggle. “You’re really too kind, Miss Boop.thank you for all this.” An’ here,” she handed over the wrapped food item, “Have yerself somethin’ t’ eat.”Ī tiny smile graced Alice’s lips. “Well, yer friend gave me some of th’ story of your studio and how you came t’ be here in th’ first place.so just start from where you disappeared. Nearby, Boris (in a new pair of suspenders) was cooking up another batch of soup, and Betty was searching around in her bag for another sandwich to share.
“Golly.so much has happened.where do I even start?”īetty gave Alice a sad little look from next to her at the table, watching her put her fingers up to her forehead and massage it, willing the memories back it was hard to think about how the girl could be feeling at that moment, even with a little bit of rest and relief from the nightmarish atmosphere outside of the safe house.
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