Disclaimer: I don't own Andy's Apple Farm (Video Game). I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song.

(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)

(Villain! Bailey AU. Play the song when the lyrics pop up.)

(Hope you enjoy.)

Spotting the apple man and his group of friends walking around her fun fair, the bee woman smirked cheekily. She observed their little interactions where the friends have Andy tasks based on attractions around the fair and more near to Bailey's location.

Remember who possesses him.

She would have so much fun.

"Who told you what was down here?
Come along if you wanted a peek"

Andy paused in the middle of Claus' task. Tilting his head in interest, he heard a sound vibrating through the atmosphere. A dominant, yet gentle singing voice pulling the environment, changing the surrounding areas to their will. Owning the little ballad they began, he could tell they intended to finish.

There in the Ferris wheel stared woman looking like a bee. Wearing a blue top, a white undershirt accompanied by the blue eyes. As a bee, she naturally had the wings to be able to fly.

"I've seen your face around here
Come alone, tell me under the table
What do you seek?"

They buzzed weakly as she seemed to be in deep thought. He observed the woman another second before she noticed his gaze. She smiled and slowly raised her hand, flipping him off with the middle finger with an enraged scowl.

She had the intentions of finishing the ballad, albeit with an outdoing finale. At the end, she'd proved to the host inside she wasn't weak as her one counterpart in the real world. Inhaling deeply, Bailey closed her eyes as she smiled in acceptance of the tragedies from the past.

The bee woman felt Andy's burning gaze. Tears threatened to slip down as she needed him to just avert his eyes. Emotions were a mess to describe, but she laughed silently.

Fog escaped her mouth during the exhale.

"Welcome to the playground, follow me
Tell me your nightmares and fantasies"

Her wings started buzzing as instincts programmed the A.I avatar. Standing up off the edge of the wheel, Bailey maintained eye contact with Andy before smiling...

Easier to fall dead.

Then she dropped off the giant wheel without flying. Simply falling from the air and targeting the ground, her empty eyes met Andy's once again, her relishing the fear and sorriness those orbs expressed.

"Fly for God's sake!"

Bailey felt slightly flattered that somebody might have been genuinely concerned. She couldn't remember a time when anyone showed remorse or care for her, her human self, or even did the one she did not speak about.

You are not allowed to die.

Bailey merely smiled wider in content.

"Sink into the wasteland underneath
Stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream"

Andy wondered why she feel as if her life didn't matter in shape or form. The emptiness and acceptance in the fair owner's eyes was disturbing to say the last.

"Miss...Bailey." Andy offered, remembering his friends mentioning the name. "If you need a break, no one will judge. It's fine to not work all the time."

The same emptiness he experienced. He arrived just in time catch her in his arms. The woman's eyes were glazed, far away looking as if she wasn't even in the present. Stuck somewhere else, mainly the past.

"You ruined me.." Bailey uttered softly, voice barely above a whisper, then her head snapped forward, eyes dowsed in that same madness. "hE rUInEd mE! rUINed uS! yOU hAVe A dEbt tO pAy!"

Her voice glitched just as the others. Pushing the apple man backwards, she stepped a few away as the depression threatened to drown her in its toxicity, memories of tragedy and anything happening because of this damn human.

She glared in such hatred that Andy shrivelled where he stood. An unseen force stilled him.

"Oh-oh, whoa
Welcome to the playground"

Bailey waved a hand. An energy source suddenly crashed through the field, affecting everyone beside the be woman standing there unfazed, something akin between a smile and scowl glowing her face.

Maybe a grimace.

Her eyes slowly changed to his colours. Black consuming the white, leaving only one blue pupils glazed over with despair and shattered emotions, none at all positive.

"What brings you to the lost and found, dear?
Won't you pull up a seat?"

Snapping her fingers, Bailey somehow transported a chair next to Andy. It made the man sit on its own, zooming behind and bringing him to its masters of the fair grounds.

Hand clutching the collar of his shirt, the same scowl remained, albeit a little softer. Andy sputtered in his seat. He looked with wide eyes as the same piece of fear waved through the placed on bravado he put on not to show how scared he happened to be.

Too late to hide negative from the shadows.

"Everybody got a price 'round here to play
Make me an offer, what will it be?
Oh-oh, what will it be?"

Bailey downcast her head, running a hand along her face while releasing a tired sigh. Waving a hand around once more, the sun began setting and it became almost pitch black.

"Almost better." She commented, sounding exhausted. The bags under her eyes said what she didn't. "Running a fair takes it toll."

If only someone allowed me death.

"...Then get some rest."

"Rest is for the dead. He won't let me die."

"Welcome to the playground, follow me
Tell me your nightmares and fantasies"

The chair pushed itself back in the near empty void aside from events of the fun fair. Bailey walked deeper onto the stage, eyes closed as the mission of killing the apple man fuelled the ballad she found herself singing as part the plan.

...She couldn't bring herself to do it.

Sam was a good person. Bailey became the opposite over the years, but somewhere deep inside, her old host still remained.

A missing peace to complete a broken puzzle.

"Sink into the wasteland underneath
Stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream"

Incomplete. An eternal feeling of emptiness haunted Bailey forevermore. Destined to be alone for what seemed like centuries, she learned to care for herself, growing detached from the positive she needed to feel.

You can't feel what's taken.

A pooling ink of darkness appeared under Andy seemingly due to Bailey's growing depression. It sucked the chair and consequently pulled the Andy deep under the surface.

"I should leave you to him."

"Oh-oh, whoa
Welcome to the playground
Oh-oh, whoa
Welcome to the playground"

Pointing her hand forward, several machines began operating without the staff supervision Andy saw earlier when arriving at the innocent looking fun fair ran by the bee.

"I don't crave your death, Andy. I want you to understand there are consequences."

He shouldn't have come here.

"I crave the demise of Thomas."

Sam repeatedly preened in delight at Bailey's pleasing actions. She'd become no better than a wild animal. Sometimes stealing control without notice. Bailey only noticed if she were to wake up hours later in a secret dump Sam attended.

She wasn't as easily corrupted.

"Oh, it died
Ah, mm
Welcome to the playground
Ooh, whoa
Ooh, whoa
Welcome to the playground"

Andy stood up, backing away from the insane bee woman. He needed to get out of here pronto, especially with the usual presence way overreacting.

I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done what he did.

The voices were the main source of the drama.

"Welcome to the playground, follow me
Tell me your nightmares and fantasies (tell me your nightmares)"

Lifting a hand higher in the air, Andy floated alongside his friends who had their arms restrained by a physical force.

She pulled them down, pulling Andy close to her face until their noses barely touched. He saw the past lurking within them. She still clinged to bitter old memories, some resurfaces as she was face to face with the criminal responsible.

"yOu dO nOT GeT tO fORgET yOUr sINs."

Setting the Ferris wheel free, it chased Andy and co. on a wild hunt until they reached another building in the woods. The only house. The demon infected house. The one house where demons weren't buried with the hatchet.

The home of the murdered Eastwoods.

"Sink into the wasteland underneath
Stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream"

She saw all their begging faces. Internally and externally as she floated them to the other side of the fair founds. She could care less for this group of trespassing idiots wandering after hours.

At least sneak in at opening time.

What a bunch of morons.

She hummed the rest of the song. Reaching the end of the grounds, Bailey made eye contact with the man standing with his arms crossed leaning against a tree in a casual stance. His hand pointed to an abyss underneath feet. She yelped a little, but unceremoniously dumped them all into the ground and wherever he desired them to be.

"You have your victims, now leave me alone."

Bailey slammed the gates, locking them tightly and stuffing the key somewhere secure. Growling a little, she stormed to fix up some messed idiots made with their little games.

She finally pleased the beast. Silence reigned her mind as her thoughts were finally hers to control and be allowed to think and feel. It felt...strange having this kind of independence, but the price to get there in the end had been so worth it.

The criminal is finally receiving punishment.