My P.O.V: 

A. WHOLE. PAINFUL. WEEK. Since Henry got killed and Jackson and I never returned to the animation studio where Bendy and Boris are still at. I now find Jackson drinking heavy loads of beer, wine, and cigarette buds all over the studio. I swear to god that this is the worst of Jackson I've ever witnessed! No matter where I freaking go I can find at least a empty bottle of booze or a put out cigar bud. I swear all of this is going all over the place. Today is another depressing day at the studio. I have a dumpster bag in one hand as I am trying to keep this place clean. I pick up any empty bottles or put out cigar sticks into the garbage bag they go. The smell of tobacco fills my bunny nose and I cringe. I swear that's one of the worst smells ever in the entire world! I sigh and I follow the smell to Jackson's room. I see him puffing another round of cigars with his new pack of tobacco sticks next to him. Jackson isn't even working on anymore new episodes of me. And more and more of the people working here are quitting there jobs thanks to Jackson's self-drowning sadness. Barely anyone is left now which is a 'great' sign. I go around Jackson's work room and I pick up small cigar buds and the empty bottles that used to contain wine or beer. I sigh sadly as I pick up all this bad trash and toss it into the bag. Jackson pauses from whiffing in more tobacco smoke and turns to me as I work on keeping his work space clean. 

"Janis?" Jackson asks me, I stop my trash picking and I turn to him. His eyes are red from lack of sleep and smoking so much. His breath is so strong with alcohol and tobacco. I can smell it from here, he is in really bad shape. I drop my bag and I walk over to his desk that has barely any work done and liquor stains on all the papers and his own desk. I hop onto his desk and I look at Jackson with my cartoon eyes straight into his tired, red, and blue eyes. 

"Yes Jackson?" I ask him, he sighs as a stream of alcohol smells mix into the fresh air around me. I try my best not to inhale the bad scent while not giving away any signs of rudeness. 

"Have you ever known someone you loved so much for so long, then someone just takes them away from you in a single snap?" He asks me, then he bends over and he pulls out a brand new bottle of liquor. He pops open the cork and starts to chug down the bottle. Wait.... how many bottles did he have today?! I swipe away the bottle from him and I hold it tightly in my hands. 

"I know it's hard for you to live now that you know that Henry is dead. But we have to move on! I miss Bendy but I know I need to move on! This is hard for both of us okay?!" I say to Jackson sternly, he growls at me and he takes away the bottle of wine back. He continues to drink heavily and I he glares at me. 

"You don't know anything, you're just a cartoon. You can't understand on how I feel. Wanna know why? You aren't supposed to have hearts. No cartoons are supposed to have hearts." Jackson tells me roughly. I gasp a little at him statement. This is so not true! I DO have feelings! Sure we might be cartoons, but that doesn't mean that we aren't like people! We are! Just looking a little different. I sigh sadly and I look away from Jackson, then.... rage settles into my mind and heart. Why.... Why is Jackson like this?! I've done nothing wrong! I lose Bendy like how he loses Henry! It's the same situation! So why is he making this a more bigger deal of this by doing bad things?! Yes I'm super sad too, but at least I am not doing anything stupid to myself! 

"How are you so sure about me not having any feelings?!" I begin to yell at Jackson, I spin myself around to face him clearly; "Why are you like this?! All I'm trying to do is help you out! Yet you want to throw in my face that I don't understand?! Of course I do! Why do you think we both are suffering similar emotions!? I DO HAVE EMOTIONS YOU ASS-" I stop taking as I feel a slap on my cheek. I yelp and I fall off of Jackson's desk. I hold my vibrating cheek of pain and I slowly turn back to see Jackson above me now. He swings his left leg back and he kicks me like I'm nothing but a sack of potatoes. I whimper as I feel my body feeling numb and I cough up some ink. I weakly get up and I look at Jackson with a emotionless face. He grabs me by my red bow tie and lifts me into the air. I see his face angry yet drunk. 

"Don't talk to your creator like that! If I say you have no emotions... THEN YOU HAVE NO EMOTIONS YOU BITCH!" Jackson snaps at me, he throws me down to the ground and I hit my head on the ground. Jackson then grabs one of the empty bottles of booze from the trash bag and he smashes the bottle on me. The glass shatters as I feel the small shards pierce my skin. Ink leaks from my cuts and I use the wall nearest to me to stand up. I see some small shards of glass stuck into my skin. I look back up at Jackson, he has that same pissed face. Then he points me then to the door. 

"GET. OUT. NOW!!" Jackson snaps at me, still holding the now half empty booze bottle. I don't even fight with him. I run out of his work room and I flee to my bedroom. I swing open my door and I run inside and I flop onto my bed as I cry. All my cuts and the glass stuck in me hurt so much! I take my face out of my pillow and I look at my arms, at least two or three shards are still on them. I sit up and I have to pull these out. There is no way that I'm going to let my wounds heal with the glass stuck in it! I sit up and I start with my right arm. I breath for a little then I hold my breath. I grab one of the pieces and I have to yank it out as quickly as I can. Ink falls out of my eyes as I see I have. THE FIRST FUCKING SHARD OUT. This is going to be so fucking fun to do. I move down to the next shard that's near my elbow. I yank that out again and I finally finish the first arm. I sigh as I look at my opposite one with more shards than the first. 

Just.... Just get this over with......

Jackson's P.O.V: 

I sigh in sadness as I take another swig of my booze. When I finish it I throw it to the wall and it breaks into millions of pieces. I sigh louder and I look at my desk with the little work for the next show for Janis. That stupid Janis... thinking that cartoons can have emotions when everyone working here clearly knows this all has to be a type of act. After all.... ALL cartoons have to act for the performances they do. No matter what! Though.... I know myself for sure that I am getting sick and tired of drawing Janis all the time. In fact! I think it's time that I make a new character! I'll just ignore Janis for now. So I can focus on this new character now! I grab out a fresh new piece of paper and I grab my pencil as I take out my ink and colorful inks too. I think for a moment about a new character could be.... let's see.... I know! This character should be a bat! I just know what to name him! I trace my pencil on my blank piece of paper and I sketch out his body shape, looks, personality traits, and finally his name. 

'Trevor! Trevor the Bat!' 

A/n: Hiya! Janis_The_Bunny here! I want to let you all know, It's hard to try and update on both accounts. So I might be sticking to this one for a little bit until I can make some more updates or progress with this one. But I promise you all that I am NOT abandoning either of these accounts! Though this one I was thinking on making BATIM crossovers while of course there is going to be me and my dear boyfriend here in them! While my older account can be all about the Reader x characters fanfictions! So anyways... thank you all for reading this and I hope you are excited in seeing the next chapter!! 

That's all for now of Janis_The_Bunny! Stay tuned next time for me!