Y/N's POV

Alice was nowhere to be seen. We were all very worried. There were noises from the ink demons, excluding Sammy Laurence. There was just one place we didn't check: Alice's old showroom. But, it was locked. "WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK, ALICE?! WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?!" Bendy said. "Alice? Are you in here?" Minxao said, looking around a corridor. She returned with a disappointed face. "Come on, Alice! Where are you? We were scheduled to have a makeover an hour ago!" I said. Well, then again, she could be tending to her...uh....face...

----------TIMESKIP BY THE HEAVENLY CHIPS!----------

So, we got nowhere. "Maybe, we should all split up!" Boris said. Everyone murmured a "Ok" or a "Sounds good." We then went our separate ways. I was walking down the end of a hallway when I came across Alice's old show stage. I shrugged and kept on walking, but then a hand dragged me back. When it let go, something wet was in its place. It wasn't blood, drool, or water. It was...ink?

I screamed, thinking the searcher monsters had found me and thought I was trespassing. I said "Who the hell are you?" Instead of an answer, I was met with an insane laugh. It sounded feminine, but angel-like. "My dear Y/N, that's where I fell! And that's where demons and devils and the things under your worthless bed come from!" I slowly turned around, with wide, horror-filled eyes. Instead of a horrid demon, I was met with..

"Alice?"