I looked at a mirror, disgusted with myself. I had killed my friends, almost killed Henry, and became a monster. What was wrong with me?!?! 

    I stared down at Little Alice, sleeping on a makeshift bed made of old papers. What if I lost control again? I had to think of a different plan, one that didn’t involve Henry, Allison, or Tom. Maybe I could block off the entrance to the Throne Room! No, Henry would find a way past…

    Or I could just steal the tape! Wait...no, nevermind. Bendy would come looking for it.

    ...what if I destroyed it? Yeah, if I destroyed it, then Henry wouldn’t be able to play it! Looks like I’ve got a plan. I’ll just wait for Alice to wake up.

    “Really? That’s your plan?” When I told Alice the plan, she seemed disappointed. She sat there polishing her sword, which she got from a friend.

    Well, it’s better than what we’ve been trying! 

    “Yeah, but this seems kinda desperate…”

    I understand that, but maybe it’ll work! This is the fifth cycle. I don’t know how much more I can take!

    “Well...when you put it like that…can we kill Alice first?”

    After she turns Buddy into...that thing.

    “Okay. I’ve got something I was wanting to try anyway.”

    I sat in the room where Henry fought Brute Boris. When Boris came out, I’d be able to sneak into Twisted Alice’s room. Then we’d be able to kill her. To be honest, I’m kinda getting tired of this. What’s the point of killing her if she’s just gonna come right back? The pain of losing Wally has mostly worn off by now. I guess at this point it’s just because it gives me something to do.

    I sound like a psycho…

    When I saw Henry pass by in the cart, I climbed into Alice’s room, where she sat watching the room through a window. I dropped down onto the ground with a thud, making Twisted Alice turn around, smirking.

    “I knew Sammy was useless and wouldn’t be able to kill you. Did you really think I didn’t know you’d come to kill me? I see EVERYTHING!!!” Twisted Alice pulled a lever, and a net sprung up beneath me, hidden by the papers lying strewn across the ground. I got caught and was hung from the ceiling. 

    Little Alice fell through one of the holes, and Twisted Alice noticed.

    “Well, well, well. What is this? Your pet, Steven?” Twisted Alice picked up Little Alice. “I wonder what would happen if I drowned her in ink…”

    Little Alice started panicking, thrashing around in Twisted Alice’s grip. Twisted Alice walked over to a tub of ink, which I don’t know why she keeps it here, since she’s afraid of the stuff. She held Little Alice over the ink, and plunged her in.

    I tried to get out of the net, but I could only watch as Twisted Alice drowned my only permanent friend. I heard her screams, muffled by the ink. Then she stopped screaming.

    Twisted Alice seemed confused, so she pulled her hand up, holding a limp Little Alice. Her right eye was covered in ink, and she didn’t seem to be breathing. Did that monster...kill her? 

    Then Little Alice started to move. She sat up, her ink-covered eye glowing orange like mine. She looked around, and saw Twisted Alice holding her. She struggled, trying to get free, while Twisted Alice just started squeezing the breath out of her.

    “What an annoying little pest.” Twisted Alice had a sadistic smile, continuing to squeeze harder. 

    Then something...unexpected happened. Little Alice stood still, her eyes fixated on me. She looked back at Twisted Alice, then threw up ink. Twisted Alice dropped her, and held her hand, screaming in pain. Little Alice stood up and ran for the lever that controlled the net. She jumped up, using her sword to push the lever back up. The net fell, and I fell with it. I made an axe, and looked over at Twisted Alice. 

Her hands had melted into a puddle of ink, which sat on the floor. She tried to stand up, but wound up standing in the ink puddle. Her feet started to melt as well, and it reminded me of what happened to those searchers when I used Harmful Ink-tent. Did Little Alice have her own version of it?

We left Twisted Alice in a puddle on the floor, slowly dissolving into Little Alice’s ink. How would the cycle now change since Twisted Alice won’t be running at Henry? Whatever, not my problem. We needed to destroy the film reel, fast.

As soon as we emerged from the puddle, I realised that we were almost too late. I saw Henry starting to cross the ink towards the giant Ink Machine. I quickly ran into the Machine, grabbing the tape. I held it over my knee, and brought it down.

But Henry smacked it out of my hand. He picked it up, and Beast Bendy appeared behind his throne, smacking the both of us out of the room. Henry ran around, looking for the levers, while I just sat there. Big mistake.

I heard a rumbling noise behind me, coming closer. I turned around and saw Beast Bendy charging down the hallway. I jumped to the side, with him barely scratching my ink leg. The ink he touched stuck to him, and I could somewhat feel it. Well, by feel it, I meant that I could tell what general direction Bendy was. Like I could sense my ink. 

I saw Henry run by, and heard a deep rumbling sound. I followed Henry and saw the door open to where Henry and I battled in the dark during the last Cycle. Henry was sitting around the pipes, and Bendy kept charging and swinging at him, but missed and hit the pipes instead. When Bendy hit the last pipe, the room went dark and Little Alice and I ran for the throne room. We grabbed the film reel, and went to break it.

Henry came flying into the room, tackling me. We fought over the reel, acting like children trying to get a toy from one another. After what seemed like ages, Henry came out on top, inserting the film reel into its place on the projector. Then the world was bathed in a bright white light for the fifth time.

Could you tell this was just a filler? And that it was rushed? I'm sorry I didn't post last Friday. I'm kinda running out of ideas here...I might just make this an OC Origin Story or some shit. Idk. Hope you enjoyed.