Bendy felt empty inside after he had tried to kill himself. He felt like nothing mattered anymore. He knew he had to find out what had happened to Joey and the rest of his friends, but he didn't know how to start. He still carried a knife around with him, just in case he found a way to kill himself for good.

He just wanted someone, anyone, to feel his pain. To understand how he felt, to know how much he was hurting inside. He couldn't take it anymore. This loneliness. It was all just too much for him. He wanted to die, but he couldn't. His determination was gone. His hope was lost, and he couldn't find it. His sadness was with him, though. Always there, thriving on his misery and feeding upon it, draining him of energy, not unlike how a vampire would drain its victims of their blood.

Telling him of dark times, reminding him that he was alone, presumably abandoned by his friends and family, by those he loved. Forgotten and left alone to die. No one wanted him around anymore. They were done with him. They'd left him here, to rot. Bendy shook his head to rid himself of the voices in his mind, but this action did nothing, as the voices only became louder. Steadily louder, until they were the only thing that he could hear anymore.

They caused him to think of a time before, when he had a family, and friends. They were always so supportive of his endeavors, they always encouraged him to pursue his dreams and inspirations. But now there was no one here save for himself. Nothing to soothe his fears and worries except for himself and the plushes that lined the many shelves.

Plushes. That must be the answer. A temporary solution to his loneliness and isolation. He grabbed a Boris plush from the shelf and held it close against his chest, cradling it as he buried his face into it. He sighed as a feeling of warmth and comfort rapidly spread throughout his body, chasing away the fear he felt and leaving behind a calming sensation, as he inhaled its scent, reveling in the smell of Joey's cologne. The human had always worn it, and sometimes sprayed the toys with it as a joke of sorts, and also for this very reason. So that he would always be with him, Joey said. Even when he was gone.

Now, Bendy was grateful for that. He held the plush to his chest as he continued wandering the halls, searching the rooms for any signs of his family. There were sheets of paper scattered everywhere, and drawers hung from their hinges, as if someone was in a hurry to find something of great importance to them. Bendy hesitantly entered the office, stepping over books and files that lay askew on the wooden floor.

Chairs had been overturned, and some lay in pieces. "What happened here?" The Ink Demon wondered aloud, his voice small and quiet. He hugged his plush tighter, craving the comfort that it provided for him earlier. He turned it around to examine it closer, its eyes seeming to carry a soft and gentle glow to them, as if it was sentient and was actually capable of sight and emotion. "I miss you so much, Boris." Bendy whispered softly, nuzzling his plush affectionately.

Having nothing else to do, Bendy began to clean the room, putting the drawers back into their proper places, setting the chairs upright how they're supposed to be, and clearing the floor of all the scattered paper and other objects. When he was done, he sat down in one of the chairs to rest. The office had an old television sitting on the desk, so Bendy turned it on to discover that it was playing clips of his show.

He watched with tears in his eyes as his friends appeared on the screen, reciting their lines and just having fun. Bendy buried his face in his Boris plush as he began crying freely, sad and terrified that he would never see them again.

Bendy hugged the plush tighter, imagining Boris beside him, soothing him. Everything will be alright. Keep your head up, don't give in. We'll be back soon.

The little Ink Demon sighed in despair, staring at the plush in his hands for a few seconds, before his pie-shaped eyes narrowed in anger as he growled and threw the plush across the room. "NO!" He screamed. "YOU'RE LYING! You're NEVER coming back! EVER!"

Bendy began throwing things, wanting to feel something, anything except loneliness and despair. So he got angry, and vented his frustrations in any way that he could. He grabbed an axe off of the wall, and made his way through the building, killing Searchers and any other creatures he came across, blaming them for his family's disappearance.

"YOU did this! This is your fault!" He screamed at a lone Searcher, as he dripped with ink, gripping the axe tightly in one white-gloved hand, breathing heavily as inky tears streamed down his face. "They never would have left me if you hadn't been here! They would still be here if none of you were created!"

He raised the axe above his head, bringing it down on the Searcher's head, splitting the creature in half. Bendy watched as it slowly dissolved into the cracks in the floorboards, then he moved on to the next room and continued his rampage. The angrier he got, the more ink dripped from his body, until he left trails of it in his wake.

He knocked soup cans off of cupboards and shelves and threw them at walls before destroying the platforms they had been sitting on. He was filled with so much rage that he had kept bottled up inside of himself, and now he was finally providing himself with an outlet for his anger.

He was betrayed by the ones he loved, and it was tearing him apart piece by piece. He would have given his life for them, but they clearly cared nothing for him. Joey had betrayed him. So now, Bendy would destroy everything that he had created.

He continued his killing spree, cutting down Searchers and other creatures as he began making his way toward the room that housed the Ink Machine, intent on destroying it. He violently cut down the boards that were nailed onto the door, opening it and entering the room. He sighed and lowered the axe sadly.

Joey had told him that the Ink Machine was his lifeline. If the machine was destroyed, then he would be, too. And he would never come back to life. Bendy growled lowly to himself, an almost animalistic sound that caused the remaining Searchers to back away from him in apparent fear.

He approached the Machine cautiously, holding the ink-stained axe with both hands now, an angry sneer on his face. "I loved them, and they repay me like this! Leaving me to suffer endlessly in this hellhole, never allowed to leave! Keeping me prisoner here!"

He swung the axe at the thing that created him, a metallic clang resonating throughout the room when he made contact with the hulking abomination, crying out in surprise when the head of the axe bounced off of the metal and hit him in the face, cutting him deeply. Black ink spilled from the wound as Bendy clutched his face. The liquid oozed between his fingers and coated his white gloves, staining them black.

He felt no pain as his body quickly repaired itself, the wound closing and healing so that it seemed as though he had never gotten injured at all. He removed his hands from his face and stared at his ruined gloves, sighing as he took them off and threw them on the ground, replacing them with new ones from a box in the corner of the room. He slipped them on and wiggled his fingers, smiling sadly. "Good as new."

Bendy returned his gaze to the axe that was now laying on the floor, in a puddle of ink. He picked it up again, inspecting the weapon for any damage. Finding no evidence of any cracks in the handle, he tested the tightness of the axe head, tugging at it to see if it would fall off. It held fast. Satisfied, he returned his attention to the Ink Machine.

"Now, where was I?" He asked himself as he swung his weapon again. The Machine took no damage as the axe struck it, and Bendy only heard the clang of metal on metal, not seeing any dents or scratches in the thing that made him. He growled again and kept swinging, putting all of his strength into his blows, hoping to sever his lifeline, so he could be free to die in peace.

After a few minutes the axe slipped from his grasp, and he slid to the floor in a sitting position, out of breath and physically exhausted. He glared at the Machine hatefully. "You're the reason I'm still here. You're the reason I'm still suffering." He cradled his head in his hands, whimpering softly. "I just want it to be over."

He got up and exited the room, closing the door behind him as he continued searching for ways to end his suffering. He tried a variety of ways, even falling from high structures in the Heavenly Toys Room, but only ended up reforming once he hit the ground. He was essentially indestructible, because that was how Joey made him to be. So that he could live forever, even after his Creator faded from existence.

Bendy was alone now, however, and had been for months. As far as he knew, Joey was already dead, along with everyone else who used to work here. He was the only one left, and did not want to live forever. He wanted to die when his Creator died, because a life of isolation and loneliness was no life at all.

A/N: I know this chapter took almost a full year for me to write, and I apologize for that. I didn't have the energy or motivation to continue with this story, and it was on a hiatus during that time, but now I believe that I'll continue with Reflections until it's end. All I ask is that you remain patient with me, as I have other stories that I need to work on, as well.