(You look like the picture above but with your color hair [The horns are the same but your hair color], the dress and shoes from Ch. 3, you have two tails and yes, your skin is also the inky black color. Just clearing that up in case anyone was confused.)

It's been a couple days since I started to live in the studio with Bendy and Boris and things were going good. I'm actually happy for once! Until I suddenly got hit with a wave of depression. I was in the projector room with Boris watching some old cartoon of him and Bendy.
"Hey, Boris? I-I'll be back. I need to...use the bathroom..." I got up and started to walk out. I could feel his eyes on me as I left. "O-Ok... I'll be here..." he sounded confused, like he knew something was wrong.
I walk around the corner and jog to the bathroom before closing it...but I had forgotten to lock it.
I sit down on the floor with a sigh and take a razor blade out of my back pocket. My tails droop and swish against the tiled floor, feeling the dibbits of the crevases between each tile.
I had actually taken a likening to the dress sammy had put me in and it's the only thing I wear now. I feel like an old toon and I love it.
I take off my gloves and push up my sleeves. I look at my black ink skin and see the many scars that plague my inky body. I sigh and grab the razor blade. I put it against my skin and press down hard enough to draw paint.
"One...two...three...four
...five..." This goes on for a minute before moving on to the other arm.
Paint is flowing down my arms and dripping onto the floor with a steady pitter patter. I was about to put the last cut on my other arm when the door flew open causing me to scream and scramble backwards, hitting my back on a shelf.
"(Y/N)!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?" Bendy yells and runs towards me grabbing my arms and pulling them out from beside me so he could look. His eyes harden, but they also seem soft. He looks up at me, looking me in the eyes. "Why...why are you doing this to yourself?" I feel myself start to tear up.
"B-Because I don't deserve you or Boris...hell, I don't deserve happiness in general...I'm nothing but a bother and I know i-" He smacks the back of my head and I let out a small cry.
I look up at Bendy, shocked. He pulls me into his arms and puts my head on his chest. "Just...just shut up. You aren't a bother and you deserve anything and everything that's good. I don't know why anyone would want to hurt you, but if they ever try to do it when i'm around...lets just say that I won't be child friendly in the LEAST."
I felt something fall on my head and I look up. Bendy seemed to be melting again. I quickly sit on my knees and put my ungloved hands on the sides of his face. He was spaced out and hadn't noticed. "Bendy?" I wait a second to see if he answers. "..." Nothing. I pat his face lightly and pull his face closer to mine. "Bendy....c'mon wake up..." he still hadn't done anything.
I huff and think. Then a light bulb went off above my head. Literally. I look up and it's lit and then it disappeared. Whatever.
I lean in and move one of my hands to reveal his cheek. I press my lips against it and I felt heat rise on my face. I stayed there until I felt heat under my lips. I pull away and Bendy wasn't dripping as bad, but his yellow blush across his face a very dark shade and his eyes were wide.
"W-Why d-did you-" I just gave him another peck on the cheek and smiled. "It was the only thing I could think of." Bendy looks away flustered and sighs. "L-Lets just get you patched up." He gently grabs my hand and pulls my arm out for him to clean the paint off. The blush never leaving my face and his never leaving his face as well.