Batim Scp Au Oneshots

Misconceptions (Disturbing)

//Warnings: Gore, Death

Bendy shrieked, pounding his fists on the reinforced door that kept him from food. There were small holes peppered in the sides to allow the tantalizing scent to waft through. He hadn't had any food for three days straight after an unfortunate accident left a rather overconfident scientist bleeding out on the floor.

It wasn't really his fault. The cameras hadn't heard what the man had said to him. The man had made a threat to his life, holding his radio smugly when Bendy had glowered at him. He took threats like that very seriously, which was why the man was no longer here to carry it out.

He snarled and slammed his shoulder into the door, something inside it splintering for the third time that day. Bendy ignored the hot pain tracing up his arm, pacing the tiny room he had been locked in. It was hardly 3 feet on each side, barely enough room for him to properly pace. 

His tail whipped the door, creating another deep scratch on the metal. He'd been clawing at it consistently for two days now. His fingers were raw and bloodied, yet he still kept going, desperate to get out and eat.

Bendy's stomach cramped and knotted painfully, causing him to snarl and lash out at the door yet again. He had scratched his way nearly a third of the way, his instincts screaming for him to escape and feast. Hungry... Food... Eat... Now... Escape.. Kill...

The sugary scent emanating from the holes fueled his anger, prompting him to let out a deep, vibrating growl. He was frustrated and pissed, and not to mention starving. A starving demon is a dangerous one. 

The weaker he was, the stronger he would fight. The desire to survive was burning within him, although that might just be his stomach gnawing on itself. He rammed his head against the door, before he resumed clawing. 

Scritch... Scratch... Scrape...

Time is ticking...

The noises continued throughout the next day and the following night. They never stopped, only growing louder the closer the Scp got to breaching. The foundation was growing worried that he would bust out any day now, and go on a murderous spree. The longer the Scp was kept from food the more likely it became. 

Instead of waiting, they decided to open the door themselves, albeit with a bit of security. Heavily reinforced guards made a circle around the door, swat shields at the ready. The commanding officer gave the all clear, before the door was opened. The persistent scratching stopped. Dead silence followed for a blissful three seconds

Bendy charged out of the room, heading straight for the men. They yelled as the Scp crashed into their shields, clawing at them and shrieking bloody murder. Its figure was haunted with almost a week of starvation, yet it was slamming itself against one of the shields, howling while cracks spiderwebbed across the frame. 

It was still strong, and seemed desperate and determined to break through their only barrier.

The shield broke off at the bottom, the Scp's clawing and biting enough to wear it down completely. It dove under, now inside the ranks of guards. Blood was shed as it lashed out, men screaming in panic and getting away from the mayhem. The lucky ones escaped unscathed. The unlucky received deep scratches to their legs, bleeding heavily. One of the men was even less fortunate then the ones with the deepest wounds...

Bendy was perched on top of him, tail lashing and tilting back and forth as the man writhed. He screamed as the Scp lunged for his throat, the gurgle he now emitted evident of his fate. The guards stared in horror as one of their own was slaughtered right before their eyes, before their mission came back to them. Secure... Contain... Protect...

Bendy dug its claws deeper as the man's body went still, ripping off his clothes as it removed its serrated fangs from the man's neck. Those same teeth tore into the lifeless body, removing chunks of flesh and muscle as it feasted.

Soon, the remaining guards created a new barrier around the Scp, keeping a wide distance from themselves and the corpse. It ignored them for now, more focused on its meal. The wet crunching noises echoed down the hall as the senior officers paled, before ordering the tranq darts to be prepared.

The dead man's ribcage was exposed now, the Scp showing no signs of stopping as blood dripped from its mouth and ligaments were caught around its teeth. The stringy muscles were quickly swallowed, being replaced with more and more. This was what happened when a demon was starved. It would feast the second it got out. 

Tranq guns were leveled at the Scp, before the command to fire was given. It released a bone-chilling roar, before leveling its glare to the poor soul who hadn't been quick enough to hide her gun. It lunged off the corpse, ramming against the shields with fervor. Cracks began to spiderweb under the onslaught, just like they had with the Scp's last victim.

The shield looked like it was about to splinter, when the force behind the destruction stopped. Bendy stood there dazed, before flopping lifelessly to the floor. The even rise and fall of its chest was the only indicator he was still alive.

The guards were shaken up, some as white as a sheet at the sheer insanity they had faced. The Scp's death count was now two. The first man's death was certainly better then the second's. The Scp was transported back to its normal containment cell, the guards carrying him silent and foreboding. 

All of the Scp's gained items; heat lamp, blanket, everything that wasn't nailed down was taken out. It was just a room and a bed now. Empty, besides the Scp that had been ungraciously dropped on the floor.

A large meal was left inside for when it woke up. This would be a one time experience; the foundation would make sure misconceptions like this never happened again. Who knows, maybe next time the death count would be worse.