Helluva Boss: Ink Edition

Light Of An Imp's Life

Bendy had leapt through the portal, helping a limping Striker into the break room and sitting him down at the table.

Bendy: Just sit right there, Striker! Everything'll be just fine!

The pair had gotten a job from an edgy teen Sinner, who hired them to kill off his overbearing and slightly abusive parents. The job seemed to be no problem, but what they didn't know was that the husband and wife were master blackbelts, leading to a long and strenuous fight. And to make matters worse, Striker had broken his leg in the fight.

Striker: Look, there's no need to make a big deal about this. I'm just fine.

Bendy: *sarcastic* Oh, really?

To prove his point, the Ink Demon picked up the imp's leg, which was bnt in several unnatural angles. The Rattler winced as his leg was elevated forcefully.

Bendy: Does THIS look alright to you?! Your leg's as crooked as Lobo when he was alive! Just stay seated, I'll get a first aid kit.

Bendy set the imp's leg down and dug into his pocket, pulling out random objects.

Bendy: Why do I own the documents to uncancel 'The Owl House'? Eh. *throws paper aside*

Despite the multiple wrong items and hearing some sickening cracks, Bendy finally found a first aid kit.

Bendy: Alright, I got it. Now, I might not be a doctor like Ren, but I can at least keep it from- What the?!

As Bendy was about to bandage his friend's leg, he looked in shock to see it had straightened out and was fully healed. Striker got up, stomping his foot down, and not once did he wince or hiss in pain.

Striker: See, I'm just fine.

Bendy: But..... How?! Your kneecap was literally right next to your calf!

Striker: I drank your blood for immortality, remember? Watch.

The Rattler reached into his pocket to pull out a dagger. Bendy sees the dagger, making imr sweat nervously.

Bendy: Uh... What are you doing with that dagger?

Striker: Just a demonstration. It'd be better to show you rather than say it.

He didn't even wait for Bendy to respond as he placed the dagger on his arm and sliced it up his forearm, wincing as the blade cut through his skin. Seeing the blood oozing out, Bendy grabbed Striker's wrist and pulled his hand holding the dagger away.

Bendy: Striker, are you insane?! Why would you.....

He couldn't finish his sentence as he sees Striker's black blood glow white and vanish, along with seeing Striker's tissue and skin reknit itself, closing the long slice.

Bendy: ...cut... yourself...? What? Usually it'd take half an hour for a wound like that to heal for an imp.

Striker: Like I said, immortality. I'm not sure how, but your blood zuked up my healing factor. What'd take 30 minutes for a wound to heal now takes seconds.

Bendy: Oh my god, that's..... That's incredible.

Striker: I know, right. Well, I promised Sallie May a coffee when I got back and I'm one to keep promises.

Bendy: So, you gonna ask her out?

The imp just blushed and looked side to side as he exited the break room. Bendy chuckled as he followed suit. Though, he stopped as he saw Moxxie carrying a box. Though, he accidentally stepped wrong and dropped the box in front of him.

Moxxie: Ah, dammit.

Bendy: Hey Mox-Mox, what'cha doin'~?

Moxxie: Oh hey Bendy, Blitz just requested I pick up this package from the front door. He just ordered some more magazines for our guns. Damn thing's heavy, though.