Bendy X Reader- River Of Sin

Chapter 40- Polar opposites

I don't know why I suddenly gave up on getting pictures, but it doesn't matter anyways. We're here for the chapter. Also that cliffhanger last time was not intentional, but I knew if I continued that chapter would have been way too long.

Anyways...Here ya go.

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Norman wasn't having it...That's one way to put it.

Bendy was an exceptionally strange individual, and you meant that in the nicest way possible. You had recently learned that he was quite good at distracting, but at the same time, he appeared to easily anger whatever it was he was diverting. He proved that much with the butcher gang.

The projectionist screeched angrily at him with every word he said, and the toon simply laughed at his anger and carried on with what could only be described as a...confrontation? The two weren't even physically fighting, and Norman seemed to be slightly afraid to approach Bendy in fear of being decapitated again. They were standing across from one another at the bottom of the stairs, and you couldn't see or hear them very well from where you were.

Bendy had no intention of moving any closer to the creature, yet it roared and appeared to act very servile with every movement the demon made. It was almost like Norman was hoping to avoid harm by retaliating against anything violent, despite the fact that he had been the one to start the issues last time.

The toon watched him intently, observing his awareness and assuming that he didn't know that (Y/n) was up the stairs.

Yes, Norman was referred to as a "he." The demon hadn't really clarified that to you, and you weren't even sure if it had a morality or a sympathetic side before. The name had given you a little bit of an idea though.

"Norman." Bendy hissed, his voice laced with venom. "Step aside."

Another troubled screech sputtered out through the speaker on his chest, but he didn't move. Both him and the ink demon were standing between two giant locomotives, much like the ones on the posters you had passed earlier. To the right of one of them was a large lever, and Bendy needed to pull that in order to gain access to the stairs. The only problem was that he feared that Norman would see you if he moved. He was blocking the projectionists view of the stairs for the most part.

"Do you want to be ripped apart again?" Bendy threatened, his patience wearing thinner as the walls began to grow dark with inky shadows looming over every last inch of the room. Norman clearly didn't like the change in atmosphere, and his head hung slightly lower.

The ink demon huffed, straightening himself and placing a hand on his hip. "Use your words Norman! I know DAMN well you can still talk!"

A short silence enveloped the two for some time, and you stood quietly at the top of the stairs waiting for Bendy to give you the "ok" to come down. The abomination shook his head, as if he was debating something with himself internally. It seemed like something pressing was going on with him, and the speaker pulsed with static.

"Turn around." The creature growled, the voice fairly easy to hear despite the few flaws in the speakers functioning. "This is my domain."

What. The. Fuck. 

It talks?! You blinked for a moment. Bendy was blocking your view of Norman, but you were still able to tell that voice did not belong to the demon.

Bendy scoffed, surprised to have something as stubborn yet unwilling as the projectionist talking back to him when he knows of the ink demon's capabilities full well. Something sickening arose from in his form, and he recognized it from the moment where he was messing with the lost ones. This overwhelming pride came back, and his grin widened at the subtle challenge within Normans words.