Drowning

Demon's Guest

Bendy's P.O.V.

Bendy took Sammi to his lair, making a mental note to keep an eye on the human, so she doesn't escape again. Bendy looked down at the shivering blur in his arms. Poor little human. Bendy could practically smell her fear. It was delicious, but Bendy ignored it at the moment.

Sammi wasn't one of the ones who'd tortured him. He was a demon, he punished the ones that had wronged him, not the innocents. Sammi hadn't done anything, so Bendy wasn't going to hurt or punish her. He felt bad for what he'd already done to the woman, though.

He carried the human up to his throne, sitting down on the throne with Sammi in his lap, rearranging the ink so the lower half of her body was covered in ink, and pinning the human to his lap. Sammi let out a little cry, their voice fearful. Bendy immediately hugged her, trying to calm her.

"Shh...You're okay little one." He whispered reassurances, the same way he had when he'd found Sammi curled in that closet. "It's okay...I won't hurt you, Sammi. I promise." Bendy kept his voice gentle, though he knew that Sammi couldn't hear him.

He tried to get his message by gently rubbing Sammi's back, but he didn't think the human understood. Sammi was frightened. Her body shook under Bendy's claws. Why does Joey want you dead, Sammi?

Bendy shifted so Sammi was curled up on the comfy chair, ink draped around her like a blanket. "You've been running so long," Bendy whispered. "It's time you relaxed, and just rested." He liked talking to Sammi, even if the human couldn't understand him.

Sammi shivered, pressing herself against the chair, as far away from Bendy as possible. Bendy let slide, he could still feel the human through the ink. Try to comfort him that way. Before long Sammi had fallen into an uneasy sleep. Bendy let himself melt into the ink, curling around Sammi and almost completely covering him in ink. The only part of him that wasn't was her face.

Bendy cuddled with her, now that her body was more relaxed, less tense. It would be so easy to take her now, to infect her completely with the ink and take control. But something made him hesitate.

Bendy assumed it was the fact that Sammi hadn't done anything to him. There is no way he felt anything for the human personality, he was a demon for crying out loud! And a top-tear one as well, before he was reborn into this cartoon form.

Though the cartoon itself was oddly similar to his actual form. Some horns, eyes, and ink markings. The only thing that was slightly different was the shape of his head, which wasn't a perfect circle like in the cartoon. His actual body was more like a tall human than the cartoon depiction. It was almost... eerie, how similar the cartoon was to him.

Bendy stayed where he was, drowsing. Being a demon, he didn't sleep, but he did like to rest. He enjoyed curling around the human, feeling their heartbeat and their breathing, in and out. In and out. It was fascinating; Bendy had no heart, nor he didn't need to breathe either, being made out of ink.

Humans were so fragile, so easy to break. It usually fascinated him, but now it had him slightly anxious. He wasn't sure why, though. Shrugging the feeling off, Bendy drowsed, enjoying the feeling of Sammi inside of his ink.

Maybe he didn't need the restart the loop...