Bendy X Reader- River Of Sin

Chapter 58- This broken heart

It was a piercing pain in the ink demon's rib cage that brought him storming through Alice's safehouse. The moment the axe had hit your side, he had felt something. An aching poke at his heart stopped him in the midst of the fight, like a needle sinking into the rubbery flesh of a balloon; one touch was all it took for it to burst.

He didn't know quite why he had felt that harsh pain, but he understood that something was wrong, and that was all he needed to know to drop everything and come searching for you. Not long before he burst through the metal doors of the angel's domain, however, there was an agonizing scream from within, only it sounded like Alice herself.

The angel's followers froze at the sound of her screams and turned their heads in the direction of the noise, surprising many of your allies as they had been moments from striking at them, but stopped out of confusion. Without hesitation they glanced at your friends one last time, screeching and completely retreating from the scene, leaving Bendy's searchers and the rest of the group totally bewildered. They slipped away through every crevice and every doorway, emptying from the room like a rush of water. If they no longer had a leader, they didn't have a motive to fight. Within seconds, level nine had been stripped of all enemies, and it was as silent and desolate as it had been when you had arrived.

Sammy and the others were staring at the gates of the angel's safehouse, occasionally sparing a glance around them as if to make sure that this was all really happening, and that they had actually won their end of the fight. What had happened to Alice? Did this mean that (Y/n) killed her?

Bendy had paid no mind to the group, and when the prophet had turned to congratulate his lord on the success, he found the demon to be absent from the scene.

The others began cheering over the outcome of their efforts, but Sammy didn't join them.

"Oh no..." He murmured, his body going rigid after feeling the ink demon's presence drift farther away, with a swiftness that could only mean he was panicking. His eyes traveled to the now busted doors of the angels territory, both of them being slammed open and demolished with the violence that was used on them.

His lord was terrified.

The demon was holding back the urge to break down, his steps urgent and fast paced. No matter what he did, he felt like this couldn't have meant anything good. He internally begged for you to be okay, his movements growing faster and faster as his mind grew more on edge. He didn't want to lose anyone close to him again, not now, and not ever.

And it was with a pounding heart that he entered the flooded graveyard, finding a bloodied axe unattended on the floor beside a deep red mess of a human form, unmoving on the platform across the room.

He recognized the face of the girl he loved with everything, and he let his genuine reaction come through, as he could no longer contain anything in that moment.

Alice was nowhere to be seen, and standing at your body was the butcher gang, leaning down to you carefully and attempting to see if you were even alive by the looks of it.

Was the butcher gang the reason that Alice was gone?

The toon was not concerned with the answer to that question, but he wasn't completely wrong. After the three of them had listened to what you told them, about how the angel was using them, and that you would befriend and treat them with kindness instead, they decided that Alice's time was up.

It wasn't very nice of them to pretend that your words hadn't phazed them, but it was the only way they would be able to get close enough to Alice without having her grow suspicious. Once you had pounced on her though, they hadn't been expecting it, and suddenly they found themselves moments from losing someone who actually cared about them.

That was all it took for them to rebel against that malice of a woman, and they shoved her off of the platform and into the ink. The substance was much too thick to swim through, and it pulled her down like glue. Her screams had faded out though the halls as the black mass consumed her from the inside out, the only thing left of her being the axe she had dropped in the process. The three inklings turned out to be smarter than she had thought.

Your words had more of an effect than you even knew, but they had been too late to prevent the damage that had already been done.

Once they saw Bendy, they stopped, backing away in fear and allowing the devastated demon to approach your figure with ink flowing from him rapidly. The walls grew dim with his once eerie aura, but this time it looked as though his surroundings were pitch black in every direction with how dark the substance was, and how much of it coated the walls.

The three inklings had their attention locked onto the demon, and grew motionless as Bendy visibly shook with both disbelief and sorrow. Part of him was trying to convince himself that this was all a bad dream; that he was still in the lounge all along, and that any moment he would wake up to find you safe and sound on the couch beside him.

But unfortunately, that's all those thoughts were...a dream.

"(Y....(Y/n)..."

He kneeled down to you, carefully lifting you up into his arms and standing upright again.

It wasn't odd to Bendy, but your head had not been harmed as Alice had said it would be. Only you had known what she wished to do to you, although if the demon tried, he could probably have guessed based on her goals and past actions.

Your body was completely intact other than the gash in your side, and Bendy took great caution with you to avoid touching it and causing more damage.

A small tear ran down his face, and it was water, not ink. It dripped down and hit the wooden floor with a quiet tap, and more were soon to follow. His guilts and his faults were unutterable, with regret and pain swelling like a throbbing migraine, only in his heart rather than his head. The feeling was so unbearable, he could almost feel the grief burning holes right through it.

"No..."

The toon silently cried, his head lowering to yours. He couldn't find it in him to send the observing butcher gang away, let alone acknowledge them anymore, and his emotions grew worse as he listened for your breath, only to find that nothing left your lips. Not one sound, nor exhale to indicate any signs of life.

"(Y/n) please...Don't leave me here..."

He weakly nudged your cheek with his own, pulling you closer to his chest when your head only lulled to the side in response, completely devoid of sentience.

Bendy's hoarse sobs were unlike any of his usual, shown emotions. Nothing had ever made him disregard his image like this, yet nowadays he thought nothing of it half the time.

'This is my fault...all of it.'

"I'd wait all over again!" He cried, his voice wavering. "I'd count down the years again and again, waiting, if it meant you would come back..."

He pressed his face into the side of your head, his shoulders slumping forward as your hair brushed against his horns.

"For you...I will wait every last second..."