Helluva Boss: Ink Edition

Requiem Of An Owl

It was almost a week after the trial and Stolas' status and power being stripped. It was rather touching and go for the owl, as with the stress of his magic taking a huge toll on him, he was bedridden for a while, having to be carried into the bathroom by Crush, Blitz, or Tyco, and even having to be fed by one of them. And even then, he didn't manage to eat that much. If anything, he was like an old man in a retirement home. Especially since Stolas even LOOKED older after the incident. His face remained the same, although there was a noticeable color shift in his feathers and even a small silver streak in his "hair".

Yesterday was special, however. That day, their little imp doctor friend, Ren, had given Stolas a special gift after his check-up. His own specialty-built motorized wheelchair! It even had plants and stars painted on it, which brought a weary smile to his beak. This would be put to use as during the next morning, a knock was on his door. With a tired, closed-mouth moan, Stolas manages to move himself from the bed and onto his wheelchair, seeing as Tyco wasn't in the other bed and leaving him alone.

After being alerted by another knock, Stolas stretched his back as he slumped in his chair, pushing the stick on his armrest forward, causing the chair to go forward itself. After a lengthy turn, he arrives at the door and opens it, revealing Bendy as he carries a tray.

Bendy: Hey, Stols... How's our little wheelchair boi doing?

Stolas: ...Fine... Simply fine. Excuse me, I had... *yawns* Just... Just woken up.

Bendy: Of course, gotcha. I was just coming to see if you were up. *signals to tray* I brought breakfast!

Stolas: Oh... Thank you, Bendy.

Bendy: Anytime. I wanted to make this one EXTRA special since it's been a week since you joined us, so I asked my mother for help.

He pushes Stolas back inside in his wheelchair and to the desk, where he proceeded to set down the tray in front of him. On the tray was a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with maple syrup, a favorite dish Mimzy had made for Bendy when he was a kid. Along with the pancakes were eggs, Bendy having layered them with cheese, bacon, and a dash of pepper. Also on the plate was a few slices of toast with a few dead mice (ooh, yippee) and to top it off was a nice, steaming cup of tea, complete with fixings.

Bendy: I hope you like it. *as he cuts the pancakes* I know I sure did.

Stolas nodded a little as he allowed Bendy to feed him the slice he had cut. However, upon chewing, his weary look almost immediately faded as he chewed the chocolatey, maple-syurpy conffection.

Stolas: Mmm... Oh, this.... This is DIVINE!...

Bendy: It's apparently my grandmother's recipe. You've... never had pancakes before?

Stolas: Never! I... Usually only cooked for myself, making myself a nice, gourmet, 5-star esque... bowl of cold cereal.

Bendy: *chuckles* You're sounding more and more like my daughter.

Hearing this, Stolas immediately dropped his smile as he then looked down at his lap in despair. Realizing what he said, Bendy immediately stiffened up as he spoke.

Bendy: O-Oh no. Stolas, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to remind you of-

Stolas: No, it... it's quite alright... You shouldn't have to censor yourself for my sake. H-Has Blitz been able to-?

Bendy: Sorry, Stolas, Blitz STILL hasn't gotten through to Octavia. I just hope we can get through sooner than later, we're going back to work next Monday.

The owl looks down still, his mood soured not just by how he's stuck in the chair, but also how there's the possibility he'll never see his beloved daughter in the next century... IF he decided that the pain was too much and he did.. Well, let's not go there.