[DISCONTINUED]Bendy x Reader ( Forgotten, not Broken )

Chapter 7

A/n: Holy crud, 500? .-.

Man, Bendy's gettin popular.... Thx Markiplier and Jacksepticeye....

*Bendy*

I shivered as her eyelids shut closed and the ink continued to drip out of her mouth. I didn't like seeing her in pain, even if it was a clone or imposer, she still looked like my Y/n. The floorboard would be stained with ink, but I don't care at the moment.

I picked her up by holding my arm under her knees and hugging her shoulders against my chest, which in a human's vocabulary is called 'carrying them bridal style'. I don't know what a 'bride' is, but it seemed unnecessary to my education on humans from thirty years ago.

"Bendy! My lord! Show yourself devil!" I heard from the basement. Pausing in my steps, gazing at the unconscious woman in my arms, I sighed out a heavy breath. Setting her gently into the corner of a random room in the basement, I followed the voice.

A man tied up by his arms was kneeling on the floor with a bloody head. I found the man who was calling for me and grinned. I turned the speaker off as he screamed for mercy. "No! Stay back My lord! I am your Prophet!"

"Hello... Sammy..." I grinned wider, feeling his fear radiate off the walls. He was dripping of ink and wore a mask that had my old face.

"B-B-Bend-dy! M-my lord!"

"Stop. Calling. Me. Your. Lord." I hissed, getting agitated with his wording. I brought him back to life through ink and he still can't grasp it that I don't haave the power to 'free' him. If I did, I wouldn't even be here. I would've freed myself first of all, since I'm no idiot.

"B-but! D-did you like the o-o-offering of the sh-sheep? I-I-I gained it for you! S-so you can free me!" He stuttered, backing himself into a corner. I felt someone in the presence of a puddle of ink and thought hard. Should I kill this ink idiot and banish him back to hell or should I go after that human..? Well, this idiot isn't going to go anywhere, so I might aswell go after the human...

"Stay here. I'm coming back for you later..." I growled and turned to leave. "One thing you need to get through your dense head.... You'll NEVER be free before ME..."

*****

I shifted in front of the human man and gazed around the hallway. He screamed and began to run a very specific direction. I felt panic fill my limbs and tried to catch up to him, but it was no use. He closed the door in front of my face and locked it. There was no ink in that damn room that I could ever enter through. I cursed under my breath before dragging my gloved hand down my face.

Now I couldn't get to that imposer...

*?????*

I gazed curiously at the girl as she seemed very familiar. But where? I stretched out my arms and groaned, as if I hadn't slept in decades. She was very ink and sweaty, her lips looked very dried. A feeling of concern bubbled up in me and I poked her arm. She wasn't moving and she was very pale. The ink oozed down her arm, covering it with a h/c color. I found a can of soup and wondered if it would help her in any way, since she seemed to be sick(Yeah, cause a can of soup ALWAYS helps...).

I tried to open it but struggled. I heard heavy footsteps come from he other side of the wall and froze, unsure who it was and why they were in a basement like this. The sound of the door shutting and the banging of the wooden lock echoed in the hallway I stood in with the unconscious inky lady.

I knelt down, attempting o open the can again for the girl's sake, but it slipped out from my big hands and into the room with the heavy breathing and racket. My hands turned into fists as I clenched my jaw at my clumsiness.

"Hello? Who's there? I know you're there... Come out!" a scared and yet brave voice echoed to me. I didn't have a choice. I unballed my hands and stood up, taking strides across the room and to where the can rolled to.

We froze and stared at each other as I met familiar brown eyes from a time long forgotten.

".... Boris?"

A/n: I bet most of you guys expected this XD