Chapter 7

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by DJ_Drac289

by DJ_Drac289

Boris's P.O.V

As I lay on floor, as funny as it sounds, I have to respect his wishes even if it is my bed. How was I suppose to know he doesn't like cats specifically black ones? I've known him for 30 years and I still don't know him that well

For the past few days I've been on edge. For the most part Alice will never hurt us in that way unless something is making her do this. Me and Bendy used to always hang out with her then, she seems so closed off it never happened before. I've got to find a way to bring her back again, to get rid of this evilness she might have.

Why does it have to be so cold I'm shivering. Not literally. But, still it's freezing; I heard my name being mumbled. I stood up stretching my sore muscles hearing a satisfying crack. I didn't know a floor can do that to you. Why I don't know you may ask? Because I never slept on the floor before

I looked at him; he looks cute when he sleeps. I watched him sleep countless times. Please don't ask me why; call me a stalker I don't care. I used to always do this when I was smaller, because I didn't want Sammy coming near him. On anyone for that matter. I only trusted Henry because I knew he wouldn't hurt him; I did the same thing to Alice to make sure she's alright. Eversince the studio closed down I took it upon me to take care of them because who else would? Sometimes all people don't protect the ones they love and only care about themselves. I, on the other hand, will always look after them even when they're adults; I just don't want them getting hurt again.

My gaze concentrated on his face. He looks so peaceful; he always had really bad nightmares. I would always be there to comfort him when he wakes up in the middle of the night. His face turned into pain and he mumbled my name again as he let out a whimper, a few stray tears trickling down his face. It glistened in the moonlight shining through the window whilst more tears camw

The nightmares are coming back; I just know it. I thought he didn't have nightmares anymore. His nightmares was terrible back then, when we was little he was always sleeping next to me with a tear stricken face. He used to always be shaken up from whatever scared him

I blew out a breath and climbed in the bed with him wrapping my arms around his body pulling him close loving the heat radiating from his body. I wiped the tears from his face with my thumb, his face relaxed when I did this

He started pressing his body into mine burying his head into my chest groaning for a small bit

"I thought I told you to sleep on the floor," he muffled

I chuckled a bit at his words

"Go back to sleep," I said rubbing his back

A/N: SHORT I KNOW😲