My Lil Devil- Bendy x Fem!Reader

Chapter 6

Recap:
‎"Thinking about this is givin' me a headache. I'm just gonna take a nap." The ink demon lay back onto the couch, grumbling as he curled up, facing the back of it. Why was he so upset? Jealous? That a human was trying to talk to Y/n? That's impossible. Bendy didn't have romantic feelings for the girl, he just didn't. He shouldn't care that this boy was trying to get her attention!

So why did he growl at the thought of that boy talking to her?

Now:

You yawned and stood and stretched, the day finally over. You were ready to go home and see Bendy again. You had even convinced Joey to give you a few containers of ink to give to the devil. In your car, you were driving home, when suddenly someone's brights were shining right on the back of your car. You squinted and frowned, wondering why the hell someone would flash their brights right on you. You sped up, determined to get home and away from this annoying person. But with each turn you took, the person was right behind you. You started to panic, and drove as quickly as you could to your driveway. You turned off the car and hopped out, running to the door and knocking loudly on it.

"Bendy!! Please open up!!" You cried, the person driving up to your house. They stopped their car and started to get out. It was dark, and you could only see their silhouette outline due to the car lights. You could tell it was a man though. Your (e/c) eyes widened and you fumbled to get your keys, trying to unlock the door as the person stepped closer.

"Come on.. Come on!" You muttered, when suddenly the door flying open. You collapsed inside and slammed the door shut, just as the man had neared your front steps. Bendy stared down at you in confusion, your figure on the ground, panting as if you had just run a marathon.

"Y/n? What's wrong-"

"Hide!!" Bendy hadn't got to finish his sentence, as you had shouted out the command before he could. You and the devil darted down to the basement, just as you heard the man banging on the door, trying to get in. You locked the basement door and used the fusebox to switch off all the lights in the house. Now you and Bendy were completely in the dark, on the basement stairs. You heard your wooden door splinter and burst open. Bendy picked you up in his arms bridal style, and carried you down deeper into the basement. Thank god he can see in the dark. The ink demon carried you all the way to the corner of the basement, behind a few boxes and a huge dresser. You both heard the man walking around upstairs, most likely looking for you. Then you heard more footsteps. There were multiple people walking around upstairs, stumbling around in the dark. Then, you head a voice call out.

"Come on out baby! We just want to introduce you to someone!" You felt Bendy's grip on you tighten, and you pressed closer to his chest. Who are these people? Who did they want you to meet? You heard a few lowered voices, and heard the men stomping around upstairs, and things falling over. Another pair of footsteps could be heard coming closer to the basement door.

"How long can you hold your breath?" Bendy whispered to you, and you gave him a bewildered look.

"Maybe 20, 30 minutes, why?" The door to the basement burst open, and you heard footsteps descending the stairs.

"Do it, now. Cover your nose and close your eyes." Bendy said again, and you took the deepest breath you could, before holding it, covering your nose and eyes. You suddenly felt like you were sinking, and before you knew it, you had submerged into a sticky liquid. You didn't know what it was, and you couldn't open your eyes to find out, you just knew that the liquid was covering your whole body now. Though you were submerged, you could feel Bendy's hold on you, and hear the noise going on upstairs. Though, it sounded slightly underwater. The footsteps in the basement walked around a bit, and you could hear things getting knocked over. After a bit, the steps retreated and went back upstairs.

"She's not here..." One man said.

"The fuck you mean she's not here?! Where could she have gone?!" Another yelled. The footsteps all walked in one direction before fading, and you could hear the slam of your front door. Bendy then stood, and you were unsubmerged. You coughed and took a deep breath, spluttering the liquid away from your face and out of your nose. Now that you were surfaced, you could tell that you smelled strongly of ink. Bendy must've hid the both of you in an ink puddle.

"Y/n, are ya alright?" The demon asked. You spluttered a bit more, wiping your face, before opening your (e/c) eyes and flashing the devil a wide grin and thumbs up.

"Never better!"

(Skip~)
You sighed, scrubbing the last of the ink out of your thick (h/c) hair. You had to go through a lot of washing to get rid of the strong ink smell, though some still remained. You didn't mind though. As you stepped out of the hot shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself and padded into your bedroom. Bendy was downstairs, fixing things up. You'd wanted to help, but he urged you to go shower.

"We won't want your pretty skin gettin all inky now, won't we?"

You couldn't convince him, and ended up showering. Searching through your closet for some pajamas, you settled on a long (f/c) sweater and blue shorts. You pulled on a pair of red and green socks as well. It was getting colder, seeing as it was November, and despite the fact you wore shorts, you didn't feel all that cold. You skipped downstairs to see what was going on, and found that Bendy had finished cleaning, and was now in the kitchen preparing you a snack.

"Here ya go, must be hungry after that experience." Bendy grinned, handing you the (favourite sandwich). You thanked him and pulled him over to the couch, where the two of you curled up to watch something whilst you ate. Your cheeks burned at your close proximity to the inky devil, but you tried not to let it ruin your watching of the newest Supernatural episode. After about two episodes, yourself and Bendy bid each other goodnight, and went off to bed. In the morning, you had work. As all the lights in the house were turned out, you and the devil fell asleep fairly quickly.

Midnight..

A letter slipped through your mail slot, the envelope fluttering to the floor. Retreating footsteps could be heard, and a soft melody.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, my little sheep. Rest your head, it's time for bed. In the morning you may wake, or in the morning... You'll be dead."