Lonesome (Mickey x Bendy)

Chapter VIII: Now or Never

Bendy POV
Joey was staring at me through the window.

I got up and started for the door, silently. Mickey was shushed by Boris. Oswald disappeared. I swung the door open, starting to trail ink as it dripped from my forehead. He pushed me to the deck. I pulled Joey toward the ground. Boris and Mickey came out and pulled Joey away from my body. I took a nearby pipe and hit his head with it. He passed out. I put down the pipe.

I dragged Joeys body along the ground, heading for the Workshop. Mickey sighed, "I get your mad, but why are you being so aggressive?"

I stayed silent. Boris put his finger to his lips, "He will explain what he's doing after."

I took long strides, he started moving. I felt sharp pain up my chest.

Mickey POV
Both Bendy and Boris dropped to the ground, howling in pain. Joey started running the opposite direction. I knelt down beside Bendy as he screamed in agony. I put my hand on his back and he clawed at the ground. Ink ran up his back and his breathing grew heavy and ragged. His legs shook and his body grew in height. He was turning to ink demon. He groaned collapsing while Boris stopped yelling.

He looked horrified at Bendy. He immediately picked unconscious Bendy up and bolted toward the workshop, leaving me in the dust. I sighed, walking through crowds of terrified toons. I reached the workshop and couldn't opened the door, I heard screaming then silence. I sat there a few minutes then went home to a horror filled Oswald.

Ink Demon POV
I stalked the halls waiting for something to bite, to tear, to kill. I wanted to drown someone in ink. I could feel Bendy fighting me, but as long as I had Joey's favour I wouldn't be stopped. I stalked for a couple of hours but Joey's favour faded, letting Bendy have a foothold in my plans.

He fought until I collapsed, ink sprawling out from my body.

Bendy POV
I woke up in a puddle of ink. I got up, and started yelling, "Boris!? Mickey?! Borrrrissss?!?! Miiiiiiickeyyyy?!"

Boris came out, "Right here."

I walked alongside Boris in silence. We reached Mickey's house, "Maybe I should go back, I'm a danger to Mickey."

Boris shook his head, "No, he likes you."

I sighed, "I know that, but Mickey is more important then me, if he gets hurt, I'll never forgive myself. I already let him get cut by those FNAF jerks, what if I screw up? What if I hurt him? What if I break his heart? What if I turned ink demon on him? What if I get mad at him? What if-"

"Stop, you know it's all in your head!" Boris interrupted.

I shrugged, "Ok I guess."

We knocked, Oswald answered, "Oh you."

I drew back, "P-pardon?"

Oswald rolled his eyes, "I haven't gotten Mickey to stop crying. Go away."

I felt my eyes grow, "Wh-what?"

Oswald yelled, "Boris can come in, not you. Go home!"

I pushed Boris inside, "Tell him I love him, a-and to not follow me."

Boris went wide eyed, "Wh-what?"

I closed the door, bolting for anywhere but there.  Something rang in my mind;

I'm sick and tired of hiding behind a mask, of pretending to be happy.  Happiness is only an illusion, a fake, a mirage, a lie.  When I am gone, they'll be happier.  Oswald happy, Boris safe.  Alice far away, and Mickey unscathed by my lonesome deathlike hate.  I was tainted by hatred, painted by hurt.  If no one truly loves me, then why should I stay?  No is the answer, I shouldn't have ran, kept to the shadows when Mickey first came in.  I should have let Freddy and Joey torture me, now no one will know my name.  I want to cut, I want to die.  I want to disappear from this lifeless state.  I want to meet my father, the one who lives in hell.  I want to kill, I want to tear.  I want to cry, I want to scream.  I want to stop, I want to turn around, but no, Mickey, I killed his joy.  I am a monster, a demon, a freak, a horror.  I want to seep, I want to weep, but no, I must run.  I am such a mess, soaked and cold.  No one can stop me, because I wore a mask.  No one understands how hard it is to control this feeling of demonic control.  No one can shake off this feeling of despair.  I am laughed, insulted, mocked and criticized.  I'm so lonely and hated, why should I stay then?  I can't, I mustn't.  I'll run and run, no matter how far.  I'll run and run, till my back breaks and I can't be seen.  The monster I am must be hidden from him.  From Mickey Mouse, the one who stole my heart from my chest.  I'll protect him one last time, from the monster inside me.  I can't be seen again.  Never ever again.  Not by my love, my foes, my brother or sister.  I will be an unwanted, not cared for missing.  My laughs are fake, my smiles are tortured, how much I hate hurting those around me.  My chest is pounding my hands are shaking, a sure sign of panicking.  Soon I'll be gone, soon I'll be dead.  I wear a mask and this is my story; The mask I wear is called depression.