BABTQFTIM - The Quest for her Heart [DISCONTINUED]

[EDITED] Chapter Seven - Comfort

Both my hands shot to my mouth to prevent the ink from dripping any further, the black substance had already made it's way out of my mouth and onto the grass beneath, colouring it black with a tint of red. 

Everyone's attention darted to me as I fell to the grass, all the energy seemed to slowly dissipate. "(Y/N)!" Bendy yelled, rushing to my aid as his brother followed suit. I desperately wanted to reply that I was okay, even though I clearly wasn't, but I couldn't even form words as coughs prevented any speech.

I shut my eyes closed in pain, refusing to look at all the others who were watching me as I crippled on the ground. How embarrassing, they didn't need to see the inky mess that beheld them.

I weakly lifted myself off the ground as I opened my eyes to face the mortified expressions of everyone. The shield I had attempted to make over my mouth to prevent ink from flowing was failing miserably, slipping through the cracks of my fingers.

"I-I'm so sorry you h-had to see this-!" I managed to choke out a few words between coughs, ink pooling onto the grass by each passing word.

"(Y/N)! This isn't your fault! Please, take these! They'll help."

I barely recognized Bendy's words assuming what he had said by the way his mouth moved. In his hands were two little tablet-shaped pills, held out to me.

"No! Keep them for yourself, please! I-I don't need them-!" 

"(Y/N)! You need to take them! It'll end quicker and it'll reduce the pain, please! Do it, for me!"

I looked ad Bendy with hopeful eyes, yet it was as if a rope had wrapped itself around my heard as it forcefully dragged me to run away from the group. Before Bendy could even protest, I had taken off.

 I couldn't let them see me like this anymore, I couldn't bring myself to take those pills when they belonged to him.

My day bag and purse slipped off my body as it fell to the floor as it landed on clean untouched emerald-green grass. I could hear their calls and yells from the distance as I ran farther and farther, It was heartwrenching to do so but I couldn't let them see me at such a state.

I wasn't sure where I was running to, but as long as they couldn't see me; it would be ok. I eventually found a smaller oak tree to lean against, I was running out of breath. I crashed into the tree, slumping, taking big breaths of air.

I thought I had a moment of privacy as I retched the black liquid, until a figure came to me.

"(Y-Y/N), are you ok? Bendy's ink pellets could help you a lot, ya know. Just-! I don't fucking know, take them! I don't know how to help but seriously it's gross, it'll stop whatever you're going through!" Cuphead yelled in distress, my water-bottle in his grasp along with pills that he shoved in front of my eyes.

He acted like he cared. Why? I continued to throw up ink for what seemed to be an eternity.

I looked at my ink-painted hands before turning to make eye contact with Cuphead's red pupils which showed signs of worry. "You. . . you actually care?" I could barely talk.

"Y. . . No! I don't! J-just take them, please!" He confessed. 

"S-sorry..." I said. I hesitantly took the pills which were presented to me, staring at them with doubt before popping them into my mouth until the putrid taste came to my senses.

I wanted to spit it out, it was disgusting. I quickly swallowed it along with blood and ink, taking the bottle from Cuphead's gloved hands and drinking as much water as I could.

Deafening coughs erupted from my mouth as the pill inside me seemed to force all the ink out, causing the indescribable pain to heighten for a while.

Cuphead looked mortified as more ink continued to fall to the ground, the black substance soon covering my view of him and all my features. I couldn't breathe, lead to believe that coughing would help my situation.

I couldn't see anything, closing my eyes to prevent ink from colouring them black, grunting in pain. Cuphead sighed. "Here, let me clean up for you." I heard him say. 

I could feel the ink getting wiped off my face with what seemed to be a cloth of some sort. Once my view was cleared again, I noticed it was Cuphead's glove responsible for my sight. It got all inky and stained.

 "Cuphead! Your gloves are getting dirty." I said between huffs, attempting to push his hand away as the pain slowly dissipated.

"I don't care about the gloves, the ink can be washed away with water. Plus, we don't have time for your clothes to dry if they get too inky." Cuphead reasoned. "Thanks Cuphead." I said. "Call me Cup if you want to." He replied, getting up from his kneeling position. 

"Let's get back, we're wasting time." He scoffed, placing his non-stained gloved hand into his pocket while he kept the other out and shaking the stray ink off as if it was dust.. 

"Don't expect me to help you clean your face again. I just felt bad for all the shit you were going through, got that?" He said. 

"Got it," I said. It was obvious he did it for me out of pity, but I'm grateful he did. I've had to deal with these damned ink attacks all on my own ever since I got the disease. 

A warm and fuzzy feeling grew in my chest, such a kind act from someone like him was heartwarming.

I quickly attempted to sit up and follow him. 

Key word, attempted. 

I fell to my knees before I stood up, which caught Cuphead's attention as he heard the sound of ruffling grass. He turned around and made an expression; a mix of both pity and annoyance.

I didn't even know those two could go together. 

"Right, forgot you get really weak after. Fine, I'll carry you. Again." He scoffed, walking towards me. He said it like I wanted for him to carry me, which was true in a few was

Too weak to walk, I was. Too weak to even stand, barely keeping my eyes from shutting from the lack of energy.

I quickly cleaned the remaining ink splotches on my paws to prevent staining more of his clothes. He bent down like earlier so I could get on. 

I quickly climbed on his back and wrapped my legs around his waist and my paws around his neck, though I made sure I wasn't choking him.

As we walked back, a question sprung into my mind. Perhaps now wasn't the best time, but I was afraid I'd never get my answer.

"H-hey. . . Cup? Could I. . . ask you something?"

He turned to face me, unfazed by the sudden question as he continued to trudge through the thick trees I had managed to pass.

"What is it?"

I looked to the side as if I was hoping to get some approval from the surrounding nature, and I had gotten nothing. I gathered enough courage, finally.

"Why are you two-faced?"