BABqftim One-Shots

Bendy x Sick!Assassin! Reader

{Reader's P.o.V}

You bowed your head at your master as he gave you orders to terminate, or assassinate, a demon and a wolf. You ran out as you got dismissed, looking for the targets like you were ordered to.

{Bendy's P.o.V}

I laughed as Boris jumped around, enjoying the parade that was marching through the streets of Waste Ville.

"Bendy! Look, it's Mickey!" Boris fanboyed as his eyes landed on his idol, Mickey Mouse. He was always the young wolf's idol.

I laughed more, "Ok, Boris. You're fanboying is way too cute."

"Oh shush." Boris puffed his cheeks out as a red tint colored his cheeks.

"Whatever ya say, bro." I smirked at his childish manner. He was just so innocent. A lot of people call him Cinnamon Roll, which is quite cute because he gets for flustered over the nickname.

As the parade came to an end, Boris ran towards the main circus tent. People were getting autographs signed by the members of each member of the group. The little blue bunny children of the parade were running running around, giggling and laughing as they played and danced. Some even singing and palying instruments.

We entered the tent, Boris automatically becoming shy and stuttery. I smirked as he looked at his childhood, and still, idol as he signed other people's pictures and such things. As the lined moved up, the more gittery and nervous Boris got.

"Boris, relax. You're gonna be just fine, baby bro." I chuckled, feeling him stare daggers my way. Which made me chuckle more.

We were at the back of the line once we got to the front. Mickey looked up at the already flustered wolf, smiling. Boris looked down at the famous mouse, his face glowing with heat.

"Hello, what is your name?" The mouse asked, his high pitched voice sorta piecing my ears.

"B-B-B-Boris, s-sir." Boris stuttered, causing the mouse to chuckle at him. Boris' face lit up with a even brighter red.

"What would you like me to sign?" The mouse asked as he stared up at the blushing Boris.

He stuttered more, "A-a-a-a p-picture o-o-of-"

"He would like you to sign a picture of him when he was a kid." I interrupted Boris, answering for him as well.

A loud crash errupted from outside, making us all jump. It turns out it was dark outside and everyone had gone home. The emptyness seemed to make everything echo. I walked out of the tent, searching around for the source of the noise. As I walked, I found the source of the loud noise. A pan hit a rock, making the pan cry out.

"How did this even get here?" I questioned no one in particular.

A cold, sharp object was placed on my neck, I stiffened, knowing the object was a knife that was just sharpened. The stench of blood rotted the air that surround the person holding the knife and me.

{Reader's P.o.V}

You mentally scolded yourself as you scared a little girl, making her drop a pan. The pain hit a rock, making it alarm anyone near. It echoed through the darkness. A couple minutes later, the demon you were hunting for was drawing near the source of the loud echo. You jumped into a nearby tree and waited for him to walk to the pan, that's when you will make the assassination.