As it says in the title, these are oneshots of characters from Blogthegreatrouge's comic series
Bendy and Boris; the quest for the ink machine.
I own none of the artwork. I found them all between google and thebbros tumblr.
Some of them I di...
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Hello, hello Anybody out there? 'Cause I don't hear a sound Alone, alone I don't really know where the world is but I miss it now
You stumbled about the empty streets of the usually busy city. Your cane tapped against the ground and the sides of buildings. The inkness took your vision from you, leaving you blind and helpless. You missed seeing your surroundings.
You never realized how you took your sense of sight for granted until your world was thrown to nothing the the pitch black abyss filled with nothing but scents and sounds.
I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright But it's never enough
You stopped, leaning heavily against a wall. You screamed, terrified. Why did you run from the hospital? You dug through your pocket for your small crappy flip phone. You used this phone so many times that you didn't need to see to dial his number.
'Cause my echo, echo
Is the only voice coming back Shadow, shadow Is the only friend that I have
*ring ring* "Hello? Boris speaking"
"Boris.....help me......please.....I'm scared" you panted out through the choked sobs.
"Where are you?"
"By a bakery. I think so anyway. I can smell fresh pastries" you said sniffing lightly at the air.
"Stay where you are and I'll be there in a few minutes"
Listen, listen
I would take a whisper if that's all you had to give But it isn't, is it? You could come and save me and try to chase the crazy right out of my head
He hung up, leaving you in bitter lonely silence once again. You clung to the wall, trembling from fear. That feeling intensified upon feeling a hand on your shoulder.
I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright But it's never enough
"(Y/nn)? What are you doing out here?" it was Bendy.
A sigh of relief left your lips as you knew you were safe.
"I-I'm lost" you said embarrassed.
"Lost? It's three in the morning on the street you travel most. How are you lost when you're standing outside your favorite pastry shop?" he half chuckled.
"It's not that hard especially *puts hood down* when you can't see anymore"
Bendy gasped. A thick, solid layer of ink was caked over your eyes and still slowly dripping down. {it looks like a blindfold made of ink}
'Cause my echo, echo
Is the only voice coming back Shadow, shadow Is the only friend that I have
Minutes later, Boris rounded the corner. He was out of breath. He was relieved when he saw that You weren't alone for too long with Bendy standing by you. Boris' expression changed to one of worry when he saw the ink pasted over your eyes.
"(Y/nn)! Are you alright?! What happened!?" He asked cupping your chilled face in his warm hands.
"I-I have the inkness. It got so bad that it took my vision" your voice seemed so small and weak, but it still managed to echo in the dead street.
I don't wanna be an island
I just wanna feel alive and Get to see your face again
"(Y/n), why didn't you tell me?" Boris took your hand.
"I didn't want to put more stress on you. You have enough to worry about with Bendy. No offence bud"
"None taken" he commented.
"But you wouldn't. I'm more stressed that I didn't know before now. You should've told me"
"I'm sorry" your voice cracked as you started crying again.
I don't wanna be an island
I just wanna feel alive and Get to see your face again
Boris pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly and petting your head. Your ears pressed themselves against your head as you cried into his shoulder.
But 'til then
Just my echo, my shadow You're my only friend and I'm
Boris carried you on his back and Bendy carried your cane. They walked you back to the camper where the others were waiting.
I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name
Like a fool at the top of my lungs Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright But it's never enough
Boris sat you down on the edge of what you assumed was his bed.
"I wanna try something real quick so stay still and stay calm"
You tensed at his suggestion. A warn wet rag made contact with the sticky tar-like substance over your eyes. Within a few minutes time, you could see out of your right eye again. A few more minutes pass and your left eye was open. You could finally see again.
'Cause my echo, echo
Oh my shadow, shadow
Hello, hello Anybody out there?
"There we go! Now I can see those pretty (f/c) eyes of yours again!"
