Survival with a Dash of Romance (Bendy x Psychic! Female! Reader) [BATIM]

Chapter 7: Bendy's Juice Box

"Okay, it's gotta be easy. Ya just hold up yer hand an' it does tha work for ya!" Bendy chirped, holding up his hand and then snapping his fingers. You frowned in uncertainty, playing around with the strings of your hoodie. "I don't think it's that easy, Bendy," you told him your opinion.

He rolled his eyes. "Well, ya gotta at least try." He had a point. You stood there, contemplating whether or not to try and lift the trash can. Wouldn't it attract any passersby? You scanned your surroundings. You and Bendy were currently outside the studio, working on your psychic powers. You gave Bendy your hoodie again for him to wear, so that he looked like a kid, instead of a little cartoon demon. "C'mon, doll! We don't got all day!" He complained, swaying his legs off the edge of the bench again.

You shot him a quick glare and readied yourself, having your feet apart at shoulder width. Narrowing your eyes coolly, you thrust your hand towards the trash can. In less than a second after that action, it exploded, causing Bendy to jump a little in surprise. "Gee willikers!" He yelped, scooching backward until his back hit the backrest of the bench. That was a lot of 'back's in one sentence.

Bendy sometimes forgot you were a pretty and strong human being. No, he didn't accidentally put an 'and' in between 'pretty' and 'strong' because you were obviously both, in his eyes. "Woah, mama, yer really strong, toots!" He exclaimed, his eyes glinting with respect and admiration.

"Thanks," you giggled, shoving your hands in your hoodie pockets. The little toon jumped off the bench and ran up to you. "Whattabout me?!" He suggested, his pie-cut eyes sparkling with excitement.

"What do you mean 'you'?"

"I mean, usin' yer powers ta lift me up in tha air! I wanna try flyin', doll!" He told you, his arms mimicking airplane wings. With a wide grin, he moved them around like he was an airplane soaring through the sky. You let out another giggle, your hand covering your mouth in embarrassment. He was so cute! "Okay, okay. I can try, but if I lose control, I'm blaming it on you," you warned. He just swatted your warning dismissively. "Suit yourself," you said, rolling your eyes.

You prepared yourself with your hand spread out towards the little demon, thinking, Don't say I didn't tell you so. You moved your hand upwards a bit, causing Bendy to float and follow the direction of your hand. "Woah!" He squealed, feeling a tinge of panic. This was an odd experience.

"You okay? You want me to stop?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in concern.

"Nah! I'm all aces!"

Moving your hand more to the right but slowly, Bendy followed, struggling to get used to being up in the air. After a minute or so, he let out a chuckle, then a full-blown laugh. "'Dis is so much fun! Try it, toots!!" He encouraged, his arms out like a pair of airplane wings.

Oh my god, it's Peter Pan all over again, you thought, your eyes widening. Wait, does that mean I'm Wendy or Bendy's Wend— BENDY. You burst out in uncontrolled laughter, causing Bendy's movement in the air to wobble a bit. "Hey! What gives?! (Y/n)!! Watch where yer flyin' me!" The toon shrieked in fear and annoyance. "What in tha world caused ya ta burst out in laughta' like 'dat? Ya coulda almost killed me!"

You tried to cease your laughing fit and sharply inhaled, while a few giggles escaped you. "Oh, man, I'm sorry, Bendy. My bad. I just thought of something extremely funny," you told him, wiping a stray tear of joy from your eye.

As Bendy flew around, his movements copying your hand movements, he had his arms behind his head like he was relaxing on a hammock. "Oh, yeah? Whatta 'bout?" You didn't answer.
"Hey, doll! Didja hear me? What was it about?"

Fortunately for you, a group of kids were making their way towards your direction, which had to cut your psychic practice short. "Bendy!" You called, gesturing to the group. He followed your gesture through his movements, but he managed to catch what you were talking about. "Damn, we gotta go back in, toots!" He told you.