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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Wait a second, let me catch my breath Remind me how it feels to hear your voice You ran desperately through the ink flooded hallway towards the inky figure. His voice was too familiar to be a coincidence.
"Sammy? Sammy! Come back! Sam- where did he go?" You asked panting as you reached the solid wall containing nothing more than a pentagram and a cutout.
Your lips are movin', I can't hear a thing Livin' life as if we had a choice You found his audio log as you went back to find the switchboards to open the door. You cried holding it close. You warned him about Joey, begged him not to go back. He didn't listen and now he's gone.
From the shadows the muscular figure watched as your lips moved, you repeated the words 'I'm sorry Sammy' but not a sound escaped your throat as tears continued to freely fall.
Anywhere, anytime I would do anything for you Anything for you You continued to make your way back to the main lobby of the music department. Turning to the flooded staircase, you flipped the lever to power the entire department.
There was a groan followed by sloshing liquid that came from behind you. The axe you had was suddenly very noticeably missing as you clenched the hand it was in. Cold sweat beaded your brow as the color drained from your face. A slashing sound and pained grunts filled before you could turn to face your demise.
Propped against the wall beneath another audiotape, was your long forgotten axe. It was coated in fresh wet ink.
Picking it up, you looked around. There was nobody in sight. A blush coated your cheeks.
"Thank you!" You blurted out flustered at seemingly no one.
You might not have seen him, but he was just as flustered under his mask as you were.
Yesterday got away Melodies stuck inside your head A song in every breath You found the keys, got into the closet, and now you've opened the sanctuary. You went in, finding his old sketch books with your face drawn on the first page of every one. A smile tugged at your lips as you imagined Sammy going stir crazy from not seeing you for so long.
You walked back out into the recording studio. There the figure stood, looking in the balcony above you. You stepped towards the masked male, only to awaken the creatures that waited for you.
Sing me to sleep now Sing me to sleep Won't you sing me to sleep now? Sing me to sleep You gasped as he leapt down from the balcony and stood guard in front of you. You lifted the axe towards his hand, brushing the handle against his palm. He nodded back at you as his finger wrapped around the old tool.
He swung and took down each monstrosity with such swift grace.
Upon the departure of those ghastly beings, you approached your savior. You took his hand, making him face you.
"Thank you again....Sammy" you said know full well who this man is.
Remember me now, time cannot erase I can hear your whispers in my mind Sammy lead you into his office. Once you were safely behind the closed heavy door, he let his guard down.
"(Y/n), why are you here? Why would you come down into this inky prison, this hell I now call home?" He genuinely asked as he sounded like he was going to cry.
"I came, because I needed to find you. You've been gone for weeks! I missed you! I was scared! I-I-" you rambled as you broke down sobbing.
I've become what you cannot embrace Our memory will be my lullaby He reached out to embrace you, but stopped himself.
"Darling, I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But, you can't stay here. It's not safe. This place, it does things, terrible things, it'll consume you, turn you into something horrible.......like me" he said glancing at the old photo of the two of you from a year ago.
Sing me to sleep now Sing me to sleep Won't you sing me to sleep now? Sing me to sleep "(Y/n), you must leave this place while you still can. I know of a way back-"
"No, I won't leave you here. Besides, there's nothing to go back to anyhow. Joey made sure of that. The bank reclaimed the house and everything in it" you said taking his hands in yours.
A-anytime I would do Time away Yesterday-day He looked at you before finally losing it. He pulled you into his chest. It was solid, despite being comprised completely out of ink. He cried as he dropped to his knees still holding you.
A-anytime I would do Time away Yesterday-day You pulled his mask off, staring into his murky face before kissing him deeply. He desperately returned the gesture as he has more than longed for your touch after these long lonely weeks.
Your voice was still as sweet as the day he met you. Your touch, as gentle as the sun's rays kissing his skin. He hated you seeing him cry. He felt weak and powerless. You knew this man to be stronger than ever as he has braved such storms and now you were there. A new fly, now trapped in Joey's endless web.
