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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You're giving me a million reasons to let you go You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show You were very sick with the ink disease. Oswald was insistent that you stopped working so you could take care of yourself. You hesitated. You knew that you should, but you didn't want to.
You're givin' me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a million reasons About a million reasons You were headstrong and just kept pushing yourself through despite what he begged and pleaded.
If I had a highway, I would run for the hills If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still You remembered a time when you were willing to do just about anything for Oswald. You even jumped a train and ran from home with the crazy teenage rabbit. Where was that girl who listened to the voice of reason?
But you're giving me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a million reasons About a million reasons Days turned to weeks, months into years, and you still pressed onward to spite the protest of your own aching body. You wouldn't yield, wouldn't let this sickness get the better of you.
I bow down to pray I try to make the worse seem better Lord, show me the way To cut through all his worn out leather Finally, you had found your stopping point. You were at the Sunday morning service, when you collapsed in an inky heap.
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away All I need is one good one to stay You were rushed to the hospital. You woke up to the feeling of six bunnies jumping up onto the bed. Oswald was your emergency contact you had on file. He shook at the sight of your disheveled state.
You reached your shaky hand up to his shoulder.
"Ozzy, I can't do this anymore. I'm done fighting, it's time to start the treatments" you said crying defeated.
Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware Oswald nodded as he passed on the news to your doctor. Within a week you were back home with him. The treatment was simple enough to do at home with a hospice nurse coming in four days a week.
'Cause you've given me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Giving me a million reasons About a million reasons You hated having to admit defeat, but you just weren't strong enough to do it anymore. You were getting worse. The treatment however, wasn't helping either.
And if you say something that you might even mean It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe After almost a year, you told Oswald that you wanted to stop the treatment. He was furious. He yelled at you, telling you that doing so would be stupid. That you were stupid for wanting to stop now.
'Cause you've given me a million reasons Give me a million reasons Givin' me a million reasons About a million reasons That evening after he left, you unhooked yourself from the fluid bags. You grabbed your keys and limped out to your car and drove off.
I bow down to pray I try to make the worse seem better Lord, show me the way To cut through all his worn out leather You went to the church and knelt at the altar. You prayed long and hard. You prayed for Oswald to be happy. You prayed for relief from the pain and illness that clawed the life out of you.
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away But baby, I just need one good one to stay Ozzy came home to apologize to you. He didn't feel right leaving you in such a bitter mood. However, he was too late. You were gone.
Aye-eee-ayeee-ay-ayyee Oh, baby I'm bleedin', bleedin' Aye-eee-ayeee-ay-ayyee Can't you give me what I'm needin', needin' The car was gone and your phone was on the table. He readied to run back out in his car.
Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith But baby, I just need one good one Good one baby i just need good one You were stuck on the floor. You couldn't breathe. Crawling towards the office doors, you gasped, like a fish out of water.
I bow down to pray I try to make the worse seem better Lord, show me the way To cut through all his worn out leather Ozzy's phone rang, it was the pastor. He wasted no time to race to the church.
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away But baby, I just need one good one, good one His heart went up into his throat at the sight. You were motionless. Ink caked onto your pale skin. Oswald could have filled a pool with the tears that flowed endlessly down his face.
Tell me that you'll be the good one, good one Baby, I just need one good one to stay aye eee ayeee He picked you up, holding you to his chest. He sobbed and begged for you to wake up, but you remained still.
