Beware, beware, be skeptical
Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold
Deceit so natural
But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warningYou quirked your brow at the demon before you. His single golden fang shimmered as it caught the light above. He was lying out his ass, shooting one bluff after another as he smoked his fancy cigars. Women left and right ogled him as that sinned rambled on like he was a saint.
You knew better. He was the head honcho of the meanest, nastiest mafia known. He was a liar, a thief, a swindler, and your boss.
Bendicio Crowley Inkwell-Drew. Better known as Bendy the Dancing Demon, or The Son of Ink.
Bla-bla-black sheep, have you any soul?
No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick
Jill's a little whore and her alibis are dirty tricksHe talked big, bad, and soulless, but, what's he to do when his biggest competitor is his ex lover. Alice Angel, little whore with a broken halo. She conspired her dirtiest deeds right under Bendy's nose. She literally fucked her way up the chain to get in that pretty little seat she's in.
So could you
Tell me how you're sleeping easy
How you're only thinking of yourself
Show me how you justify
Telling all your lies like second nature
You loved him, and he 'tolerated' you. He wouldn't admit it but you weren't his right hand just because the rest of his crew were idiots. He had a rather soft spot for you. Smart, quick, tough, not to mention a royal beauty, so to speak.Alice scarred him pretty bad when she drove that dagger through his chest.(literally and metaphorically) You stepped up and took over the position that was saved for her, boy was Bendy ever grateful you did.
Listen, mark my words, one day
You will pay, you will pay
Karma's gonna come collect your debtYou now stood there in front of his desk, flipping through the files of all his clients. You were slouched over, your back and legs ached from the days work. Sweat beaded on your face and neck from the humidity of the summer heat in the old warehouse.
Bendy noticed how you struggled to remain upright. He felt sorry for you, you work so hard, too hard in his opinion. He stood from his chair.
"Sweetheart you're exhausted, take a seat and relax a minute" he beckoned, gesturing his chair.
"Oh thank you sir, but I couldn't. It wouldn't be appropriate" you declined straightening your posture.
Your knee buckled and he swooped you up immediately, taking you over to the chair.
"I wasn't asking doll. Now, since you wanna be stubborn about it, I guess we're gonna do this my way~" he smirked sitting down.....with you in his lap.
Aware, aware, you stalk your prey
With criminal mentality
You sink your teeth into the people you depend on
Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem
YOU ARE READING
BABTQFTIM SONGFIC ONESHOTS
FanfictionAs 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...