The Beast Made of Ink

Chapter 27: The Unconscious

-Your P.O.V.-

You had reached a strange statue, similar to the one that you had seen back at the entrance to the music department. It was a ginormous stone statue of the little devil himself, which unnerved you to no end. Whenever you got close to the thing, the stone almost seemed to speak to you in its disturbing and hushed whispers. You hated standing by it, but considering the shallow rectangle lake of ink ahead of you, the stone statue seemed much safer considering what you had all learned about the little darlin' today. You needed to catch your breath, and this place seemed... safer compared to the pile of that cursed black substance.

"Well, he most likely traveled through his ink portals to arrive here, pseudo teleportation if you will..." Sammy's words just minutes prior echoed through your head, sending a shiver up your spine.

"I am never walking through that fucking ink EVER again" You said aloud to nobody in annoyance.

Then, with that final sentence, you made your way down the opposing path to the one you just came from, and to your horror, misty-like ink splatters had formed throughout the room.

"What the-" Confused at the sight, you shot your head back to find the source of the change. There, standing 8 feet tall, in the center of that fucking lake of ink that you just knew was a bad omen, was a very familiar demon who was quickly approaching you as his gloved hand was reached out, ready to grasp your form.

Your eyes widening, adrenaline immediately kicked into your system as you bolted down the hallway, curving around the ink stained sepia as all you could hear was the footsteps of both you and your pursuer which seemed to echo in the cavern like studio.

Just as you made your first turn, you had managed to lose your footing thanks to the piles of ink now flooding the floors.

"SHITSHITSHITSHIT!" You screamed as your body slid down the path of ink and straight into the wall.

The last thing you saw before passing out was the hovering face of the ink demon's mere inches from your own.

-Bendy's P.O.V.-

That was indeed an unexpected turn of events.

Bendy had planned on meeting up with the girl, the reasons as to why are impossible to say. The whole situation with Sammy had made the ink demon lose his temper, and he wasn't thinking as he made the decisions that he did. Its admittedly quite easy for the inky demon to lose his sanity.

He completely forgot how scared his human would be if she saw him. After all, the first time they met, he was chasing her and then shoved her down a hole! The second time they met, they talked through a door. A door! Obviously she has no clue that it was him that she was talking to (or she knew and was still scared, fucking Sammy). The third time they met, he had saved her. But it's not like she knew that it was him who had done the rescuing! He was in his beast form after all. 

And now, their fourth meet was this. His human running away in fear as she just did a slip 'n slide into the wall and passed out. The fear that she felt before passing out must've been terrible. Regret filled it's way into Bendy's inky chest at the thought of his innocent and pure human being so scared. So scared of him.

Now, Bendy had two (reasonable) options. One was that he could leave her here in the pile of ink near the wall. Waking up unharmed by the ink demon and in the same position would probably help her be calmer, but who knows if she needs medical attention or not? Bendy is not a doctor, much less a human. He may understand some aspects of humanity and the human body, but certainly not all of them. Which leads Bendy to his second option, carry the human down to the place where Boris had originally found Henry. There's no telling when or if Boris would find her, but the wolf, knowing him, will probably smell the human, and will decide to try and find the source. Out of the cartoon trio, Boris is the only one that has been kept sane, and with being sane, Boris had also continued to be kind.

Bendy is still quite apprehensive about the mute Boris. According to Joey's words all those years ago, "Boris's soul will be lost in limbo forever if we don't find his voice." What Joey had meant... that is still very unclear to Bendy. To Bendy though, that Boris is NOT Boris, just another clone. A Boris clone, and that's all he'll ever be.

However, nonetheless, the Boris clone would be able to help Y/N.

With Bendy's decision made, he crouched his inky form back down to the laying flat human girl, whose eyebrows were scrunched up in pain. Bendy reached his arms out to pick up the small and fragile human, but had to stop himself midway as realization hit him like a brick to the head.

He had never actually carried anybody, nor had he ever truly touched Y/N. Yeah, he touched her when he shoved her down the hole, but he pushed her back, and she had that huge shirt on. Now though, she has only her camisole on and her pant legs rolled up, meaning that Bendy will have to touch her bare skin, something that he has never done to a human. Well, something he's never done to a human with no homicidal intentions.

The thought of touching skin with no bad intentions was already a whole other world of its own, but what makes Bendy even more nervous is that the human he will be touching is not just any human... It's Y/N. And without her permission as well.

That unidentifiable feeling that Bendy had felt back when Y/N had patted his cut-out's head flooded its way back into his chest as the demon began to try and take deep breaths. His ink felt oddly warm and drippy, making it hard for Bendy to solidify it as to not cause anymore stains on the girls already ruined clothing. However, the ink being had managed to do so, and pushing through all his fears, Bendy picked the human girl up.

Securing her shoulders between his hand and chest, Bendy brought the girl close to his inky form as to not drop her. The back of her bare knees were draped across Bendy's opposing arm, as Bendy managed to curl his glove-less hand and forearm upwards, as to not let her legs slip out of the hold. The demon was carrying her "bridal style", so to speak. The ink being made sure not to put too much strength into his grasp in fear of accidentally hurting or harming her.

Then, with a small shake of his head, Bendy managed to clear some of the ink out of his eyes so he could get a better look at her.

Her lips were parted as she heaved small, dry breaths, while her eyebrows are now less scrunched compared to before. Her H/C hair was tangled yet unstained from the ink, and the red marks that she had on her face are noticeably darker. Her cheeks and nose are flushed in a light pink, and a red mark was beginning to form on her forehead.

Bendy's breath hitched all over again at the sight of her, at the sight of this perfect human in his arms. She was so light and fragile, and her form was so small and cute compared to the massive demons own. He couldn't help but wonder how easy it would be to carry her in his Beast Form. He could easily hold her in his hand, or she could sleep on his arm if he folded it up like a chair!

Bendy shook his head back and forth to snap out of his day-dreaming. The humans warmth had begun to seep into the demon, making a shiver of pleasure crawl up the inky monsters spine at the heat. However, Bendy was quick to note that she was still cold, for a human at least. They're supposed to be at 98.6 degrees, and her body warmth is certainly not at that. As if on instinct, Bendy had decided to warm his ink up just a little for her. It took energy for him to change his ink, but it was entirely possible. Bendy is the Demon made entirely of ink, naturally, he can manipulate it. That includes its temperature.

With a gentleness that the ink demon didn't know he held, Bendy had began to walk down the hall with Y/N in his arms. The walk was a slow one, and Bendy's eyes were completely transfixed on the girl in his grasp the entire time. To the ink being, the time wasn't long enough, for a few minutes later, Bendy had reached the infamous door which had locked him out from his prey all that time ago. Passing the said door, Bendy made his way into another room, a sign saying "Lift" directly in front of him.

With much reluctance, the demon slowly and gently laid the human down onto the ground, in the center of the said room.

Then, with one final glance, Bendy left Y/N.

-??? P.O.V.-

He was making his daily rounds around the massive studio, when a quiet groan had managed to snap him out of his thoughts.

Looking over, the sight in front of the being was a shock to say the least. There, passed out on the ground, was what looked to be a human female that was obviously injured. With no hesitation, the kind former cartoon scooped the human up in his arms and carried her back to his hideout.