The Beast Made of Ink

Chapter 32: The Soup

-Your P.O.V.-

You slammed your hands down onto the antique wooden table, making Boris shoot his head over at you.

"Boris..." You said his name in a stern voice, making the cartoon eyes widen.

"I need to leave. This place... If I stay any longer, then i'm gonna die buddy."

The wolf's wide eyes immediately became considerate slits once you had finished your sentence. At the moment, it almost seemed like he was staring straight through you, making a shiver crawl down your spine. However, you refused to break eye contact. There were some things that needed to be said, and like hell you're backing out.

After what felt like hours, Boris sighed then gave you a hesitant nod of his head, making you give him a tight lipped smile in return. Although you should feel happy, you still felt bad that you would be leaving the clearly lonely wolf behind. You couldn't, you wouldn't...

"Buddy! Why don't you escape with me?" You asked, with clear determination in your peepers. This seemed to make the wolf falter back, and to your shock, after only a few seconds, the cartoon merely shook his head back and forth, eyes closed as he did this.

"But... Why? Why would you wish to stay here? Do you... Do you want to stay here?" With your question, Boris shook his head back and forth in the same manner that he did prior, making your confusion even more evident on your features. Before you could even ask the wolf another question, he held one of his digits up and walked away. When he came back, he held a sheet of paper in his hands that you have seen quite a few times around your journey in the studio.

"BENDY IN

"SHEEP SONGS!"

PRESENTED IN SILLYVISION

with BORIS
the Wolf!"

Is what the poster had read. On the poster showed a cartoon Boris that appeared to be holding what you assumed was a clarinet. Musical notes and sheet music lines with notes on them were in the background, creating an overall cheery vibe.

After examining the poster, you looked back up at Boris, and when you saw his face, you had finally registered what he meant to tell you but was unable to do so.

"I belong in the studio"

Your eyebrows knitted together in concern with the wolfs unsaid words. You desperately wanted to change his mind, to tell him that he could go anywhere that he wanted! But really, you knew that he was right. Where in the world would they accept him or any of the other kind ink creatures in the studio, like Sammy for instance? If people saw them and told the police, what do you think would happen? The government? Military? Area 51? And imagine the experiments that would be done on these guys.

It's not like Sammy wanted to be turned into an ink monster, from your understanding, according to Sammy, the entire situation is Joeys fault! Including the creation of the so called "monster" Bendy.

Your eyes widened in realization yet again as you finally had registered something very very important, something that you had never thought of thanks to your fear and confusion towards the literal ink demon.

Bendy had never asked to be created.

Sammy told you while telling his story of his life that Joey had created the ink beings himself out of his own accord. How can a creature that had never existed prior be able to consent to be born? That's impossible. Joey... Joey is the true monster of this studio. Not Bendy or any of the other ink beings, but Joey himself. Sure, Bendy is definitely not somebody with good intentions towards anybody, but he wasn't born like this. Nobody is born like this. Even psychopaths and sociopaths are capable of making their own decisions, and they can lead completely normal lives if they so wish. In other words, Joey could be a complete psychopath or sociopath, and even then that would not explain the reasons as to why he had chosen the path of destruction like he had. The same goes for Bendy. There may be reasoning for their actions, but there is no excuse that either of them could make towards their decisions. Feelings of hurt cannot justify harming others. The issue is that neither of them had ever known these facts that you believe in from the bottom of your heart. They never took the time to learn them. They're all just...

"Ignorant..." You muttered under your breath, causing Boris's downcast eyes to shoot up and meet your fallen own in confusion. From his reaction, you had snapped out of your own trance with a slight blush of embarrassment to your face along with a wave of your hands.

"Sorry for startling you Boris! I was just thinking about the studio is all, and I guess I said a part of my thoughts out loud, haha..." You laughed as you rubbed the back of your head sheepishly.

Boris nodded his own head in understanding towards your words, then he walked back to the chair and sat down at it, his banjo by the musical canines side.

"Well, are you ready to head out?" You asked the wolf, and in response, he shook his head back and forth. Before you could ask any questions, Boris had handed you a can of the expired soup, making a small smile grow on your face.

"I can't believe you can eat this stuff!" You said with a laugh.

Looking back up at Boris with a tender and adoring expression, you smiled as you spoke.

"Alright buddy. I'll make you some soup then we can head out."

You then walked off to find two more cans of soup, knowing full well that one can would not be enough for your large companion.