The Beast Made of Ink

Chapter 52: The Hate

A/N: Sorry for not having anything ready on Wednesday. I literally had no energy whatsoever due to being sick, and once I had gotten better, I ended up having an ass-load of work I needed to get done. As apology, I made sure to make this chapter... Extra satisfying.

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-Your P.O.V.-

His fingers...

Who knew they could be so cold.

Ink was dripping from his face onto your cheek, his chest heaving up and down in uneven labors as his hand was further wrapped around your thin and delicate neck. It was terrifying to see just how large his hand was in comparison to your body, and how it only took one for all of his fingers to perfectly fit around you like a collar.

A collar of death.

His smile was stretched to unimaginable lengths, each and every one of his teeth seeming to glisten in the light. Then they slowly parted, semi-clear saliva stretching from his parting bones like strings until they broke off with an inaudible snap. And that tongue.... That long, black, and clearly slimy tongue that had a spiked tip. Easily a foot or more long, it lolled out of his mouth like a yo-yo as it stopped just above your chest. And, as you waited for your death to come, you soon found that it didn't.

His hand was only wrapped around your neck. There was pressure, and it did somewhat hurt, but it was far from suffocating. To your utter confusion, he wasn't choking you. As you were attempting to figure the puzzle out, something utterly extraordinary happened.

His ink cleared from his eyes.

You could feel your jaw drop as his ink had parted from his face like hair, exposing soft and expression-filled black pie-cut peepers that stared intensely into your own. Unlike his perma-grin, these eyes... they showed so much emotion. Arched in pain and watered in grief, confused from anger and seeming to stare at the present and past simultaneously.

You hurt him. But more than that, intentional or not, Henry, your precious Grunkle, had hurt Bendy even more, and Bendy hated him for it.

Hurt can be such an irrational thing, you should know that, and sometimes people can hate other people for no justified cause or reason. Hate and hurt are such unique things in the sense that sometimes you don't even need to do anything in order to cause harm to someone. You knew your Grunkle, and you knew that he would never intentionally harm someone unless if he was required to do so. And you can definitely admit that the reason why you immediately became so defensive over your Grunkle is because he's your family. But who knows what Henry was like when he was younger, who knows what he has done in the past? And this studio? Well, you've come to learn that this studio tends to have plenty of fucked up beings with fucked up pasts and issues that expand as big as the fucking circumference of the earth. Why should Bendy be exempt from any of this? Why would your Grunkle?

You made a mistake for yelling at Bendy. As irrational as they may be, any and all emotions that one feels are completely justified.

Feeling lost and not being able to have any of the right words to say or comfort him, you simply had decided to stay laying on the ground, your oh so familiar E/C eyes staring into Bendy's hurt own.

You couldn't help but think about how Bendy must be in so much pain. All those years alone and lost, un-comforted and nobody accepting him in the studio...