The Beast Made of Ink

Chapter 54: The Panic

-Bendy's P.O.V.-

"She must be talking to Alice Angel." The demon thought to himself with a sigh as he leaned farther back into his throne chair, bottom beginning to slide off in the process. Bendy, as much as he may hate to admit it, is, well... totally enraptured with Y/N. 

His head, which has been trying to hate her and avoid her and despise her has just seemed to give up. He cannot deny it anymore, cannot deny HIS human, and the fact that she's just so simply... wonderful. Kind. Pure. Innocent. Honest. And truly perfect, it's just really hard to deny his interest in her. Really, it's just so strange to him. For some reason, for some odd reason, after all of the time the ink demon has spent with Y/N, for some odd reason, he cannot bring himself to hate her for being related to Henry. And Bendy didn't understand why. He's a demon, a being that holds grudges. So why can't he hold a grudge against Y/N? To not hold a grudge on Y/N feels so wrong, and yet so right. 

And her warmth... 

When the demon had his human in his arms, seated into his lap as his purposely warmed and solidified ink wrapped further around that untainted S/C skin, it just all seemed so right. She was safe in his arms, locked away from the outside world and placed in the safest place possible in the studio. Placed in Bendy's hands. He could feel how Y/N leaned into him, happy to feel his warmth and the safety that came with it. And Bendy... Well Bendy was very comfortable himself. With that fragile and small girl in his arms, Bendy felt like a dragon guarding his treasure, a treasure more important than the ink being himself. It made him happy, content, and satisfied. And there was something inside Bendy's empty chest... something that seemed to race only to then settle... 

He just couldn't understand it. Understand why. 

.........

-Your P.O.V.-

"Alice!" By your yell, the gate behind you slammed shut, trapping you inside the Angel's playpen. 

"What are you doing Y/N~? Shouldn't you be putting your tool away so you can begin the next task~?" The Angel gave a sing-song to you, an undeniable edge in that sweet tone of hers. 

"Because i'm not doing the next task, Alice." You hissed, clear venom in your tone. "Oh?" She questioned, "And why is that?" 

"I'm not killing anybody."

A tense silence settled into the air, only for Alice to break off this silence with an angelic laugh. 

"What do you mean you aren't killing anybody? Silly Y/N. I know you consider me and the other disgusting beings down here as living, but come on! Even Henry murdered dozens upon dozens of them!" 

...

Henry did? Your Grunkle? 

Your blood ran cold as you stood there, color draining from the entirety of your face at Alice's words. Your body felt hot and cold at the same time, and your shaking was getting so bad to the point that you felt as if there was an earthquake in the room. Your breathing had become uneven, and before you knew it, your knees were on the ground as you were heavily hyperventilating with cold sweat pouring down your skin. 

This was bad. 

This was really bad. 

You're having a panic attack in front of your enemy.