BAB:QFTIM- Oneshot Book

Bendystraw- Secrets

God, this is out of the blue. I haven't updated in months. I haven't read anything related to QFTIM in probably a year. I dont know if theres been any updates to the comic since then. I forgot a lot of details in the comic. I cant even remember what all I wrote about in my story. However, I saw that this book has 30.6k views, and like... 500(? I think) votes. I am absolutely astounded. Which is why I'm writing another shitty thingy-ma-jig so here yall go yeehaw.

-----(Cuphead's POV)

Everyone in my group, I loved dearly. My brother, my friends, Felix, and so on... However, there's something I can't tell them. And theres somebody else in my group that experiences the same issue as I. It's not that I do not trust my friends-they were like family to me- but I was afraid of their reactions.

Bendy and I have been in a secret relationship for a few months now. Homophobia is extremely common in this day. I have no clue as to how my brother or Boris or Felix will react. Bendy and I do not want the public, or anybody we do not trust to know. It is not unheard of for someone to be assassinated or assaulted for being gay.

The night we confessed, on a quiet remote part of a cliff while the others gathered fire-starters in the thick wood, we ended up leaning over and crying into each others shoulders, yearning for the touch that we will not be able to experience often- and we knew so. We knew the dangers of our relationship, and along with our confession, we agreed to never let anyone know of our love until... later on.

As time passed, it grew harder to keep our secret. After not having much contact, it is expected for a couple's love to die out. However, mine only grew stronger. And I wanted to cry in frustration sometimes- to scream or sob or punch something, but I had to stick to our agreement. Until we found a the pieces for the Ink Machine, we have to keep the group together. We all need each other, and any splits in the group will cause choas, and potential harm.

Currently, I lay in my tent while the others sit in their own. My brother softly snores behind me, only a few feet away. I turn my back to him and allow silent tears to trickle down my face.

-----(Bendy's POV)

I cannot stand it. We see each other every day, yet I still feel the desire to be with him. I'm tired of seeing him behind a mask of lies. I want to see the true him. The him that looks at me with a look in his eyes that tells me that everything will be fine- that I will be okay. A look that makes me feel a powerful surge of love every passing second. I'm tired of hiding everything from the people I love most, but Cups and I know have our reasons and we will stick to them until we find the Ink Machine.

I think about him every night, imagining being free with him after this whole ordeal. I always find myself snuggling into my sleeping bag and pretending it's his warmth I'm nuzzling into. Like now. I grab the edge of the sleeping bag and pull it up to my neck. I imagine it being his hands traveling my body while he smiles at me lovingly. Tears pricked my eyes, and before I could wipe them, they flow down my cheeks and pitter-patter onto my pillow.

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I might make part 2 later. I would do it now but I am soooooo super tired and I cant keep my eyes open. Which is why this is so short and filled with so many mistakes.