The Beast Made of Ink

Chapter 55: The Avoidance

-Your P.O.V.-

Somehow, you had did it.

Somehow, you had managed to convince Alice that you cannot kill.

Now fully out of Alice's lair, your shaky legs continued to mindlessly walk on autopilot to the elevator, since according to Alice, there is no other way to get to your final task. At the moment, sweat was permeating across your face and body as you breathed in and out your labored and shaky breaths. The panic attack from earlier was still lingering heavily in your entire being, but you needed to forget and focus. This ideology that you were trying to hang on to however was not helpful, as the insecurities towards your Grunkle were still weighing you down heavily and ferociously. It felt like Alice had managed to shove her hand into your chest, wrapping each of her inky claws around your organ as she then proceeded to tear it out, leaving a gaping and sore hole behind. You felt like a part of your Grunkle had been stolen. A part of you had been stolen.

You have always known that if push came to shove, your Grunkle would hurt somebody. But to kill somebody? And not just one somebody, but a multitude of somebodies? That thought terrified you. Hell, it scared the shit out of you! For your Grunkle, your sweet and perfect Grunkle to do something so monstrous, an- "No Y/N, you need to focus. Not now." You had begun to mutter on repeat under your breath, cutting off your train of thoughts instantly. This montage of yours was seeming to work, as you soon found your mind drifted away from your panic attack and instead focusing back onto the Angel's words.

Apparently, according to Alice at least, you need to go down to level 14 in order to collect five ink hearts. After freaking out to her, asking if the ink hearts were real or not (which she responded to you with an "I don't know, ask your demon pet."), she had given you a tool in which she calls a tommy gun. Apparently it's your new weapon! A fucking gun! How perfect is that for a pacifist like yourself? Once again, a mentally sarcastic thanks to your father.

Finally making it to the elevator, with an annoyed sigh, you pressed the button. After waiting for a few minutes, you watched in slight joy and great anticipation as Boris came up from below, the ancient machine ringing in notification as the gated entryway managed to slide itself open.

"Boris!" You gasped in glee, running up to the wolf and wrapping your arms around his tall and slender frame. For some reason, you just felt so utterly happy and relieved to see him again. Maybe it was because of your panic attack, or maybe it's because to you, he is the greatest thing around these parts, but interacting with Boris again, this sweet 'ol cartoon wolf? Your chest couldn't help but swell.

His hesitant wiry arms which were floating awkwardly above your form soon became firm poles as he embraced you back, snout hovering over your shoulder. You couldn't help but dig your head deeper into his inky chest, relieved for the physical contact. However, to you're dismay, you knew you had to end the hug. You needed to give Bendy an update on the situation.

So, separating yourself from your comfort, you let go of Boris, making him automatically do the same.

"I gotta go buddy. I'll be back though, alright?" In response, Boris nodded his head up and down, ears flopping as he did so. After giving him a friendly pat on his shoulder, you began your search.

.........

Wandering for nearly half an hour, you had finally managed to find the demon on floor 11. Seemingly spotting you, the lanky ink demon immediately approached you, stopping only a few inches away from touching your body. Feeling slightly uncomfortable due to lack of personal space, you cleared your throat and took half a step back. Now able to bend your head back, you met the demons eyes with a smile. "Hey Bendy. Feels like it has been a while, huh?"

A small rattle was your response, most likely coming from a nearby pipe. The little ol' devil darlin', unlike the pipe, was perfectly silent and still. God, even though you and him are still working together, his stature and lack of socialization really can throw you off. Hey, at least you are both taking steps in the right direction to make things more comfortable. Clearing your throat once more, you brought your eyes up to where knowingly his would be. "Anyhow, I talked with Alice, an-" You begun, but had to cut yourself short, for before you knew it, the demon was circling you, eyeing your body in every visible area. Confusion soon clicked into awareness as you managed to figure out that he was simply checking you for injuries like he did after you dealt with Striker. In this examination however, he sniffed you.

Huffing in dissatisfaction, the demon pulled away from you, invisa-eyes glaring down. "What did she do?" He questioned you, making you grow stiff. "W-what do yo-" "You reek of fear." He cut in as a matter of factly.

Now at first, you had considered denying his claim, but what good would that do? This guy would know you were lying instantly, since you do apparently smell like fear. Who knew that fear was a scent?

So, with a sigh, you told Bendy of what happened with Alice. After all, you can only avoid things for so long.