Bendy took Henry back to his lair, making a mental note as to keep an eye on the human, so he doesn't escape again. Bendy looked down at the shivering blur in his arms. Poor little human. Bendy could practically smell his fear. It was delicious, but Bendy ignored it at the moment.
Henry wasn't one of the ones who'd tortured him. He was a demon, he punished the ones who had wronged him, not the innocents. Henry hadn't done anything, so Bendy wasn't going to hurt or punish him. He felt bad for what he'd already done to the man, though.
He carried the human up to his throne, sitting down with the throne with Henry in his lap, rearranging the ink so the lower half of his body was covered in ink, pinning the human to his lap. Henry let out a little cry, voice fearful. Bendy immediately hugged him, trying to calm him.
"Shh... Your okay little one." He whispered reassurances, the same way he had when he'd found Henry curled in that closet. "It's okay.... I won't hurt you, Henry. I promise." Bendy kept his voice gentle, though he knew Henry couldn't hear him.
He tried to get his message across by gently rubbing Henry's back, but he didn't think the human understood. Henry was clearly frightened. His body shook under Bendy's claws. Why does Joey want you dead, Henry?
Bendy shifted so Henry was curled up on the comfy chair, ink draped around him like a blanket. "You've been running for so long." Bendy whispered softly. "It's time you relaxed, and just rested." He liked to talk to Henry, even if the human couldn't understand him.
Henry shivered, pressing himself against the chair, as far away from Bendy as possible. Bendy let it slide, he could still feel the human through the ink. Try to comfort him that way. Before long, Henry had fallen into an uneasy sleep. Bendy let himself melt into the ink, curling around Henry and almost completely covering him in ink. The only part of him that wasn't was his face.
Bendy cuddled with him, now that he was sleeping his body was more relaxed, less tense. It would be so easy to take him now, to infect him completely with the ink and take control. But something made him hesitate.
Bendy assumed it was the fact that Henry hadn't actually done anything to him. There was no way he actually felt anything for the human personally, he was a demon for crying out loud! And a top-tear one as well, before he'd been reborn into this cartoon form.
Though the cartoon itself was oddly similar to his actual form. Same horns, eyes, ink markings. The only thing that was slightly different was the shape of his head, which wasn't a perfect circle like the cartoon. His actual body was more like a tall human than the cartoon depiction. It was almost... eerie, how similar the cartoon was to him.
Bendy stayed where he was, drowsing. Being a demon, he didn't actually sleep, but he did like to rest. He enjoyed curling around the human, feeling their heartbeat and their breathing, in and out. In and out. It was fascinating; Bendy had no heart and didn't need to breathe either, being made of ink.
Humans were so fragile, so easy to break. It usually fascinated him, but now it made him slightly anxious. He wasn't really sure why, though. Shrugging the feeling off, Bendy drowsed, enjoying the feel of Henry inside his ink.
Maybe he didn't need to restart the loop...
Deep inside the studio, things were changing. The walls that had trapped the souls inside the loop failed, and the exit was forced open.
On that busy street in New York, the old abandoned studio stood silently, a bruise on the otherwise bright street. The building was condemned, boarded up windows and doors glaring out at the world. No one was really sure why the building was still there, or who owned it. People had tried to demolish it, but every time, something strange happened.
The paperwork would disappear, or the check would bounce. The demolition equipment would malfunction. Three contractors had disappeared, and rumor was that anyone who entered never returned. Every year, on the same date, a young woman would come to the building, and sit on the bench in front of it, gazing up at the condemned building.
Sometimes she'd hear noises, and shudder at memories she will never share with anyone. Memories involving fear and a strange, inky creature. Death. She was there when the building's main entrance mysteriously cracked open.
The loop had been broken open.
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Drowning (A BATIM fanfic)
FanficHenry Stein was trapped in a loop. He'd lost track of how long, and was tired of doing the same thing over and over. He couldn't even bring himself to run from Bendy anymore Bendy was attracted to movement. He thought he knew every face in Joey Drew...