Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Loud ringing fills your ears, loud enough to pry your eyes open to find the source of the sound. It was quite difficult to, the world you've opened your eyes seemed blurry, dim.

Bleak.

"I have to admit. You were knocked out for so long, I thought for a moment you wouldn't wake up . ."

He paused for moment, allowing you to adjust your eyesight to finally see him clearly. He could tell when you could, smiling devilishly as he watched you widen your eyes at him in horror. First, Henry's eyes, now your's.

He couldn't get enough of the rush of sinful power he got when he saw each little sheep so . . helpless.

" . . my little sheep."

You visibly shuddered, unable to look away from the permanent pie-shaped eyes on the masked man's face. This was all a nightmare. Surely, it should be. Anytime would be a great time to wake up.

Despite your alarmed state of mind, you kept a calm composure, not wanting your captor to see you weak and helpless.

"Well, I have to admit. The mask is a nice touch. You should probably change those suspenders, though. You might want to go with a cleaner look --"

      Apparently, sassing your captor is not the most brilliant idea. He quickly gripped your chin tightly, practically feeling like he could leave fingerprint bruises there.

"Enough of your silly antics!" He hissed directly in your face, before softening his grip slightly. A moment passed, and a low chuckle emitted from his inky throat. The velvety, smooth sound returned to his melodic voice. An inky hand relaxed, moving up to cup your cheek. The rhythmic movement of his thumb rubbing your cheek seemed to be sickeningly tender. It took every ounce of your being to not move, knowing fully well that if you moved away from him at all, he could easily change his mind in sparing your life at the moment.

"Now," He murmured intimately against your ear before leaning back to tower over you once again in his full, lanky form. "A little sheep mustn't speak out of turn."

"As I was saying before my little sheep so rudely interrupted me, I fully intend to sacrifice you soon. I must admit, I believe my lord will be very happy when he sees you." He stopped talking and leaned over to your eye level and grinned behind his mask. "You are quite a stunning little sheep."

That was when you drew the line. Whoever this -- thing -- thinks he is, you weren't going to let him get the last laugh, let alone flirt with you like that.

Taking a deep breath, you looked directly at the inky form in front of you, thinking of anything smart enough to get you ideally out of your current situation. That's when a prominent question crossed your mind.

It's worth a shot to ask, don't you think?

"Quick question for the shepherd though," you prefaced, daring to look at the mask with a raised brow. You left it up to the being to give you permission to speak further. You knew he would take the bait. Nobody -- not even an ink monster -- can resist a burning question.

Just as you expected, your captor sighed and crouched down to get at your level. You didn't expect him to get so uncomfortably close to you, reaching to caress your cheek once more. "You may speak, my darling little sheep," he replied back with the same gentle tone.

You cleared your throat and took a moment to think of the right words to say. "Well. You say that you worship a lord, right?" You looked to him and he gave a loving hum in response. You tried not to shiver at the creepy mask smiling at you and continued. "Then don't you have other people that worship this lord, or is it just you?"

He let out a sigh, impatient but willing to humor your last thoughts before his lord came for his lovely sacrifice. "Well yes. There are many of us scattered in the building. I am his prophet, and I am honored with such --"

"Right yes," you interrupted quickly. "but why aren't they all here? Shouldn't you have more people . . you know . . in this pentagram reciting some chant or something?"

Now he was getting more impatient, his little sheep daring to interrupt their shepherd like that. Still, he nodded along. "They are hiding from our lord. For our lord is mighty and will save us from other dangers lurking in this place. He will save us and return our bodies --!!"

You were growing tired of this man's endless preaching and continued to interrupt him. "Right. If that's the case, how can he tell if he's killing other monsters or killing you and other followers?" The look in his eyes said everything.

That was it. You crossed the line. Everything is going according to your plan.

He gripped your cheek once again, harder than before. "If I were you, I would keep your mouth shut," He snarled, all forms of love from the creature towards you now gone.

You were bold enough to shake off his grip, needing to speak once more. "Think about it, man. How do you know he is going to save you? If I learned anything about cults, it's that the deities cults worship feed off of their followers' fear of them." You've clearly read this from the internet and in the library, but he doesn't need to know that. "If I didn't know any better, he could kill me, sure. But . ." you glared him down, triumphant in winning your debate. ". . he could kill you as well."

Eyes widened in disbelief and shock, the inky creature moved away from you. He only had a few minutes before his lord and savior came into this room to receive his sacrifice. But . . something about this little sheep convinced him to really ponder on what they said. How can he really tell that Bendy would save him from his inky body? He could be just as clueless as he was on finding a way out of this Hell, since Joey technically did this to the both of them. To all of them.

Looking at his sheep, smirking smugly and tied up, he contemplated at the possibility that this newcomer could possibly have an idea of a way out.

Henry couldn't do it, and put all of them in a loop.

Maybe it would be his little sheep that could break the loop and free them at last.

Hearing the familiar thumping above him, he acted out of instinct and rushed over to untie you. You, of course, expected it the moment the being actually contemplated your words. You tried not to be too cocky as you can also hear what should be the supposed "lord" that this man had wanted to sacrifice you to.

"Don't rush to thank me," he growled sarcastically as he watched you rush to grab your belongings. Rolling your eyes, you extended your hand, silently commanding him to lead you both to a safe place to hide from the demon.

"Thank you. Now can you please hurry and--"

"I'm on it! Ungrateful sheep," he snarled before grabbing your wrist tightly. He practically dragged you through the door and down the hall. You tried not to look back as you could hear the demonic roar of the "lord" growing louder behind you. Just when you thought you could feel the creature breathing down your neck, the man quickly pulled you in front of him and slammed the door shut in front of the creature. Acting quickly, you took the large, wooden plank and sealed the door shut.

Unable to breathe, you practically collapsed onto your captor-turned-companion, finally realizing the pain shooting all over your tired and aching body. While you were relieved to be alive, your companion was more annoyed with the fact that he had to save you AND take you to safety to care for your wounds.

Nevertheless, the inky man trudged along the empty hall and set your weakened body to rest against a stack of barrels on the floor. Finally able to rest as well, he slid down the wall, sitting right next to you. The two of you stayed silent for a moment, a silent exchange between the two of you of mutual respect.

The silent moment was interrupted when a singular can rolled across the area in which the two of you sat. Your companion was quick to stand in a defensive position, ready to strike with his axe.

Come out, I know you're hiding behind there," you called out to the unknown intruder.

At your command, a being emerged from around the corner, hesitantly looking at the two of you. You were confused as to what it was, but it looked to be some sort of cartoon.

"Boris?" Your companion said in surprise. The cartoon seemed to nod in response.

Clearly introductions are in order.

"This is Boris . ." your companion introduced to you before trailing off. Right. He never did ask for your name.

"(Y/n)."

"Right."

"And yours?"

" . . . Sammy. Sammy Lawrence."

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A/n : Side note: I intend to have the same format for other characters and the reader one shots. It is like mini stories in the oneshots so each character has multiple chapters with the reader with their designated plots. I will still accept requests from people and will also let you guys know in the title when I'm writing a one shot that doesn't have to do with the plots. I hope this isn't confusing! Love you guys! K.