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[Warning : Lime. Don't worry, you'll be warned again when the part comes]

"My creator, the cherishes and sustainers of my world. Give me this day my daily pleasure, as I give to those who seek pleasure from me."

A slender figure slumped against the wall, feeling the bumps of the archaic wood-chip wallpaper dig through his arched back. The horrific Inky Creature, wearing old overall and a Bendy mask, was what used to be Sammy Lawrence.
In his iron grip was a can of bacon soup that he grew to hate with each day. Lawrence didn't bother to even taste food anymore - he simply lost the satisfaction of being a human.

Sammy had a lot of work in front of him. He had to fix some Boris prototypes and escape from Alice's tantrums, as it was order by none other than Miss (Y/n). Unfortunately for him, the man felt stiff, and broken. Looking back at the can of bacon soup, Lawrence decided to eat a little before the Ink Demon finds him. A small lunch break for himself.

"It... shouldn't hurt." - thought the poor man.

With one violent gulp, the moment the food contacted with his throat his stomach felt like the bag in a set of bag-pipes being vigorously squeezed. With a heaving lurch of his stomach, a small mouthful of bile dribbled from his quivering lips as he was forced to spit out the bacon soup he just tasted. The substance tasted horrible for Sammy Lawrence - his taste buds and throat couldn't even recognize the food. Sammy continued viciously coughing up puke.

"No no no," he murmured ; "why... it hurts, it hurts..."

The sobbing continued. A (your-height) shadow stood quietly out of sight, sadly contemplating.

"Belief can make you Succeed. Belief can make you rich!"

"and you! Yes you, little Miss (L/n)! You were no good for this place from the beginning."

"Sammy NO!"

Visions and images of different voices and figures danced within the Adult Man's head. As light spots flashed within his eyes, Henry grunted under his breath and opened his eyes.

The paralyzing pain spread through Henry's body. He clenched his fists as he hesitantly rose up from the ground. He noticed his feet were trembling. His legs twitched, fighting the impulse to whirl around and sprint down that damp, shadowed corridor; his throat closed in threat of screaming.

'Ugh, oh my head, What happened?' he thought.

Confusingly, The Man realized he passed out after falling from the first floor - that probably explains the pain flowing through his legs. Henry rubbed his forehead, this wasn't supposed to happen. The image of the inky monster launching at him still haunted his mind. Henry rose up in alarm - he should move on, is that monster still chasing him?

Taking a good look around, Henry noticed he stood in a small room with a huge dry pentagram in a middle, the candle lights were his only source of light. Weird wooden coffins leaned on the wall, making this room even more unsettling.

"Well, I guess there's only one thing to do : press on. See if I can find a way out."

Grabbing an axe nearby, he collected all his confidence and courage to continue down the hallway. Henry swiftly swung his axe at the wooden planks that blocked his way. And so, the Man headed to his next destination, unaware of the loving and caring shadowy eyes that observed him from afar.

" Be careful. "

Boris sat around, fiddling with his banjo per usual. Alice has been more aggressive as of late, therefore he tried to stay away from her as far as possible. It truly shatters him to realize that Alice has changed dramatically - he really adored her.

Trying to reflect on his sadness, Boris played some notes every now and then without any care. At least he still has his Old pal Bendy and Miss (L/n), right?

"Hmm... Boris? Buddy, you here?"

Speaking of the Lady, The oh so familiar voice of the Female Animator rang through the hallway followed by her light footsteps. Boris' ears perked up like a puppy, getting up from his seat, he took his banjo to welcome (Y/n) to indicate that he is, in fact, right over here.

"Oh, there you are! I just heard the music instrument, so I thought that you could be here." - (y/n) spoke with a smile as she ruffled the top of Boris' head. The Wolf cheerfully nodded his head, happy to see (Y/n) accompanying him at his saddest moments. The female giggled at his goofy reaction, as she sat down next to Boris and his Banjo.

"Listen... Boris? I need your help." - (y/n)'s smile slowly faded away, as she spoke slower with an evident hint of seriousness. Boris' response was of tilting his head in curiosity. "I know it's odd, but please, You have to act carefully on this one."

Nodding in agreement, the Wolf's full attention was directed towards Miss (L/n)'s next word.

"Alright...Boris, I need you to meet Henry."

Boris's eyes widened in shock, is he hearing this correctly?

"Yes, Yes, calm down. Hear me out. Henry is probably on his way out there - he will arrive to this workshop again. And I have a plan... but in order to succeed, I need someone on my side who won't harm Henry.
Therefore, when Henry will arrive - I want you to help him. Accompany him. Try to show him some hideouts, a safe-house or supplies that he can get? He's a human after all, so he needs some food and water."

The Female Animator sheepishly smiled, trying to calm Boris down.
"Besides, those Inky monsters - Joey, they will try to get him. We can't risk that , Boris. Also Bendy and Alice would be at his tail. So would you please take care of him for me?"

The Tall Toon, now nervous and excited, looked down at the floor. His gloved hands ran through his head, teeth tugging at his cracking lower lip. Boris heard of Henry from (Y/n), but never saw him in person. Easing the anxiety and worries within the innocent Toon, (Y/n) immediately warped her arms around his shoulder gently to ease his state.

"Shh.... don't worry, buddy. Henry is a good man. You can trust him! I haven't seen him in such a long time, so I'm worried as well. Besides, I think it's time for you to finally see the person who helped me and Tom Connor animating you."

The Goofy expression got back to the Taller Toon once again upon hearing the assertive words of support. Earning a sense of determination, It seems that Miss (L/n) was confident in him and his help. Boris happily clapped.

"Oh you sweet wolf, what could've we done without you?" -(Y/n) smiled

"Huh...oh- um Hello? Excuse me? Can you help me?"

Henry rushed through the pools of ink and water, as he saw a figure of a man walking around with a cupboard of Bendy. Finally - a soul! Except, this person didn't seem to mind Henry's existence since he continued walking away, not even looking back at Henry.

The Aged man wanted to ran up to him, but this damned hallway was flooded with the thick black liquid, enabling Henry to move any faster and destroying his outfit. Rushing forward, Henry got up to the man expecting him to be in the corner of the hallway - but Alas, he was faced with a wall and a cupboard of .

"Where the hell did he go?" - he whispered. This is impossible, Henry was close to reach this man, but now he completely disappeared ? They only thing Henry was staring at is the cutout of Bendy, as if mocking him at his state.

Henry was now irritated. All these Bendy cutouts can't seem to vanish - they're everywhere. A mysterious figure walking around whispering nonsense about "the savior". Bunch of freaky writings on the wall - 'He will set us free' - But Who?
And worst of all, Henry's suit was now completely soaked with Ink.

Henry blames it on Bendy.

The aged man sighed in defeat. He can't do anything about it. Ahead of him was the Music department, scattered into a mess were piles of paper and posters. Even a cute painting of a (hair-colored) lady wearing a dress with an angel wing on her right side and a devil wing on the left.

'Oh sugar honey iced tea'

[Warning: Lime ahead. You don't have to do this. ]

"I can't promise that... if that Sammy boy did something I-"

"No no, none of that. I think Sammy did enough - keep him be for a while. And sooner or later Henry will stumble upon him."

(Y/n)(L/n) and The Dancing Demon were relaxing together in one of the comfortable offices that (Y/n) enjoyed. A soft sofa with a coffee table, a small desk, and a bunch of candle light to settle up the cozy mood - just like Bendy prefers. It used to be a meeting office for Joey Drew long ago, but that doesn't matter anymore.

"I bet once that pebble meets Henry, he'll probably start his summoning ritual or whatever he calls them."

"Could- Wait what?!"

"You know, the ones that he usually uses the speakers so everyone can hear his voice throughout the whole studio? Heh... those rituals."

"Oh, riiight. He startled me until I fell from . Sike... I never thought about that option. Still, I don't think Sammy will proceed to do that!" - (L/n) let out a slow controlled breath and attempted to ease her body.

"LET'S BET!"

"Pfft- Bendy no."

"Oh Bendy yes, Darling! If he will meet Henry and capture him for his ritual - I get to end his silly little games. And if he doesn't - well, you win, and I will leave Sammy Lawrence alone just like you asked me to." - The Shorter Toon warped his hands around her waist, smugly he attempted to lure her closer. Bendy stared deep into (Y/n)'s eyes as he analyzed her expression. She's been awfully active and worried lately, but still wearing her dazzling smile nonetheless.

"Haha, Bendy, we shouldn't carelessly bet like that.."

"No fun! Come on, dear, just this time." - childishly pouting, The Dancing Demon anticipated the call of approval from his Dear. Except her generous smile slowly fell into a worrisome frown. "(Y/n) - you're worried about something?"

"Hmm...? Maybe."

"Oh golly, you could've asked me for help. And you've been restless all day, and- ... dear, is it because of H e n r y ."

"No." - lied (Y/n)

"Darling, you know that no matter what... I will protect you! I won't let h i m any closer to you!" - gleefully said Bendy, his gloved hands taking in the curve of her figure, down to her hips.

"I know,Bendy," - gentle arms cupped the round face of the Shorter Toon causing him to easily relax. Bendy's face meet with none other than (Y/n)'s warming smiles. "I haven't seen the man for 30 years, you think I even remember how he looked like?"

"please... don't be mad."

"Heh..I'm not mad, how am I supposed to act when you're clinging onto me like this?" - an amused smile got back to the young lady.

"Oh- so you're annoyed because of me? would you be mad if I did this..."
Bendy's grip tightened from her waist as his hips pushed against (Y/n)'s and she felt his warmth against her. His gloved hands now teasingly slipping down onto her hips and thighs, causing the flustered young female to blush.

"Ah?"
"But I will prove you my love."

The Lustful Toon only wanted his Muse - Must she be so perfect? She splayed her hand against Bendy's gloved ones, intending to push him away, but instead she left it there.

His breathing quickened as did hers. The Inky Demon began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. (Y/n) urged herself to push away, but couldn't. Her body began to tremble slightly. His horned head was angled to the side as his lips came closer and closer to hers. She was surprised to find her own lips parted causing Bendy to take hold of her chin as Their breaths mingled. The Female's heart fluttered inside her chest. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss.

"Hmmm ,More... I want..."

as the lustful Demon presses closer, his words come out as gasps. Bendy couldn't control it, His arousal only causes his Inky body to boil with hunger. Hunger and lust for her touch. For (y/n) to wrap her arms around, while her legs around his waist. Just the thought of her back arched sends his mind ablaze.

For the sake of their comfort, Bendy lead off and gently pushed (L/n) onto the sofa. With his Muse now lying under him, the Ink Demon took a moment to do everything for his beloved to be physically comfortable.

The look in (Y/n)'s (eye-colored) eyes says everything. She lies completely submissive under his command, her lips quivering while Bendy's gloved hands corner both her sides. The intense rhythm of her heartbeat undergoes an irregular count, while Bendy slithers toward her body, searching smoothly for the seam of her dress.

"I will make you comfortable, my creator~"

Removing his gloves with his teeth, The Ink Demon said assertively before slipping his hand below the waistband of (Y/n)'s undergarments , fingers gliding along the sensitive spot there, realizing that it was considerably hot and solid below his fingertips. (Y/n) stifled a gasp, Bendy's bare hand is cold against her heated body, but gentle enough that it was pleasurable.

"Ah!...B-"

"I want to satisfy you..." Bendy leans in to caress (Y/n)'s neck, slow and gentle. His kisses teases her shoulder, while one hand starts to unzip the top of her outfit to reveal more of her bare skin, the other hand is slowly pleasuring the lower part between her legs.

(Y/n) leaned her head back, trying to uphold some level of dignity by not becoming a moaning mess in Bendy's hands, despite desperately wanting to give in. She bit down on her lip as the demon began pumping both fingers in and out faster.

Bendy's clouded eyes travel from her blushing face to her collar bone, delicate in the semi-darkness, then to her breasts. Without lingerie they sit lower, more natural, each so perfect and molded to her form. Bendy doesn't linger too long, just enough for (Y/n) to see how beautiful she is to him. The sight of his Muse's bare skin, smooth and perfect, his bite marks indicate his signature on her. the Lustful Demon is already heating up from inside, like his form would melt and drip now.

"Bendy... y-you don't have to do all of that just... just to satisfy me."

(Y/n)'s voice was all logic and feigned cool detachment until she wrapped her arms around him. The rest of Bendy's world became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of his mind. The only thing that mattered was touching her more, kissing her mouth, her stomach, her breasts. He tried to be gentle with her clothing, not to rip the dress.

Purring in arousal, little Devil Darling slid in a third finger as his pace became faster. The smooth moans emitting from those sweet lips sends shivers down Bendy's spine. And those fingers digging into his back are not helping to keep him in control.

"Oh my-..! Bendy-"

"Ooh...Your fingers are like divine fire for my soul, your voice intoxicating ! I love you... I love you so much~"

A gasp and moans of sweet nothings continued to emit from the Demon, his sole purpose to pleasure his creator that brought in life to his soul. To just think that years ago, it was his dream to have (Y/n) in his arms, but finally his dream came true.
Bendy slowed his pace, earning a small whine from (L/n). His head sunk low, and his shoulders shook unnoticeably. He stopped.

"huh.. ha.. Bendy?"
"That's all I ever wanted."

Ink droplets splattered onto (y/n)'s waist. The Little Devil Darling was speaking with a voice so low, it was almost unheard-of. His inky body was slowly melting, ink droplets falling from his head and eye sockets.

"Dear... are you- crying?"
"That's everything I could've dreamt of! Just you..." - Bendy's voice came out as sobs "It didn't matter if you loved me or not - I couldn't keep it in myself."

"Oh goodness... Bendy,"
"I Just wanted you! Please keep it that way... I don't want anything to change." fully crying, Ink was leaking from Bendy's head and all around his body, leaving the goopy liquid slowly fall downwards.

"Bendy... shh, what's gotten into you? I'm not going anywhere. Come here." - the female took a delicate hold on to his head, as her Ink Demon leaned on her naked chest.

"Don't leave me alone, I beg you don't-"

staining (Y/n) with his ink around her bare body, Bendy slowly muttered incoherent pleads. But the 26 year old Lady only kept him close to her, not minding the ink stains. She was comfortingly whispering to him , letting Bendy relax until his weeps feel silent - slumber took over him. Kissing the top of his horned one more time, The Muse knew now everything.

" I love you."

[The shame is over. You shall proceed now :D]

"Shh....Rest your head, it's time for bed."

Henry is tied to a wooden pillar, his face closed in a grimace. Sharp pain lanced through his head and colorful spots flashed in front of his eyes, it felt like his whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. Regardless, he needed to get out of here...away from this things.

"There we go, nice and tight. We wouldn't want our sheep roaming away, now would we? I'm honored that you came all the way down here to visit me. It almost makes what I'm about to do seem cruel. But the believer must honor their savior. I must have them notice me."

The creature, also known as Sammy Lawrence looked nothing liked him for Henry. Despite him having the same smooth voice of his, he no longer possess the hazel blonde hair locks or the young charming expressions of a human. No, this was a goner.

"Wait... you look familiar to me. That face." - Henry wanted to shout, perhaps someone remembers. But he couldn't tame the enormous pain in his head. "Not now... for our Lord is calling us, my little sheep. The time of sacrifice is at hand. And Then, I will be freed from this... prison, this Inky ... abyss , I call a body."

Henry tried to struggle, but to no avail, this Satanist was just mumbling to himself not even listening to what nonsense he's bringing.

"Shh...! Quite! Listen! I can hear him crawling...! Crawling! Let's begin, the ritual must be completed. Soon, they two will hear me - she will set us free."

Cranky pipes and rusty gears echoed from above Henry and Sammy. Whatever might come next, The Innocent Man prayed it's not that monster from the Ink Machine. Without another word, Sammy turned away leaving Henry completely alone and miserable.

"Sheep sheep sheep, it's time to sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed. In the morning you may wake, or in the morning you'll be dead." - Lawrence's voice boomed through the whole place as the speakers emitted his voice clearly everywhere. "Hear me, Bendy! Arise from the darkness and claim my offering. Free me, I beg you! I summon you, Ink Demon! Show your face and take this tender sheep. "

                                "No nO NoO! What is he doing, This is only worse!"
                                "The bet is over and I won! "

"NO! My Lord, Stay Back! I am your prophet! I am- AaAAGHH!!"

Henry couldn't comprehend all these screams echoing around him - but whatever is going on there, something is coming soon towards him. Now was his chance for escape before it's too late.
And thus, Henry gathered his strength to run for his life. And as if fate went against him, the tall Inky Monster with broken limbs and a crooked smile rose from the depth to chase him. With each step the pain amplified, the bloody muscle quivered, his consciousness ebbed. Black mists swirled at the edges of his mind drawing him into sweet oblivion.

Henry barely made it as he barricaded the door behind him. His breath was fast, his pants were rapid. His nerves were on the edge of losing consciousness, yet he was fighting his own will. An empty can rolled on the floor indicating someone was hiding.

"Who's there? Show yourself -

Boris ?"

Well that was a roller coaster. I'll never write limes again.

Why does Sammy's cultist a** messes everything up?