Art by le me - S-a

YO BUCKLE THE F UP MY CRANKY CREW CUZ YO GOT A LIME AHEAD OF YA MA BOIS. (Nothing too serious, I mean c'mon man)

It was a long week, one may agree. Or perhaps it was a single day? Month? (Y/n) couldn't tell. After all those years of Bendy and (Y/n) inhabiting the Workshop as their own - the Female Creator and her Little Devil Darling tried their best to fix their old 'pals' back from their corrupted state.

Alice and Boris were awake. Their Inky limbs felt the joy of control once again. But Alas, not for long. Now, that was in the past. Alice became more aggressive and abusive. She would become jealous and hideous even as she's would attack some of the Inky monsters in hopes to become more beautiful again.

Alice became more corrupted,

Boris is still mute,

"I just don't understand," the poor (Y/n) would say, "-we did everything to fix them!"

"I'm sorry, dear... Toons like us require the Ink Machine to function properly, but That Machine doesn't want to work at all!" - this time, The Dancing Demon fully warped his hands around his darling's tired body, checking. Leaning deeper into each other's touch, (Y/n) calmly replied :

"I'm fine. I just... surprised, that's all."

"Ah~ We'll probably find something else to stop Alice's reckless behavior and get Boris his voice back!" - The shorter Toon chimed approvingly, kissing the corner of her lips to ease her frustration. Accepting Bendy's loving support, (Y/n) finally sighed and decided to take a break.

"We've got some fixing... to do. Perhaps, I'll have to completely remodel them."

"Fear not , my dear , I know what we can do!"

"You really believed that you would be able to cheat death itself... You're a mortal." - The cartoonish voice , once cheerful and happy, was filled venom and hatred as it echoed all around the locked auditorium where not a single scream of agony escaped. Even the passage of the light slowed and the sounds became dull. "And yet, you weren't even able to complete your work fully. And now they're left to decay because of YOU!"

The old man, who kept his head hanging low as he sat on his old wooden wheel chair, flinched just upon hearing the powerful and dominant voice of the Ink Demon. The room was oozing with thick Ink, with a huge pentagram drawn in the middle. Joey Drew couldn't see The Savior and His Muse, but he knew well that they were watching, observing his every cursed breath.

"Unfortunately for you, Mr. Drew , you know very well who doesn't tolerate this kind of behavior~"

"N-no, my Lord, I shall fix this! Their physical bodies weren't perfect. I shall create new ones for your satisfaction. Please, have some mercy on me."

"Ah, you shouldn't plead to me."

Joey's breath hitched the moment he realized what the cartoonish devil meant. Evil rubbed within the white gloved hands together in that classic way villains do. Bendy choose this path of murder and jealousy just for the person he thought was perfect in every way. Just a single thought about (Y/n) will already rise a heating sensation inside his Inky body. Touching her is like his heart is mended even though He never knew he had a one. Oh, how he lusted to move his hands all over her cold (skin-color) skin...

But work is work. And it has to be done.

Trying to take calm his senses down, The Inky Demon stepped aside as he felt (y/n)'s gentle hands being placed on his shoulders.

"Joey Drew. You have failed at every part of your mission. I requested you to fix Alice and Boris but their condition got only worse : Alice is more corrupted, Boris is till mute. I... I don't know what to do for them, but I will not allow you rest until The Two of them will be safe and sound... Do my bidding and... everything will be okay."

"Yes... my Savior ! Everything will be done perfectly, I-l will not disappoint you."

"I'll make sure you won't."

Before anything else could be done, the bloody red pentagram on the floor began to slightly light up every now and then. Joey Drew flinched in his wheelchair, he saw rapid movements in the dark shadows of the corner. Swift, thick liquefied movements moving from every corner of the room.

The oozing goop moved in a single swift movement, until it completely covered Joey Drew.

Darkness washed over the miserable man sending another chill down his spine. But it wasn't a chill of the cold thick Ink . It was a chill of fear. The same fear he had before when he realized he made a mistake in creating the Dancing Demon. The preposterous cursed Ink immediately gulped the old director of this animation studio, not sparing him any lasts breath.

"N̞ͪ͆Ȏ̢᷃̇ͪO̞̍̓!"

(L/n) and Bendy hide in shadows of the room, listening to the old man's cry of agony and despair. Little did Joey Drew know, this was the last time he'll be ever able to speak.

(Y/n)'s Head tilted as she kept her eyes focused on Joey's transformation. The killing part was her least favourite; it was a necessary chore rather than a pleasure. She'd watch every soul in the room over and over to analyze the best way to not leave a trace of herself but after watching so much violence she found herself too fired up to think straight.

As the final screams rang, there was no sign of Joey's Drew corpse any more - just a tall Inky body with two familiar pointy horns. A corpse very much familiar like a certain mascot.

The Short Dancing Demon ran his hand over the cloth of (y/n)'s dress, that was reaching her ankles. Signaling to his beloved to leave, the female animator turned around to follow her Toon. The two left, letting the rest of their 'magic' to take care of itself. Not hearing the final demonic screech coming from the new creature they created.

Joey Drew was now a walking abomination of his creations.

"This might do it..." - (Y/n) breathed out, trying to process in what she just saw.

"W...we...we did it. We finally did it!" - Bendy stood in the middle of the room, his back facing (L/n)

"Did....what exactly? Murder a person by letting him suff-"

"We finally got our revenge on that pest!"

"How can that even be a good thin-?!"

"And there's nothing to erase us now!" "H-hey!"

Bendy chimed with happiness and delight as if his final wish came true.
Unable to handle his excitement anymore, The Ink Demon took hold of (Y/n)'s body and began to twirl her.

"Aren't you happy my darling ? We finally achieved what we wanted to do from the beginning - show those pesky humans what they deserve!" - adrenalin and enthusiasm ran through the Shorter Toon as he was ready to completely open up to his Muse. Unfortunately for the poor Female, she was just baffled by her Dear's current reaction.

"Um... I'm sorry Bendy. It could've been better... I'm sure we could've avoided all this from the beginning." - no matter how many years will pass, the same old pacifist human was left inside of the (hair-colored) Animator. She always believed everything could've been better.

"But it is Better NOW ! What else can we ask for? This whole place is ours, no other Toon will stop us, no reckless humans in our way, we're immortal ... it's just you... forever in my arms."

Bendy stands close enough for (y/n) to breathe in his scent. His arms wrap around her back and in one gentle pull their skin touches. (L/n) feels his hand in her hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down to her cheekbones to (y/n)'s lips. His pitch black eyes filled with hunger and lust to finally do all sorts of things he only dreamt of.

The embarrassed female, of course, starts to feel a small heat reaching in her pale body - "But Bendy, what about the rest, we're suppos-?!"

"You don't need 'the rest'... just me."

The Dancing Demon gently leans in and kisses (L/n)'s warm lips. They pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to contain himself anymore, Bendy pulls her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Trying to support herself, (y/n) placed her hands on Bendy's waist, earning a small groan of pleasure from the Inky Toon.

"uh...B-Bendy...?"
The dull orange glow of candles floods in the unguarded room, yet without a light on in here the two lovers are quite safe from prying eyes. Pushing the female lower to her seat, Bendy was able to get the full view. As always (Y/n) is wearing her black dress, so soft over her pale (skin-color) skin, her (hair-length) locks tumbling to the side.

Bendy was so scared. Of everything he did to (Y/n). Every touch, every word, every gentle kiss. He wanted to please her, give her all the pleasure she needed. Though deep inside, the Ink Demon couldn't handle his demonic hunger to finally eat her up. To bite every spot of her pale (skin-color) skin, that was waiting to be marked by him.

Bendy leans in a softly kisses up and down (L/n) neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. Unconsciously, her hands alights on Bendy's face, moving down past his shoulders . Already his brain is on fire, Small moans escaping from him. she's his Muse , his goddess with fingertips of flame.

His teeth brush past (L/n)'s neck. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. The female tried to shyly pull away before she could lose herself but she can't seem to...In this current moment, (y/n)'s senses have been seduced and She can no longer think straight. "( Y / n )" he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them.

Already feeling aroused to the core, the cheeky devil trailed his right hand to the back of (Y/n)'s dress, and the left to her thigh.

"Bendy...!? What are you- doing?"

Completely oblivious to (Y/n)'s gasps and shy whimpers, the Little Devil Darling kept marking her neck, while his hands took a tighter hold on her body. "Ssshhh... just this time, allow me." His gloved Hand slowly and tauntingly begin to unzip the back of his Darling's dress, while his left hand began to gentle reach higher on her thighs under the dress.

(Y/n)'s kept a tight hold on the Toon's back, her fingers digging into his Inky body. In these moments she loves him with her eyes as much as her body, their souls mingling in the quiet moments between action and stillness. The cool room already feels warm. It's hard to hold back, to make the moment last.

"Oh ( y / n ) I. W a n t. M o r e. "

Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before They know how it happened, (Y/n) felt the cool air hit her bare back ,shoulders and legs. Their skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. changing their breathing with every move, hearing her moans timed to his body. The Lustful Demon's hands light; licking and nibing at once, watching his Dear (Y/n)'s reaction, feeling how her legs move, watching her body writhe.

The happiness is infectious. It starts as a tingle in Bendy's fingers, much like the feeling he has when he's anxious, but instead of horror it's warm. He can feel it pass through him like a warm ocean wave, washing away the stress of his Muse day to leave them refreshed inside. As the wave fades, he savour the memory of its gentle touch.

"Every artist must sign his work of art. And you already marked me. So... would you allow me to sign you as mine?"

The cafe lies ahead, it's royal blue paint glistening in the first golden rays of the day. A sight of the flower planter to the right of the cafe, the city has put in new blooms that will give the citizens flashes of sunny yellows and hot pinks through the late summertime.

Meanwhile in one the busy tables, a two adult males were sharing a conversation while having a relaxing cup of dark coffee.

"-And then I said 'I'm outta here', and that's how I met the woman of my life." - Wally Franks spoke with his energetic voice, while taking a sip from his cup. His voice has matured, but the adult man stayed the same old social ball of energy. Just like 30 years ago. Meanwhile on the opposite of his side, sat none other than his dear old friend - Henry.

"Mhm..."

Wally's eyes turned upwards looking at his colleague. Henry was blankly staring at his coffee, barely drinking anything and just humming in response all day. Wally couldn't shake off the feeling that there something was on his mind.

"Say, Henry... something on your mind?"

"Hm?" - hummed Henry in confusion again, barely giving any sort of attention to Franks.

"You haven't said a word, buddy. And your coffee's already cold! You got something bothering you? Did I miss anything?" - Wally spoke immediately, his voice was filled with worry. Franks wasn't type of people who would let those moments slip. Turning his gaze aside, Henry's mood was as dull as a stormy cold day. His mind was filled with hesitation and Anxiety, as he didn't dare to discuss this matter to

"I'm sorry, Wally... um- yes, I'm very happy that everything's going perfect for you. It's just..."

"It's just what-?!" - Wally Franks insisted to know the truth, as he was determined to find out the source of Henry's trouble. They both stayed quite for a moment, completely forgetting the chats and muffled noises of the streets in the background.

"It's just... it's been so long. Have you thought about what happened ... to..." - a moment of silence before Henry's voice turned low and quiet until it started to break. Shaking his head to the side, Henry placed a hand on his forehead, unable to continue his train of thoughts.

"Oh no. It's about ...(Y/n) (L/n) isn't it?" - leaning back to his seat, Wally finally understood the reason Henry's well being changed drastically these days. At this point, Wally was afraid to mention about the past in fear that his Friend will break down at any moment. It became a strong sense of post traumatic stress disorder.
It's been almost 30 years.

"I can't... I still can't forget her, you know..." - was the only thing Henry muttered before breaking into low sobs and cover this face with his left palm.

Though His Male colleague tried his beast to calm him down and cheer him, Henry ignored all the pats on his shoulder and the quite hushes. The casual noises of cars and citizen's steps faded away as at this point, Henry refused to just ignore all his pain. Wally thought that Henry was just suffering from old memories and losses.

But Little did Wally know ... Henry received a letter from an old pal.

This story is ded just like my will to live, and I'm taking the risk of even publishing this chapter.

Art by le me - S-a. I apologize for the hiatus.