"(Y/n)!"

Before Bendy can draw in the air his body needs He melted into (y/n) form ; completely forgetting about the shower head that he threw on the floor, leaving the water pour out around them. Bendy can feel her firm torso and the heart that beats within her soft skin. Her hands confusingly folded around his back, drawing the toon in closer. Bendy forgot that (Y/n) was soaked with water , but he can feel his body shake, crying for the missed time that they weren't able to spend together, crying to release the tension of those 2 full year of separation.

"Oh you're awake. You're finally awake!" The hug was a simple enough gesture - affection,protection - perhaps the fragile beginnings of love. The arms that held Bendy were soft, yet strong. The feeling of (L/n) soaked wet yet comfortable body so close to his soothed him more than he had expected. "I missed you so much!"

(Y/n) didn't dare to respond, due to her sore and dry throat that only added to her current tiresome consciousness. Bendy kept his embrace tight as ever, sensing a strong waves of shivers traveling down (Y/n)'s body, his round eyes went to back to their worried gaze.

"Are you alright, are you cold, (Y/n)? You have to clean up and change from those old clothes."

The (eye-color) eyes stared at him back bleary-eyed and blurred from the fuzzy and fatigue state ; (Y/n)'s condition was obviously still exhausted and sleepy after the burden of being in a comatose state for more than 2 years. Quickly grabbing the thrown shower head , he carefully handed it to (Y/n)'s pale and cold arms.

"Here, hold this. I need to quickly run and fetch you some clean clothes from your old bag... wait here!"

Before (Y/n) could blink her tired (eye-color) eyes, the Toon immediately ran away. Confusingly starting, The 26 year old shakingly stood up and blinked several times, trying to adjust back her sight. (Y/n) suddenly realized that those familiar large format tiles and the wet floor were indeed, in her animation studio's bathroom. 

(Y/n)'s face is soaked, the small droplet of water coming together to run into her eyes and drip from her chin. The weak burden of her heat has run to her core to shelter and hoard the warmth that remains. Meanwhile, (L/n) tried to wash her feet out of the oozing Ink , The Toon was already heading back with a stack of clean dry clothes carefully folded in his hands.

"Hey... I brought your extra change of clothes. You remember? The one you left in your bag for emergencies? I'm gonna leave them here , so you can change later? Alright? I'll be outside waiting."

Bendy slowly approached (Y/n), as he neatly left the folded clothes in the corner of a counter with the rest of towels and papers. Getting back to her sensing , (Y/n) watched as the Toon nervously and concerningly tried to help her. It was undoubtedly understandable that the Toon tried his best to take care of her well being.

This time, the female urged her best to use what is left of her voice.

"...thank you."

Clearly hearing the calm and comforting sound of (Y/n) vocals brought back the innocent and cherished memories back to Bendy, who craved for her sweet words and touch for many years.

"No problem, dear! I'll be outside."

The Toon closed the bathroom door as he, unfortunately, is forced to give (Y/n) her privacy. Meanwhile he was leaning his back on the door and waiting patiently, The (hair-color) was trying her best wash the Ink out.

Bendy was sitting on the floor, his head supported on his gloved hands. Sighing constantly, the toon let his thoughts wander, for he was afraid of what to deal next : how would his poor (Y/n) react at the long abandoned workplace? Is she still mad at him? And most important, how would the female eventually react to all of the preposterous-

The train of thoughts was interrupted the moment he heard the knob of the bath door slowly turn and open, revealing the sweet well-familiar face of his beloved (Y/n) that he remembers. The clean fresh fabric covering (L/n)'s now smooth and shinning (skin-color). Her hair locks were clear, yet still wet. She finally felt the utter comfort of a clean skin with carefree and suitable clothes.

"Oh you're done! Are you feeling any better, (Y/n)?"

"Y-yeah... I think I'm fine?"

Bendy smiled in relief, knowing that his is back and alive.

"Wonderful! Can you walk? Are you hurt or anything-?!"

"No, Bendy... I'm fine, really. Just ... Where are we? We're still in the animation studio, right? What happened ?"

"Yes. We're in the same old Animation studio... abandoned now."

"Abandoned? Where's everyone? If you're wandering around here... then where's Boris, Bendy?"

Bendy's frown only dug deeper as he heard the angelic voice ask in a worried and concerning manner. His Inky heart shuddered as he remembered every action and moment that happened within these walls. But Alas, he sighed in defeat.

"Alright. I will show you. Let's go."

Taking hold of the familiar soft (skin-color) hand, the little Devil led (Y/n) all the way to the first floor, giving her an opportunity to take a closer look at what happened to this place.

This workshop that was once a beacon of its age now resembles something that has been through a war. Nothing so dramatic has befallen it, just more years that can be counted without feeling the loosening of the mind. It was a complete mess, to put it nicely. From outside the boarded windows, the shabby wood paneling and the peeling wooden door all looked scary and threatening enough to keep the limited number of intruders far away from this forsaken place.

"You know, after how Henry called everyone to rescue you - nobody found you. Many people bursted in trying to solve the situation."

"But where were you?"

"I was hiding and observing them in my cardboard pictures, don't worry! The employees tried to find you!"

The first floor was in a considerably better state than the ground floor with all doors still in their rightful places, however the ink clinging to them, once colourful, now many shades of dry black. A thick layer of dust settled on everything in sight giving the place an atmosphere of being untouched for many years, unlike downstairs where the dust hung in the air clearly disturbed at a regular occurrence.

"they must've figured out that I-"

"They didn't Find anything (Y/n)!!! This place was abandoned. And everyone who worked here's is gone for good."

The poor Female's worries rose as Bendy's back was still facing (Y/n), not letting her see the Toon's raging and boiling Inky eyes.

"But... how about the bodies? ... Drew's and Lawrence's ? They must've-"

"Are you sure you want to face Boris now?"

Bendy completely ignored her question as his voice was now lower and sinister, bringing a chill down (Y/n) spine. Standing in the first floor hallway, the 26 year old had to face the upcoming room that was in front of them both. Slowly and dreadfully, Bendy moved out of (Y/n)'s view allowing her to take a closer look that the room that was in front of them.

The dull (eye-color) orbs widen in fear and terror as they started to tear up.

In that moment the loss of her world collapsed - In Front of her was Boris strapped to the same old metallic old table, with guts wide open, while his head is tilted and eyes are tightly closed.

Bendy stood in the corner, ashamed with boiling anger running through his ink. He observed as (Y/n) immediately ran up to Boris, while crying hysterically. Bendy approached from behind, tightly holding onto the Female's shoulders. The sadness flowed through her veins and deadened her mind. tightened as he felt the strong shivers and shakes of her weak tiffed body.

"Shhh... you see. That what Drew wanted from the beginning. That's the result of his abuse, dear. The creator lied to us, (Y/n)!"

"Why... why?!"

"They left us... but now, it's only you and me."

The Inky Toon stroked her (hair-length) wet locks and pulled her into his chest. The warmth of being with each other made him want forgiveness even more. He ignored everything that actually happened during (Y/n)'s drowning coma. The realization that he didn't tell her the full story and truth, made the mischievous Demon smirk in success. It took him a lot to sacrifice, but it was for her own good.

Alas, He finally achieved what he desired. Holding the sweet (Y/n) in his own arms. 

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#BorisDidn'tDoAnything

In the future (Y/n) will pretty much have this outfit . Feel free to imagine yourself in whatever is suitable for your imagination.