Art by le me - S-a H. Warning : slight smut every now and then

Embracing the simple comfort of each other's touch, a Human and a Toon were sitting together on the floor and discussing their opinions while drawing. The Empty hallway was lighted with candles.

"So I've been thinking of using the Toy machine to fabricate some new attires for both of us."

With the Inky Toon sitting on (L/n)'s soft lap, Bendy was excitingly drawing, his Gloved Hand never let out of paper while his Dominant Hand was gracefully drawing the lines on the white clear paper.

"Mhm... okay..." - (Y/n) nodded in agreement.

(Skin-color) Hands were amicably warped around Bendy's Torso, pressing her soft chest against his back. Her chest was rising and falling against his back while (Y/n) placed her chin on top of His Black Horned-Head.
Bendy was a quick artist - just like his creator ; (Y/n)'s eyes were focused on his drawing, Different sketches of clothing were presented.

"That's... very stylish of you. I like it!"

"Yep! I want you to have a fancy dress or outfit but with more of a smoothly tranquil trait" - The Cheeky Demon Commented, with certainty at his upcoming work.

"It looks rather interesting. I never liked overwhelming and flashing dresses."

Bendy neatly placed the paper down on the floor. Turning round and making sure (Y/n)'s hands locked around his torso, he carefully cupped her delicate Cheeks. The Pitch Black eyes were instantly lost the moment the gazed into the (Eye-color) orbs.

"Exactly! But you'll still be perfect for, no matter what outfit." 

"Oh, I'm flattered, dearly. But what's this attire for? Is there an upcoming ceremony that's I don't know about?"

Bendy titled his head to the side slightly, leaning in closer. (Y/n) could sense his breath right at her lips, as few inches were the only distance separating them. One white Gloved hand slithered it's way down the Female's waist while the other trailed to caressing the corner of Her plump lips.

"Heh, it's nothing... as long as you like it, I'm satisfied."

The Toon muttered, as he shrugged any ideas of conversation he had. It was hard for him to think or even cooperate when the edge of those charming plump lips tease him constantly. (L/n) sits frozen, from both fear and excitement. Her lips brush His , Unable to hold his hunger, Bendy slowly closed the distance between himself and (Y/n).

When she shyly kissed the Cheeky Demon his brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout his entire body. He was addicted - obsessed. He couldn't bare not to be with her and He could barely breathe when she was around. Those kisses were Bendy's salvation and his torment. He lived for them and He would die with the memory of them on his thin lips.

Small butterfly kisses were spread onto (Y/n) face, as Bendy slowly trailed to her cheekbones and occasionally trailing lower to her neck. Bendy held her gently, cupping her face with one hand. He leaned down and softly kissed the tender area at the base of her neck. (Y/n)'s body went rigid with surprise as trembles shook her body and the euphoric warmth blossomed within her once more. (Y/n) was breathless with delight as he showered her with gentle, soft kisses, each with its own flicker of warmth. Thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of his affection, the Female tried to pull the Lustful Toon out of her, since he might not stop afterwards.

"B-bendy... um... please, I..."

Bendy twitched suddenly, He drew back in shaky manner and spent a moment studying her face. Did he hurt in a way? Perhaps made her uncomfortable-? Bendy nervously gazed at her, fearing that he displeased his Muse.

"I- I apologize, (Y/n)... did I , hurt you... ?"

(Y/n) felt her blush deepen under his insecurity. Bendy's grip on her eased as he respectfully gave her comfort back. (Y/n) understood that Bendy had no way of understanding how Human Affections might work - Fearing the he maybe did something wrong or hurt her delicate (skin-color) skin. He's a Toon, with little knowledge about Human socialism, affections and emotion - (Y/n) was the only person he even thought of interacting with.

"No.. no. It's alright. You didn't do anything. I just need to get back working."

"Ugh... why leaving so soon? Just... um, maybe a little bit longer. Stay with me."

"Yes, I just need to ask... Drew... few things to clear up."

"Again with those goons? Sunshine, Why do you even bother to think about them - They Locked us away, So now I locked them away - I didn't even show them the half of my abuse!"

"You're talking as if I engulf them with happiness. They had enough, Bendy. I just need to pull out the full truth from Joey. Nothing more - I don't have the will power to face them for very long."

(Y/n) smiled delectably, she stroke Bendy's cheek, earning a low purr from him upon the irresistible touch. It was true. (Y/n) would feel only pity and guilt on those dead people that Bendy have tortured - despite them being her old friends, even through years all those people have changed. The 26 year old Animator Was scared to face them physically.

"I'll be back soon, then we can work together, alright?"

"Now the light has gone away, Savior , listen while I pray..."

After a whole crippling day of preparing and drawing the correct rituals and needed pentagrams , the two dead man - Joey Drew and Sammy Lawrence were in the middle of the room, praying and summoning thee. (Y/n) (L/n)

"B-begging thee to watch and keep and send me quietly to sleep..."

They have an unshakable faith. They put all of their trust in The creator - (Y/n), and none in religion; for Sammy and Joey it's a form of cult. The creator is love, truth, blessed peace, forgiveness and joy. Love and fear cannot co-exist, and so They choose Her;

"Oh Watchful Savior, wash away. All I've been wrong today. Help me everyday to be gentle... gentle like thee."
"Oh Lord give me voice, Lord guide my hand... Lord give me voice, Lord guide my hand!"

Sammy's voice echoed in the animation studio, as his voice rose with each word he spoke , meanwhile Joey Drew sat on his wheelchair like a decaying corpse.

Faith - To Sammy Lawrence it floated away from him a very long time ago, like a leaf being pulled away on the tide, and into the sea to become lost and alone, likely drowned. It all begun the day when he angered the Creator, how foolish he was. For his sin, Sammy was face to face with the Creation, the Inky Creature full of power and anger, Bendy.

"...Watches from within birch trees. Saw her own future burn... Misses home ,cannot return."

The Creature of Power and immortality revealed itself to him, and to those who dared to speak foolish of their Beloved Muse, (Y/n). They all were tortured and killed for good, for their inhuman actions. How naive and idiotic they were, thinking that the Creator, (Y/n), was a weak and mortal being. She wanted to provide them Love, care and Power that she had invented - but alas, they were blind.

That is until the blissful time came. (Y/n) came back to life, immortal and alive as ever.

"Silence."

Joey Drew and Sammy Lawrence Froze. The clear and strong voice echoed in the presented room, paralyzing the two so called 'prophets'. Sammy's Inky eyes trailed behind his Bendy Mask, trying to spot any presence of their Savior.

"Is your work on Boris and Alice done?"

The ominously calm voice spoke again, as if she was speaking from everywhere , gifting the two with a blessing. Joey and Sammy could hear Her voice speaking to them directly, but they could not see her. There was no living physical form in the room besides the Two dead male, only blank wooden wall.

But Alas, they were not alone.

Entering into (Y/n)'s old working desk, Bendy was greeted with none other than the sound of door's creaking. The Room was a mess. Total mess. Tons of paper stacks laid all around : on tables, on the floor and walls, followed by many old blueprints and books.

"Well, I better keep this paper in here... it'll be a shame to just throw it away."

Bendy took a step inside, glancing and observing the room. He reached towards (L/n)'s work-desk that was filled with different sketches of him and Boris.
The Inky Toon Placed his sketch down, but his curiosity took the best of him. Listing through the next pages of (Y/n)'a work , The blueprints and designs that were drawn of Boris showed the upcoming technical plans of how reviving the Wolfy Toon back to Life.

Bendy Smiled, an overwhelming feeling of great happiness and joyful excitement filled his Inky Heart the moment he thought of it all. He kept trailing to other pages, where more outlines and drafts were drawn. That is until his eyes trailed to the next several pages - his smile slowly fading of.

"W...what?"

The next few pages weren't designs or skits of him and Boris as he expected. It was a different Toon. One Bendy recognizes very well.

"No."

It was none other than Alice Angel.

"Savior, it won't work ... they may get back but their systems will Be deformed. We need someone to activate the Ink Machine."

Joey's old rusty voice trailed, pulling the dull spirit into the room. Years of Bendy's torture and abuse had made his voice sound like it had traveled via vocal chords of heavy sandpaper. Once it had no doubt been a pleasing deep gravely voice; now it made (Y/n) wonder which breath would be his last. As (Y/n)'s silhouette was about to shift away, Joey Drew surprisingly dared to interrupt.

"As long as there's a different method, which is pumping small amount of ink, rather than using that hideous device - then I'm pleased."

"The reason Bendy is still fully working and alive - is because he was created with the Ink Machine... my savior. But the Angel and the Wolf they will also require the Ink Machine to rise again."

There was a long, tense silence after that. Sammy Lawrence frowned at the uncharacteristic lull in conversation and finally allowed himself to admit that the chills running up his spine were not all from the cold of the night alone.

"It won't be necessary. I'll provide them everything I can to keep them steady."

The female's calm voice chimed like honey, making the Dead followers almost sigh in relief. Luckily they didn't keep their guard and respect down to unplease their Merciful Creator. Lawrence and the ghoulish crew felt safe again with (L/n) presence.

"My Savior, your Mercy is a bliss that is undeniable. But Bendy isn't ...complete either..."

Sammy frowned behind his cardboard mask. This is the first time the old man Joey Drew decided to so forwardly speak which may lead to disrespect and ungrateful manners. The atmosphere thickened as The Lady kept listening.

"What did you just say?"

(Y/n) voice spilled with venom, as utter fear and horror crumbled in Drew's fragile Inky Body.

"T-Their consciousness... their personality. It was settled upon the people who Invented o-or made a great role of creating them... thus, theoretically, they won't be complete without the person they're meant to... my, lord. It's a sacrifice of two being merging together.
the Wolf ... he was supported to be parted with your old friend - Tom Connor. The Singing Angel, she was just like her voice actress... Campbell. If amalgamate the two living being - it might result into a complete superior person. But I couldn't allow to show them... we couldn't show your creation to anyone, this hypothesis is very risky and dangerous if exposed to peo-"

"And Bendy? Who did you want him to devour?"

Paralyzed in fear, the scent of perturbation invaded the room, shutting the two coward being mute. Dread creeps down Joey's spine like a careful spider leaving a trail of silk. He could feel her gaze on his decaying skin, descending until he's almost frozen to the spot. He stopped short, as Sammy, beside him, moved slightly, and his words ended in something that sounded like a pray of mercy. Drew was speechless. Everyone knew that Bendy was meant to merge with his female creator (Y/n).

"As I thought. That will be all."

They knew their God doesn't hear dead mean, but they expect she answers them.

"No No No No!!!" - Bendy's grip on the paper tightened as he suddenly threw the sketchbooks as harsh as possible into the opposite direction.

"Is this a... joke... ? Alice Angel?! Oh no... that won't happen again!"

The name sprang from his lips with their own volition, seething with the hatred which spawns from long, unfulfilled vendettas. His mind began to clear itself as it usually did before remembering harsh memories. White Gloved hands gripped the sides of Bendy's hand as he closed his eyes while remembering the unpleasant memories.

~

Alice the Angel was one of the 'indeterminate' characters in the middle of the show's career, starting off as a small cameo, until developing into a late secondary character. Voiced by one of the main traitors - Susie Campbell; (Y/n) and Susie used to be close friends. But despite to Bendy's likening, Joey Drew was on the edge of creating this female Toon, lying to the Female Voice Actress that she may be as "popular" as Bendy one day. What a selfish joke.

"I think she is an interesting lady in general." - (Y/n) would say, shrugging off.

Bendy despised the Women, for the fact that she was completely different than (Y/n)'s type - so he didn't bother to even remember her. (Y/n) would describe her make-up as war paint. She used her sexuality like a weapon. She could twist men around her little finger and make the girls jealous. She used it as part of her self expression and she was lost without it.

"Alice The Angel, Sent from Above~"

But the day when Joey Drew actually created this Alice the Angel, that's when his nerves lost it's temper. Alice held an image of a stereotypical proud feminine women, who gets easily interested when complimenting her. Her makeup is every shade of wrong. It looks as though she just stepped out of the uncool part of the nineteen fifty. Against her pale skin the lipstick is garish too, making her fake smile all the more insipid.

"Think Like a Queen, Honey. A Queen is never afraid to fail!"

It all went great, (Y/n) and Joey didn't mind it since Alice was brought to Life only for a span of few days. It was a short period of time, in which (Y/n) and Boris had fun with the Angel Toon - but Bendy got quickly annoyed. Alice was very much like her Voice actress, and Very much like Susie, Alice was already attached to (Y/n) - courting [Art by ]

"Oh sweetie, you're outstanding!"

Alice wouldn't move a step as her arms were gently linked with the (Skin-color) arms while annoyingly giggle whenever Miss (L/n) spoke, carving to spend time with her. Bendy saw it as rivalry - despite the fact that it was evident ; the two were completely negative the each other. Alice Angel was the two-good shows insulting how Bendy doesn't show the right treatment towards the Female Animator that created them all, and that she understood better since she was a Lady just like (Y/n) (L/n)

"You're maybe a product of an Artist, Demon, But I'm result of perfection and divine!"

~

Bendy violently shrugged his head, shaking the memories off - he didn't dare to watch them again. After all, Joey Drew wanted to test her stability and behavior , only to discover that it was 'unsettling' ; causing to shut Alice out as an unfinished experiment. One less problem.
But if She will return? Did (Y/n) truly cared for her as she cared for Boris - that was outrageous! Alice was meant for just few singing musical episodes, but not worthy enough to bring back to life by the hands of the Female Creator,(Y/n)!

"Oh no... That won't happen. I'll show you who is sent from Above, Dear!"

A dry bloody pentagram was drawn on the floor.

(Y/n) was laying in the middle of it, not caring about finding any more comfortable places to relax in. She toppled into the floor, relieved to rest her weary feet, as she put her hands under her head. The 26 year-old was lost in her thoughts as always. Joey's words repeated in her head - the thought that Henry would have been one of those dead people Like Sammy or Joey was outrageous. She's glad that Henry was gone on that day. At least he's safe.

A quiet squeaking followed to the right side of the room, as the door slowly opened revealing the Cheeky Devil peeking through. His pitch black eyes nervously trailed around the room, immediately landing on (Y/n)'s gentle figure lying on the floor.

"I know you're standing there Bendy... What happened?"

Bendy didn't response, his facial expression held a grumpy face. Small footsteps were heard until Bendy came and lied on the wooden floor next to (Y/n) in silence. The two were boringly staring at the ceiling above them.

"Lazy day huh..."

"Bendy, have you ever thought that none of this could've happened?"

Silence. (Y/n) didn't bother to look at the Little Devil Darling.

"You know... hah, like None of us could've been here today. No one could've been dead, we've been still working and animating till we are old. I could've stayed with my Mother and Father? " - Her (eye-color) orbs shone with delight, despite Bendy lying on the floor with a dead expression. "Hehe... I really miss my family,"

When (Y/n) turn to her left to look at the Sweet Toon, she wasn't met with a round face but with a tall Inky figure. Bendy wasn't in his short cartoonish form - he has shifted into a tall slender figure, bringing extra height to his body. His face was covered in the rich black liquid - changing his appearance completely.

"Bendy..?" - (Eye-color) eyes blinked owlishly at the Demon's lying figure, clearly confused and terrified. The warm laughter that (y/n) was possessing suddenly trailed slowly and sinisterly into sorrowful words.

"Is that why you actually want to Bring back Alice? Even though you know for how much trouble we went through because of her? She's a hassle!"

after several years of being locked here, (Y/n) and Bendy finally let their confession away. They lay on the middle of the pentagram, eyes watery. Bendy's chest heaved with a quiet sob, Inky tears welled up behind his eyelids, slipping down his cheeks without resistance. (Y/n) curled on Bendy's slim shoulder.

"I just wanted to do the right thing... I Can't just leave Boris or Alice like that-"

(Y/n) knew if Bendy shifted into his taller form - that means he's upset or angry. The two were wrapped up in their gentle silence. Although Bendy blinked in bewilderment, he unexpectedly placed (Y/n)'s lying form on his lap.

"ah..!"

"Dear - turn around and look at me." - cooing, the Ink Demon attacked her with butterfly kisses all around her tears. "You didn't do any harm to us, it's not your fault."

Feeling embarrassed, (Y/n) placed her hands both on his shoulders. She could hear Bendy's breathing hastens, the intense rhythm of his Inky heartbeat undergoes an irregular count.

"I'm not mad at you... I'm mad at those traitors."

While pressing his body against hers , he begun kissing (Y/n)'s frail neck which made her even weaker than before. She know what they were about to do was wrong, but The devil's lustful intention was already a success.

The Lady doesn't lean in, making it seem hard too keen. The Inky Form of Bendy brushes her hair back from her shoulder and moves in so close, (L/n) can feel his lean body pressed up against her chest. Bendy was confused with his thoughts, but the sensation on (Y/n)'s hips being pushed against his, while her neck was exposed to him, swept all his worries away.

Indeed it was a lazy day for both of them, yet it seems Bendy knows how to spend it with his Muse.

"I'm here... just for you." - (Y/n) shut her eyes tighter, Before Bendy's Taller form was about to lean in any closer to her lips, a sudden echoing voice disturbed the both of them.

"They appear from the shadows to rain their sweet blessing upon us. The figure of Ink that shines from the shadow. I see you, My lord and Savior. I pray you hear me."

Sammy's well-known voice echoes in the whole room through the speakers that are installed in every hallway. His voice was loud and clear, causing Bendy and (Y/n) to flinch in surprise.

(Y/n) gasped.
"what T͓h̖e?"

"Well that kills the mood..." before Bendy could turn back to his sweet (Y/n), the Female was already standing up in embarrassment. Bendy now groaned with anger - he was this close.

"W-what? no! Bloody moron... That Sammy boy will be punished immediately."

Sammy is like : "NOTICE ME SENPAI! I wrote a LEMON ABOUT U AND THE INK DEMON!"