Why is Love so Hard? |BENDY X HENRY| (OLD)

Specially Marked

I can't sleep.

The hammock sways gently beneath me as I listened to the ink cultists breathing.

Up and down.

In and out.

Life without Bendy is miserably quiet.

If we were still on good terms, he would probably be here right now.

.....

But we're not.

He's probably in his lair, crumpled up on the ground with Sammy's axe embedded in his skull.

And it's all my fault.

It felt wrong to put in the reel, and I did it anyway. Just because I didn't want to look like a wimp.

Well, jokes on me, that just made it more true.

I sit up, my bare feet brushing against the warn wood.

Heading towards the door I glance back at Sammy.

He's still sound asleep even as the door creeks open ominously.

I slip out into the dark of the rest of the studio.

I sigh as I walk through the dark music room.

What normally would be a peaceful quiet was oddly lonely for me.

I hadn't fallen in love for so long, when I wasn't with Bendy (not for long, I hope), It was even lonelier than it was before.

Out of the recording room and into the music department.

I have no idea where  I am going, and frankly, I don't care much either.

Sooner or later though, I end up in the balcony overlooking the orchestra.

The instruments stare silently back in the dark, as if judging me.

You get a body and find out how hard life is then. I glare back.

"Damn, I really do need Bendy back." I sighed. "I'm getting mad at inanimate objects."

"Yeah. I guess you do. Too bad he's not here to save you."

Alison stepped out of the shadows slamming the door shut.

Tom strode out from behind her and slammed my head against the wall.

Blood pounds in my ears as I glare at Alison. "What the hell are you doing?!"

The not so angelic 'angel' unsheathed her sword, resting it under my chin.

"Why do you think?!" She spat. "That good for nothing angel escaped, and we still need information."

"Amazing." I rolled my eyes. "How are you doing anyway? I haven't seen you two in a while."

Her eyes narrowed in what I could only guess was annoyance.

"Not in the mood to chat? Me neither, I guess."

The cool metal beneath my chin shifted dangerously. "You will help us."

I shrugged. "No thanks."

Alison shifted her knife, piercing the underside of my chin. "That is not an option."

Stick red droplets slithered down my neck. "Sorry, I can't help you."

She screeched in rage, the knife biting further into my skin.

The droplets were now a small river.

It hurts like hell, but the look on their faces are priceless.

 "Sorry bitch. I've picked my side."I laugh, a bit of the red splurting from my mouth.

My vision began to blur, but just as I was about to pass out,  the door was broken down by a  familiar black blur.

Then everything went black.

.

.

.

I wake to the gentle swaying of a hammock.

Sammy is perched over me, a small frown gracing his face.

"Hi." I grin and wave.

The wave makes me feel light headed, but I am too happy about being alive to give a shit.

"Hey." He frowns.

The prophet keeps glancing at me questionably.

I tense up, not doing any favors for my poor neck. "What?"

"Uhh...did you ever get any tattoos?"

Grimacing, I shake my head. "Why?"

"Well..uhm.." He stutters. "You have some."

"WHAT?!" I practically scream. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"

Sammy grabs a mirror, avoiding eye contact. "It'd..be better if you just saw."

I grab the reflective piece of glass.

My jaw drops in shock.

There are several tattoos stretching across my skin.

A large silhouette of the head of a familiar inky demon was tattooed acrossed my chest, followed by two other honorable mentions.

Lining my arms were two identical inscriptions, both proudly proclaiming: 𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖞'𝖘 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍.

I wish I was kidding.