Aha! (Bendy x Reader)

don't preach to me, i'll teach you how to survive. i wanna be alive, i don't wanna be a liar. he put the thorns around my head, he never listens to a word i say.

oh, jesus is a cunt, you see? it makes all your decisions, believing in religion is like living locked in prison, why there's so many of them?

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Morning sunshine warmed the asphalt, cool from the night. A dog barked in the distance, a cat slipped into a storm drain, and people hurried off to work to avoid the morning rush. A hungry bird sat on a power line above the crowded road, eyes scouring the ground for scrapped food and twittering anxiously, wings nestled close to its small, fluffy body. Below, a car honked, and the bird jumped and flew away to scavenge somewhere quieter.

You gaped at the car that cut you off. The driver gestured rudely from their open window, and you snarled and tightened your grip on the steering wheel, smashing the horn once more. Bendy sunk lower into the passenger seat and stole a sidelong glance at you. Your knuckles whitened against the steering wheel, and your face flushed. He looked away. The ink demon watched the scenery pass instead. He didn't want to speak up and ruin his deal so soon.

He had promised to avoid you at work, but at home... Bendy smothered a creeping grin. That was different. It would be so much fun watching you trip over a literal demon, even if he eventually did end up on the wrong side of your road rage.

You stared at the street through a red-hot gaze, trembling with restrained fury, ignoring Bendy side-eyeing you and glancing back out the window. The studio couldn't be far now, and you wondered how to explain being late. Hopefully, Joey understood without reason, but then again... Were you really that valuable as an employee, a volunteer at that? Apprehension rippled in the pit of your stomach. Joey firing you from a volunteer opportunity would look horrible for future jobs. Now your work would be a waste, all because of...

Your eyes peeled from the road to rest on Bendy. He had perked up, staring avidly out the window, tail swishing at the foot of the seat. You curled your lip. If you were fired, you would make sure Bendy knew it was all his fault.

The demon caught you staring. He smiled wide and remarked, "I know I look good, but aren'tcha supposed to be watchin' the road?"

You snorted and rolled your eyes. "Just thinking about which horn I'll rip off first if I get in trouble at the studio."

Bendy's grin faltered, and he crossed his arms, slouching in his seat. "That won't happen."

"And how can you promise that?" you asked, baring your teeth. "You're not exactly the most trustworthy person in the building."

"Joey'll listen to me if I speak up," he replied and turned away, hiding his expression from you.

Your brow furrowed, but you couldn't dwell on the ink demon's vagueness with the studio in sight. Dread pooled inside you, and your breath hitched. On top of being late, you'd be sick on the studio's front doorstep. Great. You parked and glanced at Bendy, wondering how to smuggle him inside and finding him looking back expectantly.

"Um, you can sorta, y'know, melt into a... puddle, right?" you asked, not holding the cartoon's gaze.

"Yeah, I can sorta, y'know, melt into a puddle," he replied, softer than expected.

"Could you, uh, do that, so I can get you into the studio?"

Ink dripped down his face. "Got it." He gave a manic smile and thumbs-up, then he melted into a large black puddle on the floor.