Ink Bendy X Reader - Love for the Demon~ ??

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I had successfully gotten Henry really close to one of the coffins to hide behind...but a hard,firm surface blocked my path as I on accident bumped into it. When my back was released from the surface and I tried to turn around to see what it was, I felt something sticky on my back from where I bumped into.

Some ink from one of the coffins?

I knew it had to be ink...right?...

Was it the blood I was loosing and it was dripping down my back?

It was too sticky to be blood....

I was almost fully turnt around, with Henry still in my arms.

It's definitely ink then...

I had finally turned fully around.

Which I regretted instantly...

There he was. With his all too happy expression that hid more of his emotions. What emotions? Oh you know, the ones known as hatred,digust and joy... That's what he held on his his fake smile of happiness....

He definitely wasn't overjoyed that I was still alive. He was overjoyed though that he once again had the both of us stuck in the one room again. And this time...

He was making sure we had no escape.

I accidentally dropped Henry, which I didn't mean to do but I had started to back away anyways. Whilst keeping an eye on the towering demon.

My steps were slow and shaky as I retreated from him. My left shoulder and neck still trobbed from the pain I was in, but I didn't want him to see that. He'd make me out as more vunerable and easier to kill. Which honestly was true...

Like the first time I had actually encountered the demon, I had backed myself up into a corner yet again...

The demon hadn't moved as I did any of this. He just kept his head in my direction, and nothing else.

That was until I accidentally knocked over the axe that was leaning against the wall I was at. And as if that was what he was waiting for...he started to move, towards me....

My heart began to rapidly jump out of my chest.

I had nowhere to go. He had me up against a wall that wasn't secretly a hidden door. No... I was trapped.

Soon enough, we were in almost the same postion as I had first actually met him. He wasn't too far away, and I had a feeling he was even closer than before. I felt what I had assumed was his heavy breathing on my left cheek, as I had turnt my head away and I had shut my eyes tight in any hopes of protection from him.

His ragged, heavy breathing made me want to cry like earlier again. With one, hard, blow to my head or stomach, I'd probably be dead. No wonder he came over to me first. He probably wanted to give me a quick death as I was the one still awake and so I wouldn't run off again. During all of this he had left Henry alone, not even giving him one glance as he had only kept his gaze on me....

His breathing was all I felt as I waited. Waiting for my death to come as soon as possible. Why would he have any means of waiting? He had more important people to attend to in his eyes, well ink covered eyes and thoughts...

Does he even think?

I honestly felt like thinking that this was all another predicted hallucination, as I felt no hard blow, no punch to the head, no sharps claws tearing at my body...nothing.

'Is he waiting?... but for what?!' I mentally screamed to myself.
'If he wanted me dead then he should just be getting it over with! What's happen-?!' My thoughts were interrupted as something sticky, firm, yet nice feeling touched my exposed left face cheek. (Bot the other cheek if anyone asks... =w=)

The sudden action made me flinched quite badly, but I soon somehow relaxed when a soft, fabric touched my right cheek. The two different feelings softly pulled my face to face foward.

I was so confused!! What was happening?! Was he trying to get my attention so he could see my face before he ended it all?!

Even though I was afraid, confused and I showed it very clearly, the feeling didn't leave my face. I had a feeling it wouldn't leave unless I looked.

'Goaway!Goaway!Goaway!  I kept re-thinking in my head. Whatever the things were on my face, they were getting me distracted and I needed to remember that there was a FRICCIN' DEMON ABOUT TO KILL ME!!!

Then, everything started to slow down again.

I opened my eyes, to be met with the demon...

He had both his hands on my cheeks, it felt like he was making soft circles on them, stroking them. But that wouldn't be right...

Next thing I new-

I felt pressure on my ankles, before I was pulled to the ground. Not before a stinging sensation was felt on my right cheek...

The demon along with me wasn't expecting this as I was dragged down to floor and pulled slowly, yet quickly away...

Further away from the demon...

He tried to grab me, but failed as I entered some sort of vent that I didn't see earlier...

I was getting further away from his face, that held what I thought to be a devastated expression...

The demon kept getting smaller and smaller as I was dragged away...

...Further from freedom...

...Further from hope...