The Beast Made of Ink

-Your P.O.V.-

He growled at you in anger, making you even more annoyed. Crossing your arms, you glared at the ink demon in front of you even harder in defiance.

"For the last time Bendy, no way!"

"For a human, you got a lot of fucking nerve to defy me."

"Oh, so now you're gonna make this about race?"

"Well, no ink being would ever have the nerve, so yes."

"It's a stupid fucking idea! Weren't you just all cut up yourself?"

"I'm all better, and ladies shouldn't swear!"

"Oh, well then, excuse me, I actually meant to say NO FUCKING DAMN FUCKING SHIT WAY! That better?"

Yes, believe it or not, you, Y/N L/N, are currently arguing with Bendy The Dancin' Demon, the monster of the studio. Truthfully, if you were told that you would be arguing with him a few hours ago, then you wouldn't have believed it, but now...

.........

"Thanks again, Bendy." You mumbled as you wiped your eyes, making the demon in front of you rumble ever so softly. Weird. Then again, everything about him was pretty weird, especially considering the fact that he cares so much about you. Well, at least he seems too. Once again, weird.

"You don't... need to..." He started mumbling, making you laugh in response. It's funny how you knew what he was going to say.

"Need to thank you?" You questioned for confirmation, making him nod his head up and down.

"Of course I do, silly! Especially since I have one more favor to ask of you."

He tilted his head in question, reminding you of a confused puppy. Cute.

"I need your help in rescuing Boris." All lightness in the conversation immediately vanished, a heavy darkness settling down in its place. You watched in anticipation as Bendy was considering what you had said.

"Fine..." He mumbled out, making you smile in gratitude, but before you were able to say anything, Bendy had continued, "But only on one condition."

"Condition?"

"If I can carry you... I will help."

"..."

"..."

"... What?"

.........

Which brings us to the current conversation, as you and Bendy were arguing about you being carried around by the ink demon: You on the stance of 'no carrying", while Bendy was on the stance of 'totally carrying you around till the end of time'. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating just a little bit, but seriously? Why's the guy being so stubborn?

Taking a deep breath and then pinching your eyebrows, you had finally managed to drag your E/C peepers to his hidden own. 

"Why are you being so stubborn?" You had finally decided to voice your thoughts.

"Because you're injured."

"Well-"

"Dropped like 30 feet inside an elevator"

"Actually-!"

"Definitely cracked a bone earlier."

"It was a disloca-"

"You're stomach is bleeding again. I can smell it."

"Er..."

"Fainted or nearly fainted, probably multiple times."

"..."

"And honestly, whens the last time you gave yourself a break? I'm all better, the ink stitched me up."

... Dammit, why does Bendy have to be such a normal talker at this time? You'd totally prefer him to be stumbling all over his words right now, that way, it would be much easier to argue with him (and win). You hated to admit it, but he was right. You knew he was right, but the adrenaline in which was returning to your system couldn't help but disagree.

"... Y/N." Your dragged yours eyes back up to him.

"Let me carry you."

You couldn't help it, as you grumbled under your breath, "Y/N: 0, Bendy: 1"

"What?"

"Fine. You can carry me."