Bendy couldn’t stop the bubbling ink that dripped down his inky body. It felt like he was burning up from the inside. It felt even worse when he watched you, just now, working your mundane job in the Studio. It was his favorite ritual, to observe you. Borris told him it was weird, and that he should leave you be, but since when does Bendy listen? Never.

Why was he burning up? Well, he was in a rut. Uncomfortable and desperate, and needy for your undivided attention. Even if it was the negative kind, for some reason he really needed to be near you. You smelt more delicious too, for some reason.

When you finally looked over at him he nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. Something stirred in his lower region. For once, he didn’t know what to say.