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Ink-credible Encounters of the Mom Kind

// This is a little short I thought of, inspired by @xdreamer45x‘s Ink Mama AU. Based off of how Mama and Baby are on civil to friendly terms with another Boris, I figure if my Boris, Mr. Cut-Myself-Off-From-Everyone-After-Fit-Hits-The-Shan, is the one to find a missing adorable terror bean, he’ll be a bit more trusted than whatever else is out in the studio, and may get more of a pass than other ink beings once he is caught by mama. (Also, he’s out of the loop, so he isn’t going to realize the full gravity of the “bean is on his own” situation...) I’m gonna throw in one of my own personal headcanon’s with concept Bendy too, so, enjoy it when you see it... I hope...

~ Mars

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Boris stared at the little creature he had just come face to face with... in his vents. It looked like a smaller Bendy but... without a mouth? And it looked to be crying silently. Boris cocked his head. Was this creature a danger? It didn’t seem like one, and that was saying a lot for him. He’d turn tail and run at nearly anything, especially when encountering it in places he was not prepared for. But, still, this creature was new, not like anything he’d seen slip out of the tainted puddles of ink before. Were his vents no longer safe?

The intruder glanced towards the ink covered vent grate in a way that seemed to be fearfully. That’s when Boris heard it, the choked semi-mechanical sounds of an Edgar v2.0.

Boris, just get out of here. Don't get involved.

Tail tucked between his legs, Boris began shuffling backwards, so as to keep an eye on the new creature.

Maybe the ink machine has been used again? Does that mean humans are back, and not dead yet? Did the humans bring more food? Maybe that is worth invest-

“Squeak.”

Boris jumped, hitting his head against the strong aluminum. They both froze, the pain from hitting his head not nearly enough to overcome his fear, neither of them even thinking as the sound reverberated through the vent shaft. After a long minute and no change in the light being sent through the vent, they both shared a sigh of relief.

So, this creature has a mouth. Boris wished he hadn't stuck around long enough to see it. It was a split down his face, full of teeth. But... it also sounds cute and innocent. He gritted his teeth. Boris, don’t do it. You're going to get yourself killed one of these days.

He motioned for the little critter to follow him, and it seemed to understand. He slowly turned around, glancing back often to make sure it wasn’t going to turn on him, and led the thing to his little hovel, a bigger section in the vent system. He turned on his dim little electric lantern so that the critter could see better, and so that he could better keep an eye on it. There were blankets that clearly were being used as a sleeping spot spread on one side that went out about half way in the tight quarters. Against the other side of the vent wall was a stockpile of bacon soup and and a can opener. The little critter stood up, having better room to do so than Boris, and went over to the blankets and began fiddling with them.

Boris frowned, holding back the urge to stop the little Bendy thing from touching stuff. After who knows how many years, he had really grown use to not having anyone in here. With a little snuff, he allowed himself to look away. He grabbed a can of soup and opened it up. Turning back towards the visitor, he froze. It was chewing on one of his blankets.

No. Don't. Ew. What?

He gently knocked on the floor, snagging the creature's attention. He wagged his finger in the universal language of ‘no’ and offered up the can of soup.

Lil’ Bendy spit out the blanket and came over to Boris. He gingerly took the soup can and looked in it, squeaking in surprise as some soup spilled out.

Boris mimicked drinking and Lil’ Bendy finally seemed to get it. He looked up and dumped the soup into his mouth, can and all. Boris stared in horror as he listened to the grinding of tin can between sharp teeth.

I screwed up. I screwed up. I have let this THING into my home!

The creature spit out the chewed up can, squeaked and clapped its hands together happily. It hopped over to his stash and grabbed another can and popped it in.

Boris threw a hand over his mouth, watching as another destroyed hunk of tin and label was spit oat and another can disappeared into that... maw of indestructibility. Wait... my soup! Unable to contain himself he grabbed the shoulder of the Bendy monstrosity and yanked it away.

Lil’ Bendy’s eyes filled with inky tears and he began to whimper, instantly pulling at Boris’s heartstrings. How... Why... Why am I feeling guilty all of a sudden?

Boris snatched up his smallest blanket and kind of toss-shoved it into the ink being’s mouth, not trusting placing his hand too close. Lil’ Bendy began sucking on the old cloth, crying suddenly gone due to confusion? joy? the power of blanket sucking? and Boris released a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. He would have to figure out where this thing belonged and get it back there, it was definitely not something he could... take care of... not with it downing soup cans whole without a second thought of food conservation. He glanced down the vent they had come from. The baddie should be gone by now... maybe... Boris, this is why you don’t get involved. Just, stick to yourself, find food, and survive. That’s it. There are no friends here. Th-

Boris looked down at a tug on his overalls. Lil’ Bendy, still sucking on the blanket, looked up at him with cute blank pied eyes. Bendy rubbed his head, feeling a toonish lump that had sprung up from the incident with the first squeak. He carefully pushed it back in before carefully picking up the little guy.

Ok, we’ll go find out where you came from.

Boris smiled, something that looked a little off since he hadn’t done so in a long time, but the cute bean didn’t seem to mind as he wrapped his arms around Boris’s neck... and he didn’t seem willing to let go. Carefully, Boris pushed him around so that he was hanging over Boris’s back, the blanket rubbing against his tail. He turned off the lantern and slowly made his way back through the vents, keeping himself lower than usual so as to keep the Bendy from bumping his head.

They reached the vent grate covered in ink and Boris paused, listening. Once he decided the coast was clear he began rolling the vent up and crawled out, flinching at the bright light of the dimly lit studio hall. Years of vent dwelling had made his eyesight adapt, and it didn’t make for good outter travel, but if this was where he found the lil’ critter, there was a good chance this was where he’d find its owner.

He stretched to get the hunch out of his back and began quietly walking along, his ears alert, taking in the groans of the pipes and the distant sounds of music playing somewhere not too far away. Swallowing, he headed towards the music. It was as good of a shot than any.

He began having second thoughts pretty quickly. Humans weren’t exactly the greatest of creatures, that he could remember. Besides having brought in good food pretty regularly, they weren’t exactly good ol’ friends and had been pretty crummy to some of the toons before. Some had been nice, but he’d have to be careful, just in case.

Boris gingerly opened a door and found that someone had just left a radio on in the little office space. He scoffed and turned around. Then he heard it. That choking semi-mechanical sound. Boris looked around frantically for a vent, but none was to be found! He dashed out of the room and looked left and right down the hallway. There!

Crash! Splat! “ROAAR!”

“Squeak!”

Boris would have shushed the gremlin’s little outburst if he weren’t so busy running for the vent. Just as he was getting there, he heard deep thunderous thumping behind him, the thumping of something very large and not at all good. He froze mid-step, and risked a glance backwards at what was about to kill him and Lil’ Bendy.

“SQUEAK!”

Shove.

Boris stumbled forward as Lil’ Bendy jumped off his back for the hulking black monstrosity. Boris shakily looked around, knowing he wouldn’t like what he’d see. Lil’ Bendy was nuzzling a creature that would definitely haunt his nightmares, and that creature was nuzzling back. Slowly melting down, Boris came to a realization that made things only worse. That hulking monstrosity was turning into The Ink Demon.

Lil’ Bendy looked back at Boris before pulling the blanket out of his mouth and offering it back.

Boris held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. Keep it. With that, he turned tail and ran like a bat outta hell.

That’s the last time I’m ever giving to charity!

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