#i just remembered the xmas update and how cute it is ghshgh

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello hello! Could I request Ink Bendy x elf reader? Maybe she heard of everything awful that had went down at the studio and wanted to help him heal from all the trauma? Maybe she brought him home to let him hug her and hold onto her as long as he needed?

'Huh..I wasn't expecting to find any Christmas spirit down here..but I guess some folks are still holding onto it,' you mused as you ventured through the inky realm of Joey Drew Studios.

Everywhere you looked, there were Christmas trees, decorations, and presents all around.

Unfortunately nothing here was colorful, being only in sepia tones. It seemed like you stepped straight into a 1930s cartoon, but clearly this place was anything but happy like one.

There were sad inky people all around, wearing santa hats as if it could help them feel at least some holiday cheer. Yet their attitudes remained the same: hopeless, lost..and even angry. Any one you tried talking to would only snap at you, or mutter about an evil ink demon stalking them.

It proved to be useless no matter how much optimism you showed.

You barely escaped the clutches of one inky person who was half-melted and barely looked human anymore. Its hollow eyes and horrid groans scared you into hiding inside a small locker that so-happened to be along your escape path.

Being an elf, small spaces weren’t any problem for you. But you knew you couldn't hide forever, as you were on an important mission.

Yep. You didn’t stumble into this world by accident.

You came here willingly to seek out a lonely impish creature: Bendy himself, a lovable toon who was brought to life, but had a lot of misery in his heart because of how he’s been treated. And he was very unhappy down here.

You vowed to help him escape from this awful place. As much as you wanted to help every single lost soul trapped here, sadly that was impossible. There could be hundreds..or even thousands of them around.

It has to be Bendy, the one who felt the most pain.

So once it was safe to continue, you explored the studio some more, eventually coming across a city. And further within it resided a factory.

Hearing a loud roar, you jumped and hid behind a wall, looking towards the entrance to see a large and lanky ink demon that resembled the fellow you were trying to find. Some bizarre humanoid creatures with spotlights for faces and pipe tentacles for legs were dragging him towards the doors with snares and chains--as if they were trying to wrangle a wild animal.

You noted the strange electrical towers in the area as well, wondering what their purpose was.

But the demon broke free and punched a hole in one of their faces, immediately killing them as they dropped dead on the spot. The other robotic creature seemed afraid, backing away and putting their hands out, yet they weren’t spared either as they were killed in a similar fashion.

You were impressed by his strength, though you quickly became startled as the towers suddenly sprung to life, surging with an unusual energy that seemed to be harming Bendy.

He collapsed to the ground, seemingly melting as he made a feeble attempt to crawl away. For a moment, you were worried that the machines were killing him, yet you had no clue how to intervene or stop them.

Until you saw the excessive ink melting away to reveal none other than...

A certain small toon imp--with pants, a vest, and a bowtie to boot.

Bendy. It truly was him all along!

Your eyes widened in awe, but you frowned slightly upon seeing the poor guy was sad, his eyes teary. He seemed to have hurt his hands from punching the robotic creatures, as he rubbed his knuckles, wincing in pain and checking his gloves for any damage.

Whatever magic or energy radiated from those towers didn’t seem to affect you, so you entered the area quietly and saw him frantically trying to break off the metal clasp around his neck.

As the chain kept clinking around, he began to struggle more and more--

Until suddenly it turned into ribbons and fell onto the floor, freeing him.

Wait..

Ribbons? 

Bendy was perplexed as to how they suddenly turned into that. But only then did he hear footsteps and realize you were the one who helped him. And he turned to you, looking at your festive costume..and your pointy ears. Were you a demon, too?

“Bendy? Hi..I’m [y/n]. An elf from the North Pole.” You kneeled down in front of him, smiling sweetly in greeting. “You know about..Christmas and Santa and all that?”

For a moment he didn’t react, before nodding shyly in response. He apparently couldn’t speak, but that was fine by you.

“Well, I see folks down here are struggling to spread Christmas cheer, but..seems like it’s all for show. I can’t do much for them, but I can help you experience a real Christmas. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Although confused, he nodded again, before blinking in surprise as you extended your hand.

“Well, Bendy..I can get us out of here with my powers. You can leave all of this behind. No strings attached. Whatdya say?” While this might be a lot for him to process in such a short amount of time, all you wanted was to get him out of here as soon as possible.

Every second spent down here was dangerous for you both.

He was completely stunned by your offer. You barely knew him, and yet...

You came all the way here to help him?

‘Is there actually a way I can leave this place..forever?’ He pondered, part of him fearing this was some kind of trick--or that it wouldn’t be possible.

The towers were still active, and he gestured to them with a frown. But you just waved them off. “Oh don’t mind those.” You chuckled. “They have no effect on me, since I’m not really from this world. I know this is..a lot to take in right now, but I promise I can help you. Obviously I won’t force you to come if you-”

Suddenly, Bendy’s gloved hands flew to grasp yours tightly, nodding his head repeatedly in a desperate plea to leave this awful place. 

The Keepers almost captured him again..as they have for several Cycles. And with every Cycle, they found a new way to torture him, to contain him, to control him.

He couldn’t suffer through that again.

At this point, he’ll take any chance of freedom that may come his way.

You could see he was ready to go, so you told him to hang on, closing your eyes and focusing on escaping this place.

Before either of you knew it-

You were warped out of that hellish cartoon studio, landing in a rather colorful world--more specifically, your home at the North Pole.

“Ah, we made it! Thank the stars.” You sighed in relief. 

‘I’m gonna have nightmares about that place for sure..’

Letting your hands go, Bendy looked all around him, seeing that you were both inside a cozy cabin decorated with everything Christmas-themed. From a beautiful tree in the corner to the tinsel and stars hanging around and above every doorway visible to him. Several stockings also hung safely over a warm fire.

You noticed his bowtie was red and his clothes were actually dark blue, with some ink stains and patches all over them.

“Whew..it’s so good to be home.” You sat down on the comfortable sofa and picking up your mug of hot coca. Fortunately it had cooled down a little bit. Bendy joined you, gazing at the drink curiously.

For a moment, you paused, before looking at him and deciding he deserved it more. “Here. You can have this..assuming you can drink, of course.” You gave him the mug. “It might be hot still. Just be careful.”

Nodding, he took a sip, savoring the chocolatey taste. You were astonished that he never opened his mouth to drink it. Apparently he could just..absorb food and drinks. But either way, he seemed to be enjoying it and finished it within seconds.

‘So this was the “Ink Demon” everyone down there feared?’ You mused. ‘I think they misjudged him. He’s not evil. He’s just..a lonely guy who needed some Christmas cheer.’

Once he was finished with the hot coca, Bendy set down the mug, turning away from you to look out the window and admire the light snowfall.

You smiled fondly. “It’s beautiful out, isn’t it? That’s the real world, my frien-”

-Plop, plop, plop-

Suddenly, you heard some small splattering noises coming from him, seeing them drip onto the sofa’s arm chair. And you were concerned when you noticed his shoulders shaking, before he covered his face with his hands.

“Bendy? Are you alright?” Reaching over worriedly, you put your hand on his shoulder. And he finally looked back at you.

He was crying, eyes shiny as black goopy tears leaked from them. But he was smiling this time.

Only now he realized that he was truly free. He didn’t have to worry about Joey or Wilson or Keepers...or anything associated with that horrific studio anymore.

You saved him from that eternal hell.

“Awh, it’s okay, buddy.” You opened your arms up. “C’mere. You’re safe now.”

The imp practically flung himself into them, squeezing you tightly so you knew how much he appreciated your help. He managed to sit in your lap, hugging you as he left inky tears on your shoulder, staying that way for a long time (but of course, you had no intentions of letting him go first).

You were such a kind and sweet elf--a literal angel that he didn’t deserve. He didn’t know how you discovered him or knew anything about the studio. 

You saw what he was, what kind of monster he is...yet you risked everything to help him.

All just to give him the Christmas he always dreamed of.