Varian was used to hearing some noises at night, even with his father trapped in the amber. Bendy didn’t need sleep, so of course there was some rustling around in the middle of the night. That didn’t bother Varian. He could actually sleep through it. But tonight — he woke up after hearing a loud crash. Bolting up in his bed, the alchemist scrambled toward the basement. He stopped in his tracks && stared at the utter darkness in front of him. There was definitely something wrong with this — something was wrong with Bendy.
He didn’t waste anymore time in opening the door. He was met with a horrible sight, something he’d never seen before. Bendy had morphed into some kind of monster. He vaguely recalled his inky friend mentioning a monster form, but he’d never actually seen it. His eyes widened in horror, especially after realizing that he’d been reaching for the piece of the Demanitus scroll he’d found among his father’s items.
❝No wait—! Bendy… What’s wrong with you?❞
Varian raised his arms defensively, worried for his friend. Bendy was the last friend Varian had, he couldn’t lose him too. He just didn’t know how to help him.
― The creature hesitated as Varian opened the door, and seemed to take a step back. He still had his grin on his face. It could never leave. Focus stayed on the boy, and he lowered his enlarged fist. That was his friend... Why had he run in here like that? He looked panicked. He was lost in his own mind, in his thoughts. He wasn’t even sure what was going on around him. All he could feel was rage.
❛ L . . . i a r . . . . ❜
His voice was harsh and scratchy. A body trying to emulate the sound it could once make. Ink dripped from his form, creating a pool around him that was just absorbed back into him. What was wrong? There had been so many things. So many things he had kept from Varian. He was just trying to protect him. Then he saw that thing in the lab. The Scroll.
Suddenly he straightened up, and whipped his head back to the scroll, and let out a growl. Him. HE was the reason everything went wrong! He always was! Hand raised again to go after the scroll, to grab it.
The inky hand however, couldn’t. Some force pushed against his hand, making it impossible for him to grab it. This only caused him to growl more, before it quieted down, and he fell with a harsh thud on his knees.
❛ G o . . . t o b e d . . . . . V a r i . . . a n . . . . . ❜