My body has decided to bestow me an early birthday gift the moment my birthday month (July) arrived. And it hurts like fuq-
And so, if I'm in pain, and I know that my upcoming birthday is gonna suck, I've decided to also bestow (aka project) pain upon my favorite little demon.
So here's a fun lil Mpreg Bendy fic :]
Also @oc-alley cuz you introduced this ship to me
WARNING: MENTIONS OF VOMITING (though not graphic); MILD THOUGHTS OF AB0RTI0N;
~Starts below the cut~
For the umpteenth time this morning, Bendy hurled into the toilet, hands gripping the sides tightly.
He was so sure that this wouldn’t happen.
It was rare enough for demons to try on purpose, much less by accident.
So how the fuck did he, of all people, get pregnant?!
Bendy knew the child’s father. They’ve been sleeping with each other ever since their agreement. Both of them knew the risks how utterly unhealthy they are, but still did it anyway.
He is a subcategory of Flora Toons, though, who were practically fertile as fuck.
Perhaps that contributed to this mess…
Once more, Bendy emptied out his stomach.
Leaning his head on the bowl of the toilet, Bendy sighed. He knew he wouldn’t be a good dad; hell, he didn’t even know the first thing about being a dad or parenting in general! Sure, Bendy took care of Boris when they were little, but that’s different.
This is his own child, his own flesh and blood.
Someone who’ll look at him as their dad, not brother.
Look at him as their parent.
But he’s not a good person, much less a good parent.
Bendy never felt sicker than ever.
Taking a deep breath, Bendy closed his eyes, imagining, no praying, that this was all a dream.
The knock on the bathroom door immediately dissolved that small, little hope.
“Bendy? You okay in there? It’s been a while…”
The demon stiffened at the voice, soft and kind as ever, but built dread within his veins. He’ll have to tell him, sooner or later. But stubbornly, Bendy knows he’ll drag it as long as he can. Perform a dazzling act in the spotlight, then hide away once no one’s looking.
He’s always been a good actor after all…
“Yeah… I’m good. Give me a minute, will ya?”
The voice on the other side hesitated, then.
“...okay. I’ll be right out here if you need me”
And soon after, Bendy hears the footsteps fade away.
He groans, slumping down against the wall, down onto the floor.
Tears began to prick along his eyes as he curled into himself.
Bendy doesn’t know what else to do. As much as he’s been trying to convince himself that he doesn’t want the baby, to get rid of it, he can’t. Perhaps it was selfish of him to think that, knowing what a horrible life they’ll live. Bendy can’t provide them with a good and healthy life.
‘But he can,’ his mind supplies quietly, that little voice of reason.
‘Sprout would be a good father to them.’
But Bendy knows that. The child is theirs after all.
It doesn’t make it easier for Bendy to let go of the baby. To just dump the baby onto Sprout.
He wants the baby, too.
And that makes Bendy want to cry even more.
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I'll eventually post this on ao3, but my work here is done.
You can imagine this however you like. An alternate story from MOTM. During the time the Mythbusters are in Garden View. After the whole thing. Whatever you like.
It's just a one shot, but I may make it a whole story if I feel like it.
