03-13-2017, 02:21 AM
Bendy and Boris backed up, glancing around at the mass of monsters surrounding them on all sides. Even more creatures lurked outside of the circle, insurmountable in number. The little demon looked up at his buddy, almost disappointed; as much as he wanted to sweep the floor with these beasts, there were just too many for him to handle. He didn't want to wear himself out without a clear destination in sight.
Grabbing Boris, he extended his legs and walked above and over the living barricade. As soon as he was in a somewhat safe spot, he returned to his normal size and started running for dear life. He turned his head to see if his wolf friend needed help, but Boris needed no reminder as he quickly caught up to the inky demon. The strange creatures served as little more than obstacles as the two fled, and while they occasionally swung an arm towards their prey, they were far too slow to catch them.
The further they ran, the more congested the path became. Monsters only grew in number as they raced past, forcing the two to slow down and locate clear directions to escape the mob. Bendy, frustrated by the hold-up, attempted the same trick he had done earlier. However, the beasts were grouped up close enough that they could cling onto the devil's legs and weigh him down whenever he passed over. He gasped, growing distressed as he desperately tried to shake the predators off of his limbs. They held on tight with vicious claws, digging into his inky body as it started dripping. It wasn't melting it was hurting his body, but instead it was because the ink demon was panicking. Boris's body was undergoing the same process.
It didn't take long for the horde to surround them again, tugging as the cartoons struggled to break free. This couldn't be the end, could it? Ink splashed everywhere, the duo's bodies emulsifying. The mob of monsters finally converged on them, but by then, the Prime and his Secondary had already dissolved into a giant puddle. The creatures paused, blankly staring at the spot where Bendy and Boris had been. It took them a while, but eventually they began to disperse, vanishing into the fog.
When the cartoons realized that it was safe, they slowly reformed back into their own bodies.
"Gee, that was close," Boris said, cupping a little spot of ink and splashing it on himself.
"Yeah," Bendy replied, picking pieces of dead grass out of his body. "How about we keep running-- just to be safe?"
"I like that idea."
Grabbing Boris, he extended his legs and walked above and over the living barricade. As soon as he was in a somewhat safe spot, he returned to his normal size and started running for dear life. He turned his head to see if his wolf friend needed help, but Boris needed no reminder as he quickly caught up to the inky demon. The strange creatures served as little more than obstacles as the two fled, and while they occasionally swung an arm towards their prey, they were far too slow to catch them.
The further they ran, the more congested the path became. Monsters only grew in number as they raced past, forcing the two to slow down and locate clear directions to escape the mob. Bendy, frustrated by the hold-up, attempted the same trick he had done earlier. However, the beasts were grouped up close enough that they could cling onto the devil's legs and weigh him down whenever he passed over. He gasped, growing distressed as he desperately tried to shake the predators off of his limbs. They held on tight with vicious claws, digging into his inky body as it started dripping. It wasn't melting it was hurting his body, but instead it was because the ink demon was panicking. Boris's body was undergoing the same process.
It didn't take long for the horde to surround them again, tugging as the cartoons struggled to break free. This couldn't be the end, could it? Ink splashed everywhere, the duo's bodies emulsifying. The mob of monsters finally converged on them, but by then, the Prime and his Secondary had already dissolved into a giant puddle. The creatures paused, blankly staring at the spot where Bendy and Boris had been. It took them a while, but eventually they began to disperse, vanishing into the fog.
When the cartoons realized that it was safe, they slowly reformed back into their own bodies.
"Gee, that was close," Boris said, cupping a little spot of ink and splashing it on himself.
"Yeah," Bendy replied, picking pieces of dead grass out of his body. "How about we keep running-- just to be safe?"
"I like that idea."
Quote:Word Count: 1367/8000
![[Image: m2c7s.jpg]](http://i64.tinypic.com/m2c7s.jpg)