ink & sweat

I have had “Deliver us” stuck in my head aaaaaaaall day. Also, I take no credit for the background of this comic, all I did was add a watercolor paper texture to it, all credit goes to concept artist Paul Lasaine :)


the pulp pressed— all nectar flows
the aril in fingers— the sun— in my mouth
amidst the manifold comes hazel, &
—arched vowels
i am— blooming to curses
i am— a discord of hallows

the sap runneth— to the ground
savored & yet— somehow spilled
how pitiable it is that we aren’t consumed
how pitiable it is that we cannot fill
he is— the thwarted decanter
he is— the harmonic hollow

will you not look after us? do you not
see how frail we’ve grown?
how my lips— do hunger
how his eyes— do glow—!

amidst the manifold comes hazel;
come choreographed pulses
punctuated ! pomace
in the grove.

“The cure for anything is salt water -
Tears, sweat, or the sea.”
Baby, I wanna give you all three.
I’m full of feelings, can’t sit still,
I can pull you into
Waves around the world,
Early in the morning and
Last thing at night, and
Lazy afternoons spent rumpled sheets
And a coastal breeze.
Skin on skin on skin,
Or a flush under a heavy blanket
By burning driftwood,
With smoke in our eyes, our hearts,
And salt on our lips.
You’re a treat to my ills,
You taste like home.
—  IRL Love Letters: Long White Cloud
(Top quote by Karen Blixen, via @agirlnamedally )

anonymous asked:

Alex learning how to help Kara deal with everything being so MUCH on Earth- how to ground her when she's overwhelmed, stuff like that. (Your writing of Kara is amazing btw)

part one (alex will be in part two sry)

it’s not that she’s scared of loud noises or that she can’t deal with them, that’s not it at all. she fights aliens with guns that sound like cannons and when she punches through the air, the boom makes her ears ring for a second. so, no, loud noises don’t upset her.

except when they’re unexpected.

at catco, people don’t yell. they certainly don’t yell at kara. except miss grant, but kara expects that. and, of course, during heated meetings but again, that’s to be expected.

so at ten to ten on a tuesday morning, kara doesn’t expect to have men shouting at one another in the small space in front of her desk, or for one of them to turn on her and yell with such force that his face is turning an unnatural puce.

she watches spittle hit her desk like it’s in slow motion, and falls back, in the face of the unfamiliar, on anything that all that is familiar.

“how can i help you?” she asks, voice bright and sweet and, she knows, the perfect customer service voice.

“you can get cat from whatever fucking den she’s crawled into and get her here,” he yells and kara knows that she’s in a meeting with her legal team downtown so that’s not possible. “ask her why she thinks she can afford to cut us, if she thinks she’s gonna be worth shit without me,”

“miss grant isn’t available at the moment,” she tells him firmly, because that’s the unofficial rule one of the office: cat doesn’t come when she’s called. she certainly doesn’t come when a puce faced man yells about losing the job he barely even worked for. “i can make an appointment for you,” she offers, and she jumps when he slams his hand down on the top of her desk and scatters her things.

“get her here. now.”

“i’ll make a call,” kara tells him, and buzzes through to security. “hi sean, can you send a team up to miss grant’s office?” the puce faced mans face twists and now, she thinks a little dazedly, he looks a bit like a prune, and he grabs the vase off her desk and smashes it into the glass door of cats office.

it’s loud - so loud - and kara thinks he’s going to stop there but the glass door didn’t smash, just the vase, and he grabs her telephone next and throws that too and kara jumps to her feet, backs away. cat never instructed her what to do in a moment like this: it’s work and he’s human, and when kara cuts out any response that might be to stop him, she isn’t left with very concrete responses.

but then he throws her paper clip bowl and that’s what makes the door shatter. three strikes, and the whole thing spiderwebs and then bursts and it’s so loud, seemingly endless, glass tinkling down like a waterfall.

james bursts out of the stairwell, stops dead when he sees the destruction, and then when he sees kara standing frozen he starts up again and grabs the man by the back of his shirt and slams him into a chair.

“kara, you okay?” james looks worried and she nods, turns, and walks into cat’s office and out onto the balcony. she waits, head lifted toward the sun. she doesn’t have to wait long - james stays to talk to security and then he quickly follows her.

“hey,” he murmurs and she shakes her hands out before turning to him. when she gets like this, alex has almost always been with her. or she’s been at home at least. and what she needs is to hug someone familiar, be somewhere familiar, and she steps toward him and hopes that he won’t turn her away because she’s about three seconds away from shutting down completely and, and she doesn’t, she doesn’t know what she would do if she shut down here at work. cry, probably, and end up getting fired when cat sees.

the fear must show on her face because james’s forehead crinkles and he steps close. “what’s wrong? did you lose your powers, did you get hurt?” he runs his fingers over her hands and wrists and then cups her face, drags his thumbs over her cheeks and wipes the glass dust on his jeans. he plucks a few larger pieces from her hair and kara squeezes her eyes shut and leans slowly, slowly, gently, forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder.


she keeps very still, a small part hoping he won’t push her away, but most of her wrapped up in hitting all the notes of familiarity she needs. his shirt is soft, he smells like james like sweat and ink and some sharp undertone of chemical she knows he uses for his home photo developing. he is warm and tall and - he lays a hand on her back, right between her shoulder blades and rubs carefully, and kara lets out a long shuddering breath.

“kara,” he murmurs, and she shakes her head a little. not yet. she’s not ready yet.

they stand there like that until james’s starts shifting, feet aching, and then kara pulls away. she still feels unsteady and her hands twist and she tugs at her fingers and james looks like he wants to pull her back to give her that little bit of comfort again but he obviously hears what kara hears, only a moment later, and lowers his hands.

“kiera…and my art director whom i pay exorbitant amounts of money to work not comfort.” cat tosses her handbag down on her couch, props her hands on her hips and glares at the door shattered on the floor like its destruction was its own fault and she expected better. “kiera, get someone in to take away the rest of the glass and replace it with that bulletproof version that doesn’t shatter no matter what you do to it. i want one with a supergirl guarantee.”

“a supergirl guarantee?” james asks, because kara doesn’t.

“that even she can’t break.”

“i don’t think that exists,” he points out, and cat shrugs.

“that’s kiera’s problem. what is kiera’s problem?”

“oh.” james frowns gently, not quite a glare because one doesn’t really glare at cat without fearing for ones job. but kars doesn’t mind - cat’s not being mean, not really. she can tell because cat takes a half step toward her before twisting back and away like she’s just stretching a little. “she was there when he broke your door, it was kind of upsetting.”

“she got scared?” cat translates, looking surprised. she narrows her eyes at kara and she can’t help it, her hands start to shake again and this is where the unexpected starts to unfurl: the loud noises had only been the start of it, now kara has no idea what is going to happen. she tries to calm herself and say that no matter what does happen, alex will be there for her and eliza and she’s had plenty of job offers, but that route of thinking doesn’t soothe and she thinks instead of her blanket at home and the hole she’s rubbed into the corner and the weird knitted pattern that resulted in strange knots at even spacing that she can roll between her fingers and,

“is the balcony helping?” cat asks her, and kara is surprised enough to meet her eyes. she nods. “stay there then. james, get some work and come back. i don’t pay you to stand around looking handsome.” he hesitates and cat arches an annoyed brow. “go, go.”

“i’ll be right back,” james promises her, and gives her hand a squeeze, and kara focuses on other points.

the colour of scotch directly across from her, cats heels tapping on the floor, the cushion cat pushes into her hands.

“i have issues with physical contact otherwise i would hug you myself,” cat tells her, then crinkles her nose. “well, maybe i wouldn’t,” she admits, and kara grins and huffs a small laugh. “do you need anything?”

kara shakes her head no. she’s pretty well versed in self soothing, and cat handed her a cushion with little bumps that she can run her fingers over. she’s good.

“hmm. even i won’t make you sit at a desk strewn with glass. you can leave early. make up for it by staying to midnight tomorrow, i have a call with australia i anticipate will take at least that long.” kara nods. cat looks her over. “you know, i’m surprised. after several past employees trying to kill me, i thought you were used to it.”

kara pulls out her phone and cat lets her, not commenting on the lack of reply. then her computer beeps a little and cat checks her daily calendar. she lets out a short, surprised laugh and folds her hand under her chin to press her mouth closed. her lips still curl upward though and she looks amused over at kara.

“ten am, get attacked by incompetent man. thank you for the alert, kiera.”


Uni-Reverse AU


This is the BATIM au that I’ve been working on!! It’s called the Uni-Reverse AU (if you didn’t catch the literal first words) and it’s where the universes in BATIM are reversed! The toons we know as Bendy, Boris, and Alice (and possibly even more) were part of a studio, Damien D. Studios, to be exact, to create “cartoons.” I say this in quotes because to toons, realism would be their version of cartoony. Basically, the cartoons would look live action to us.

The show they worked on centered around the boss of a company, whose name is Joey Drew. His right hand man was Henry Russell, who balances out his scheming ways. Joey is always coming up with completely out-of-the-box plans! Think of The Office when you try to picture the show, basically. Lots of humorous moments!

Instead of ink, they used blood (yes I know a touchy thing). Blood and ink have essentially switched roles—ink is a toon’s sweat and blood, while blood is used in writing and drawing and such. In order for this to work, some toons will have red in their designs, and the environment might have red as well.

In this AU, Bendy is an animator that used to work for Damien D. Studios/WackyView, and is invited back to the workshop upon request of Mr. D, the head of the studio. There, Bendy encounters the dark secrets similar to those found in the original game. The roles have switched, but the personalities remain, allowing for different types of reactions and interactions to unfold!
Special thanks to @squigglydigg for their Toon Henry AU inspiring me to create this AU!

also would this be considered an NSFW au

one a.m. sweat (ink to spill)

i should just close all of my notebooks and pretend i’m not in love. someone shouts from the back of the room: “is that even possible?” i don’t know…i really don’t know. what do you think?


// wrote this little piece late, late at night . “robbers” by the 1975 was faintly playing in the background //

Back again. Bones above ground.
Wind chime fingers in my hair.
A quiet knife-tongue on my shoulder.

An ancient ruin. Your teeth the
twenty eight steps to the
broken temple.
Fuck you. Fuck me. Eat my
palm. Eat my offering.
Climb down. Climb back.

I don’t want to make sense to
anything, I just want to be the
stone you grind into powder.

Love, my violent myth, my
terrifying air.

Turn my water to wine. Eat
my heart out. Feed it to the sun.

Back again. Back again.
Unburied. Unburied and
pale. Dirt under my fingernails
because I like saving you.

Love, my angry body weeping.
Your sleeping mouth tattooed
on my sternum.
Love, my vicious secret.
Love, my hungry dream.

—  Caitlyn Siehl, Unburied
Draw a line over my lips and call it a smile, you’ve been running around my head with scissors. Mama said that I was beautiful, but how come I don’t feel like it? Write your deepest secrets down and I won’t utter a word of it, this love, this love is ripping through my skin and I can feel you sweating ink into my tattoos– sometimes I’m in love with you, but I cannot tell you about it. Your eyes hold my favorite weather, I feel safe within your gaze. Your hands became my net, you keep the butterflies alive with a simple touch– the one right above my shoulder when I’m irritated from the day. They say that we become our memories, they say that we become our lovers. My phantom heart screams your opera. Your love is all that I know, but I can’t say a word as to how I’ve gotten this way. Some days my silence scatters over us like broken glass on the floor, bloodied feet to match our pleas for help. Last week you said that you loved me, was it true? Even if I’m incapable to explain you, I’d still try. Even if you’re all that I’ve known, what if you leave some day? They say that we know more about outer space than we do our own ocean, if that’s the case– when I cry and you have no idea how to comfort, I bet I look like a stranger with winter on my lips. If I stutter my regrets, would your heart skip a beat to match the scratched vinyl cd that we left on repeat? If I asked you to forgive me, could you stay even without words? And if you do choose to leave some day, please don’t ever regret the things that I have shared. They say that we’re searching for soulmates with a broken compass, although I’m in love with you and I make you feel like we’re polar opposites. You still stay wide awake while I’m fast asleep, you keep this world sane even if I’m going crazy. I’m still stuck on your first impression of true love, so what’s real love? Is this real love? I’m rolling down this hill, love. Is this the kind of love that you would kill for? Are you still falling for me like it was our first time making a wish upon a shooting star? I have so many questions for you, please forgive me. I’ve no address and you’ve plenty of mail. Yours, yours signed with my upmost sincerity.
—  A poem about someone who cannot express their feelings easily and is not able to hold onto people for long.

Your fingers sometimes shake on the keyboard. Your eyes sometimes burn with the lights of the screens you’re addicted to, tapping out words and exclamation points! and enthusiasm. You are the sun. You are a writer. But, like the twenty Google docs that scream UNFINISHED at you every time you look at them, you are a work in progress. 

You improve, trying to channel an inner drive that sings words into something better than what they should be. Your eyes become scalpels, precise instruments of death to unnecessary words. You shape yourself like a master carver, shape your words like an artist. 

Sometimes, though, you get scared to log into email, to one of the four writing websites you’re committed to, to Tumblr. You know what’s waiting for you, and it always turns your mouth dry when you see it.

Another rejection.

Literary, network, a critique that borders a bit too rude–what does it matter? Don’t they know that you are trying? That you can’t breathe without people and stories and that sometimes you mask your disappointment in feigned ignorance and laughter? 

Don’t they know what it feels like to be unwanted?

You don’t know what you did wrong. You don’t know what you did wrong. Yes, there is a run-on sentence here. A colon that came out as a semicolon. You can understand most things, the way your plot is like a twisted tree branch and has rough spots like bark. But when it comes to conveying more than people on a page who are sometimes you and sometimes not, sometimes you lose the right words and are left people-less in the dark, alone. And you don’t understand why you’re not tall enough to turn on the light yourself.

You are the rejected. You are the unwanted. And you better get better or get gone, gone, gone.

—  I am the unwanted II via @bookwrms
The Heartache Pg4

The next morning, Bendy and Boris took Molly to the park to have a picnic with them. They bought her a bike and she rode around for a little while. Later, Boris set up the picnic while Bendy turned into a kite for Molly. He flew around in the air doing tricks. She giggled when other people looked confused as their kites would get hit by him every now and then. Boris looked over at them.

Boris:“Lunch!” He said. Molly heard and quickly brought Bendy back down.They sat on the blanket and each had a plate of food Boris cooked up.

Molly:“Thanks for bringing me along you guys! This is fun!” Bendy grinned.

Bendy:“Any time doll. Figured you needed to get away from that Uncle of yours.” She nodded.

Molly:“Yeah, he’s been acting like a jerk lately.” Boris and Bendy raised a brow.“…Well, more than he usually is. He tried to stop me from going out with you guys on this picnic this morning. Told me he’d lower my pay.” Bendy growled.

Boris:“Well ain’t that somethin’.” He huffed.

Bendy:“Yeah, I’d like to give him a piece a my mind!” He said as he rolled up his arms like sleeves. Molly waved her hand.

Molly:“Nah, don’t worry about it.” She looked around to be sure no one was near by and she leaned close to them.“Sometimes I’ll take the money out from the cash register when he’s not around.” She whispered. Bendy chuckled.

Bendy:“Well, if you’re ever in need of money Molly, don’t be afraid to ask.” She shook her head.

Molly:“Aw, thanks Uncle B, but I don’t think I’d do that. Besides, I was thinkin’ of working for Mrs. Mo.” Boris smiled brightly.

Boris:“That’s a great idea, she’s much sweeter.” Bendy nodded.

Bendy:“Yeah, and she doesn’t hate us as much as your Uncle does either.” She giggled.

Molly:“Well, that’s good.”

Later, Bendy, Boris and Molly, after they finished eating, went to play tag, giving Abella time to pour PURE WATER into Bendy’s drink. She hid behind a tree as she did this. She quickly walked away and hid into the bushes. She watched them. Soon the demon looked tired and was beginning to sweat ink. He wiped his forehead.

Bendy:“Okay, time out for me. I need a drink.” He said as he walked back up the hill to get a drink of water. Bendy picked up his cup and brought it close to his mouth. Abella watched with wide eyes.

Molly:“Hey Bendy!” He stopped and looked over.“Wanna get some ice cream?” She asked. He grinned and licked his lips.

Bendy:“Yeah!” He dropped his cup and ran down the hill towards them. Abella growled.

Later, Boris, Bendy and Molly were eating ice cream as they were walking down the sidewalk. Abella was in a building holding a large bucket of PURE WATER on the window. As they came closer, she poured the water hoping to get Bendy. Molly pulled Bendy’s arm as she pointed to a clothes shop across the street.

Molly:“Hey, look! We should go there! Maybe they have funny costumes!” Bendy and Boris grinned and they quickly rushed over. The water splashed onto the ground completely missing them. Abella growled even louder and pulled her ears.

Meanwhile, Molly came out from the changing room and was dressed as a pirate.

Molly:“Arrrggh, walk the plank ye scurvy dogs!” She said as she swung a fake sword around. Bendy came out of the changing room dressed as a princess. He leaned against the doorway.

Bendy:“Oh my stars! Somebody save me from this brute!” Boris came out from another changing room wearing a Knight costume.

Boris:“I’ll save you my Princess!” He said as he pulled out a fake sword. Bendy chuckled.

Bendy:“Well isn’t this an interesting story.” Molly giggled quietly before they began to sword fight.

Molly:“Ye think ye can stop me? HA!” Bendy chuckled as he watched the two play.

Bendy:“Oh! My Hero!” He blew a kiss to Boris. He blushed. Molly stifled a giggle. After changing into a few more costumes, they saw that it was getting late. Boris walked into the changing room and a loud thud was heard with a splash.

Boris:“Ow!” He said as he got up and took the bucket off his head. He looked at it with a confused look. He furrowed his brows.“Oh very funny Bendy.”


Boris:“Did you put this bucket of water on the door?” Bendy shook his head.

Bendy:“No…? I don’t even have a bucket of water with me.” Boris itched his head.

Boris:“Well if not you then who?” He placed it down and changed into his clothes. Molly raised a brow and looked at the water with suspicion.

Bendy:“Molly? You ready to go?” She looked up at him and smiled.

Molly:“Uh, yeah! Just need a minute.” Bendy and Boris left the store and waited for her outside. Molly walked over to the water and sniffed it. She gasped and shook her head.“I knew it!” She looked around the store to see if anyone was here watching her. So far no one was looking at her. She quickly walked out of the store.

Later, Boris drove in his truck with Molly and Bendy. The demon was leaning out the window with a lit cigar in his mouth. He looked at Molly.

Bendy:“You alright? You’ve been really quiet since we left the store.” She looked at him with a smile.

Molly:“Oh yeah, I’m just a little tired is all. That was really fun you guys!” Boris smiled brightly.

Boris:“Glad you came with us today.” She looked straight ahead at the road and frowned. She wanted to tell them but was worried how they would react. Would they be mad at her? Would they hate her? She didn’t want their date to be ruined. She certainly didn’t want to be blamed for her Uncle’s actions. She liked Bendy and Boris. They were the only real family she had. Boris drove her home and she hugged them both.

Molly:“Well, I hope you two have fun on your date.” Bendy grinned.

Bendy:“Thanks for everythin’ Molly, yer a sweet heart.” He winked and gave her the thumbs up.“G'night kiddo.” They drove away leaving her standing there in front of her house.

Molly:“…Good night…” She said and walked into the house.

Abella quickly made her way to the bar where Ched was. She was panting when she came up to him. He raised a brow when he noticed the bag was already empty. He smiled.

Ched:“Huh, looks like ya need some more PURE WATER eh doll?” She glared at him.

Abella:“Don’t call me doll.” She threw the bag on top of the counter along with another hundred dollars. He gave her another bag of PURE WATER.

Ched:“You know sweet heart, we should do this all the time.” He winked at her. She rolled her eyes and walked away.

Abella:“This will all end when the demon is gone.” She opened the door and left. He chuckled and looked at his drink.

Ched:“She’ll be back.”

Bendy and Boris went to a restaurant. They were brought to their table and sat down looking at their menu. Boris noticed a couple of people were giving them dirty looks but he tried to ignore them. Bendy took out a cigar and began to smoke. He put the menu down and leaned over laying his head on his hands as he looked at Boris.

Bendy:“Y'know, this is nice.” The wolf looked up at him and chuckled.

Boris:“We’ve only just got here.” Bendy nodded.

Bendy:“Yeah, but I’m sayin’ it was nice of ya to take me to some place reall fancy.” Boris put the menu down.

Boris:“Well, I figured Scarlet woulda been back at her job soon so I thought you’d rather be anywhere than there. Plus the food here is WAY better!” Bendy chuckled. Soon a waitress came to them and set down two glasses of water.

Waitress:“Anythin’ ya’ll wanna eat boys?” She asked.

Bendy:“I’ll take tonight’s special sweet heart.” He looked at Boris.

Boris:“I’ll take the chicken and the steak please.” She wrote the orders down and walked away. Bendy looked down at his water and slowly frowned. Boris took a drink of his own water.

Bendy:“Hey Boris?” The wolf looked at him.


Bendy:“Does this water…look weird to you?” Boris looked at his own drink and after a second or two he shook his head.

Boris:“Nope.” He set his cup down. Bendy looked at Boris.

Bendy:“Kinda odd she gave us water instead of askin’ us what we wanna drink first huh?” Boris shrugged.

Boris:“Maybe they only serve water?” Bendy looked around and saw that some people were drinking wine or soda. He looked down at his water again.

Bendy:“…Hmm….I don’t-” The waitress came back and gave them their food.

Waitress:“Enjoy while you can boys, you’ll never know when it can be your last.” She walked away. Bendy raised a brow.

Bendy:“What did she mean by that?” Boris shrugged and started eating.“…This is place is kinda weird but you being here makes me feel better Bori.” Boris smiled and swallowed.

Boris:“You too Bendy.”

Bendy:“I’m glad I finally asked you out Boris. To be honest, I was just a little afraid you were going to be mad or something. I thought you’d be, I dunno, disgusted I guess.” Boris shook his head. He swallowed.

Boris:“No way Bendy. I love being with you.” Bendy smiled.

Bendy:“Aww, come on, stop you’re making me blush.” Boris chuckled. Bendy soon began to eat his own food. After a few bites he picked up his cup of water and was about to drink it.


Molly slapped the cup out of his hand and it shattered all over the floor. The water spilt everywhere.

Bendy:“Molly?!” He gave her a wide eyed look.

Molly:“Don’t drink it! It’s PURE WATER!” She said. She hunched over trying to catch her breath.

Boris:“PURE WATER?!” Bendy made an angered look.

Bendy:“I knew my drink looked funny!” Boris stood up quickly.

Boris:“Come on, let’s get outta here!”

“I don’t think so.” Said a familiar voice. They looked up and there stood Abella in front of the doors. She pulled a rope that was hanging next to her and a trap door opened from the top. Water poured out over Bendy. He gasped but Boris tackled him out of the way and it hit the floor splashing over Molly.

Bendy:“Molly!” She looked at him.

Molly:“It’s okay! It’s not gunna hurt me.”

Abella:“But it will hurt that demon.” More people surrounded them as they were holding PURE WATER.

Molly:“BENDY RUN!” She yelled. They threw their bottles at him. He grew wings and flew to the cieling. He stretched his arms out and grabbed Molly and Boris. They flew out an open window.

Abella:“After him!” She yelled and they all did as they were told. Bendy flew around town but was struggling to keep them up high.

Boris:“Can’t you go any faster Bendy?”

Bendy:“I would if you two weren’t so heavy.”

Molly:“They’re coming!” She said in a panic tone.

Bendy:“Where the heck did they get so much PURE WATER?” Molly looked angry now.

Molly:“My greedy Uncle I bet. He’s got a whole bunch of them in his house somewhere.”

Bendy:“I shoulda known.” He shook his head.“But if you knew, why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Molly looked guilty.

Molly:“I was worried you two would hate me because of my Uncle, and that you guys wouldn’t want to hang out with me anymore.”

Boris:“Aww, Molly. It’s not your fault.”

Bendy:“Yeah! Your Uncle’s the one that got us into this mess. Not you.” She smiled a little.

Molly:“Aww, thanks guys. I’m so glad you still like me.”  Bendy suddenly felt PURE WATER splash on his back and he shrieked in pain. He fell out of the sky and ended up dropping them to the ground. Luckily they weren’t that far when he did. He tumbled across the ground leaving an ink trail. Molly and Boris got up quickly.

Molly&Boris:“Bendy!” They ran to him and helped him up. Bendy hissed in pain.

Bendy:“I don’t think I can fly. We’ll have to run.” He took a step forward but fell. Boris carried him on his back.

Molly:“Come on, this way!” She ran ahead and Boris followed.

Abella:“Don’t let them get away!” She yelled. They ran into the Library and Molly locked the doors. Abella and the others slammed into it. Boris couldn’t help but chuckle.

Molly:“This way!” She said as she ran past him. He followed quickly.

Bendy:“Oh boy, the Library, what are we gunna do here, bore them to death? Heh, heh.” He chuckled weakly.

Boris:“Hang in there buddy.” He said.

Molly:“Sorry  Bendy, none of this would be happening if I told you sooner.” She stopped and looked around. She stairs going up to the roof and ran up them. Boris followed. Abella and the others slammed the doors open and she looked around.

Abella:“Search for them! They couldn’t have gotten far!” Everyone ran through the building doing as they were told. She walked around until she found a trail of ink leading to the stairs. She smiled and quickly followed the trail.

Bendy, Boris and Molly made it to the roof and they looked around.

Molly:“There!” She ran to the edge of the building and saw train tracks.“We need to get out of this town! My Uncle’s been getting more and more people to buy his PURE WATER before I left home to warn you guys what was going on.” Bendy was struggling to keep himself together as he was leaning over Boris’s shoulder to look at Molly.

Bendy:“Ah, great, and here I thought everyone was starting to warm up to me.”

Molly:“Well when you find someone who’s desperate to get a boyfriend as Abella is, you can certainly change a few people’s minds. I guess more people want to join in the fight rather than sing and dance.”

Abella:“Desperate?!” They all jumped and looked at her with wide eyes.“I am NOT desperate!” Molly heard the train going by and she grabbed Boris’s arm.

Molly:“Jump!” She pulled them off the building with her and they screamed. Abella gasped.

Abella:“NO! WAIT!” She ran towards them. They landed on top of the train but Boris landed on his butt rather than landing on his feet like the other two.

Boris:“Ow!” He said. He got up quickly and looked at Bendy.“How ya holding up buddy?” The demon stifled a laugh.

Bendy:“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” His wounds were starting to heal. Abella sighed relieved to see Boris and Molly alright but she shot a glare at Bendy. She jumped off the building and landed on top of the train. Of all the places of wearing a skirt this was a bad time. She rushed towards them.

Abella:“Bendy!” They looked at her and screamed. Boris grabbed Bendy and they ran towards the ladder.“No matter where you run, I will always find you Bendy!” She yelled. Molly let Bendy and Boris go down first before she followed. They went inside the train and hid in with the crowd. Abella kicked the door open and looked around. Everyone seemed to stare at her. Her hair was a mess and so was her clothes. She didn’t seem to care, she walked past everyone as she quickly looked around for Bendy. She saw Bendy’s head and grinned.“AHA!” She grabbed him and spun him around but it turned out to be a man with hair that looked like Bendy’s horns. She shoved him back and looked around. She spotted the real Bendy hanging outside of the window. He looked at her and screamed. She growled.

Boris pulled Bendy back up onto the train.

Bendy:“I think she saw me!” He said with the sound of panic in his voice.

“I sure did!” They all screamed as they turned around and saw her standing there glaring at them. The held up the PURE WATER. Molly glared at her and stood in front of Bendy with her arms out.

Molly:“Don’t you dare hurt Uncle Bendy!” Molly walked up to her and grabbed the back of her shirt and held her up off her feet.

Abella:“Stay. Out of this.” Bendy and Boris’s eyes widened when she walked near the edge of the train.

Boris:“Abella! What are you doin’!?” She held her over the edge of the train and she got caught on a hook hanging from a wooden pole.

Molly:“BENDY!” She yelled as she swung back and forth trying to get off the hook.

Bendy&Boris:“MOLLY!” They were about to run after her but Abella stood in their way.

Abella:“Boris! This is between me and that demon!” Boris stood in front of Bendy.

Boris:“Abella, I don’t know what’s got into you, but I ain’t movin’ anywhere!”

Abella:“Boris, don’t be an idiot. He’s tricking you! Bendy’s-”

“A demon, I know, I know!” Yelled Boris.“Not the first time I heard it. But so what? He’s my pal!” Boris’s face soon met a sign and he tumbled across the
roof of the train and rolled off the edge.

Bendy&Abella:“BORIS!” They yelled and ran over to him. Bendy was faster however and he grabbed Boris’s hands.

Bendy:“Hang on!” He said as he pulled. Abella’s eyes were wide as she watched Bendy try to save his friend.

Abella:“You’re…helping him?” Bendy looked over his shoulder at her.

Bendy:“Would love it if you lend a hand!”

Boris:“Uhh, Bendy! My pants are caught on a nail!” He struggled to get them off the rusty nail sticking out of the side of the train. Abella snapped out of it and grabbed Boris’s other hand. The two pulled as hard as they could and finally brought Boris up to them. They sat up and looked at each other. Bendy grinned at Boris.

Bendy:“Boris!” He wrapped his arms around him.“You’re alright!” He hugged him back with a smile. Abella stared at them looking confused.

Abella:“So…you don’t see Boris as a mindless puppet for your evil ways?” They looked at her with a frown.

Bendy:“Of course not! It’s what we’ve been trying to tell ya sweet heart!” The two smiled. She was quiet for a long time as she stared at the words PURE WATER on the bottle in her hand.  Without a care she threw it over the edge of the train and it shattered over a rock.

Abella:“I’ve been a fool.” She mumbled. Bendy smirked.

Bendy:“Lemme guess, you been talkin’ with old Cheddar?” She looked at him with a startled look. He nodded.“Yeah, we know him. He got in your head, I can tell, only way you can get that ‘pure water’ stuff is from him.” Abella shook her head.

Abella:“I feel so ashamed.” She sniffled.

Bendy:“Aw come on now, I forgive ya.” He gave her a small nudge to her arm.“Let’s get off this crazy ride, what do ya say?” He asked as the two
stood up. Bendy held out his hand to her. She hesitated at first, not because he was a demon but because she felt like she didn’t deserve it.“I promise I won’t bite.” He winked. She couldn’t help but chuckle a little. She finally took his hand and he spread wings. They flew off the train and made their way back to town after picking up Molly.

Bendy dropped Molly off at her house and dropped Abella off by the bar.

Boris:“You sure you don’t wanna stick around for dinner Abella? Bendy said he didn’t mind.” Abella shook her head.

Abella:“No thank you. That’s really sweet of you two. But there’s other important things I need to take care of.” Bendy shrugged.

Bendy:“Eh, you gotta do what you gotta do. See ya around Abella.” He flew off with Boris and they made their way home. She waved good-bye with a smile until they were out of sight.

Meanwhile at the bar, Mr. Ched was smiling sweetly as he stirred his drink.

Ched:“Ah, yes, any moment now the sweet damsel in distress will come rushing in with more customers and beg for more of my PURE WATER. And then I’ll be the richest man of this town! With a lovely new wife.” Just then the door slammed open and there stood Abella with a glare on her face. She rolled up her sleeves as she walked towards the grinning rat.“Back for more I see, don’t worry my dear, I have plenty of-” Abella drove her fist into his left cheek and he flew off his chair and landed on the floor. From outside of the bar, people could hear the sounds of chairs and tables being smashed as Mr. Ched was being thrown around and they could hear his screams of pain.

Back at the farm, Bendy and Boris were sitting in a tree looking up at the full moon. Boris leaned close and licked his cheek. Bendy’s face lit up and his bow spun around. He giggled and his tail wrapped around Boris’s tail. The two snuggled close to each other and enjoyed the rest of the night being together.


If I gave this a title, it'd just carry on

If I understood
The subtle nuances
Between you and me
It’d be better.

You think this is a love song?
Get ready, get fine with dear

My stationary’s me.
My colour coding’s me.
My scruffy get up’s me.
My words are me -
Me? Me - always me -

And if you think I’m flirting -
Guess what? I’m not

Because I’ll take sadistic bodies
Moving as one in the godlike
Hatred that only means hurt

But flinch when someone
Holds my hand.

So the spreadsheets
Are me, me (always me)
And littered with mistakes
As would me the spreadsheet
Of the men who’ve died
Between my legs.

I’m ever so scared of intimacy.
I’m ever so scared of that chilly
Blue flame of hope

That sears your belly
When you think ‘maybe,
Maybe’ and so I stay chaste,

Ignore my loins
And think of them as children
Best off in a home.