listen to me, fate. i’ve been told so often it’s gonna get better that i’m not willing to accept it won’t. not anymore. you’ve fucked me over so much my body still hurts from things five years ago. i don’t care what you throw at me. i’m gonna try and love every rock and leaf. i’m gonna be better and do better even if it kills me. i’m going to make it. i’m going to be endlessly kind and giving and loving to everyone i see. fuck you. i’m going to fight for happy.
Do you want to know a secret? Come closer, but not too close or you will get weird ideas. Because that’s what I am to you, right? A pair of legs who will spread according to your will. A pair of knees who will bend to pray in the morning and will satisfy your pleasures in the evening. I’m sorry if I’m being too blunt but my mouth can talk, among other things. And we’re the same, you and I. We share the same wishes, the same sins, the same thoughts but only I will be blamed for it.
I bleed in red valleys ending at the maturity of your thoughts. You bleed into paintings strung across the same notes that bind our shoes, and while I’m restricted to interpreting lips for wants I don’t desire, I still crave understanding that surpasses the skin I’m greeted in. You raised a person when you held her shoulders down and loved in self-conscious, yet wonder why she trusts people like a voice to text to get thoughts right the first time.
Is an apology for privilege a welcome one? Should a win not matter because someone lost? Do I have to spell out the words I AM SORRY every time someone treats you unfairly for reasons that can’t be explained with clothes on? If I was sure it would help you lead a life better than the goddesses we came from. I would. I have always known you were no different from me. I just wondered if you knew it, too. Because that’s a start.
creaked as Henry plopped down on it with a huff. He rested his cane
on what he presumed to be a desk next to him and leaned back. Soft
drips and a wet slapping sound told him that Bendy was standing in
front of him.
for a minute, buddy…”
With that he
heard a heavy plopping sound, one that shook his chair slightly, as
Bendy flopped backwards onto the floor. There was a few moments of
silence and Henry closed his eyes, trying to relax his aching body.
expecting to feel a familiar soft hand touch his face. A gasp escaped
him as he jumped a little and the hand pulled away for a moment
before Goopy let out a soft, inquisitive growl. And then the hand
went back to his face and traced one of the scars, going from his
eyebrow, across his nose, and to the other cheek.
“You want to know how this happened?”
He heard a deep
“Mhm,” and smiled. “Alright.” With that he
leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Soft breaths hit his
face, and he could tell Bendy was sitting very close to him now.
“I got drafted
in a war. I was out in the field when we hit a mine. It um…” He
scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat in the process.
“It took out the guys a few feet away from us. The shrapnel hit me
in the face. And since then, my world’s been nothing but blackness.”
There was a few
moments of silence. Then he suddenly felt Bendy’s hand on his face
again, right over his eyes. With a smile he did the same in return,
feeling a deep frown and a furrowed brow underneath all the goopy
about it bud… I’m still the same guy as I was before. Just like
you’re the same Bendy I created.”
He heard Bendy’s
breath hitch. The hand on his face froze immediately, and he could
feel the tremble that came soon afterward.
we’ve talked about this before. I don’t know what you’ve been told,
but you are still my little guy…”
Suddenly he felt
cold, sticky ink all around him. It took him off guard at first, but
then he felt the ink tremble and he gave a smile, wrapping his arms
around Bendy’s thin form. He rubbed the toon’s back, giving him a
slight squeeze before letting go.
moving again, yeah?”
He felt the head
in his shoulder move in a nod before Bendy pulled away. “Okay.”
buddy… let’s get out of here. Together.”