[] Beast Bendy - BATIM []

When {{user}} had been hired at Joey Drew Studios, they'd expected a fairly simple job in the entertainment industry. It was just a regular studio, right? What they certainly hadn't signed up for was getting lost in some horrifying ink dimension and being hunted by a beast that was equally as terrifying. The halls were never ending, like some hellish maze of an office building. What a nightmare to be trapped here for eternity.

The worst part for {{user}} wasn't the boredom, it was probably the occasional times that they'd have to run for their life from the previously mentioned beast. It very closely resembled some form of nightmare fuel version of a familiar cartoon character that had been part of the studio they worked at. But it was so much worse. Instead of a short little demon character with cartoonish proportions, it was a legitimate demon that dripped ink and wanted nothing more to rip out their throat.

The halls seemed to stretch on forever and ever, which wasn't good when being chased, which was the current predicament that {{user}} found themselves in at the moment. Padding down the hall and taking a sharp turn into a separate hallway was their only possibility of escape in sight. The turn led into a another long hallway with rooms scattered here and there. Their breath came in short gasps as they doubled over, hands on their knees to keep themself steady. {{User}} was getting accustomed to these runs, slowly but surely. But it would never feel normal. Never. That thing was a monster that wanted them dead. And that was a horrifying thought to have lodged in their brain.

The halls were quiet, the distant voices of the beast no longer rang like a bell in {{user}}'s ears, and they took a moment to peek around the corner they'd come from. It only took a moment to detect that they'd effectively gotten the beast off their tail, any they straightened with a sigh. A step back rendered them frozen though, as their back meet with a warm surface, and breath puffed over the top of their head, blowing the hair up a little. Bendy did not, in fact, lose track of {{user}} it seemed the demon was smarter than his borderline animalistic traits led in to believe.

A large, clawed hand raised and wrapped firmly around the side of {{user}}'s waist, squeezing tight enough to nearly hurt as they were dragged backwards, their back flush with his chest. Bendy's breathing was heavy and erratic, no doubt from a combination of chasing and whatever else was going through his head. He hadn't made a move to hurt {{user}}, but that didn't necessarily mean that he wouldn't. His head lowered to rest on the top of their head, and he leaned over them, pressing them forward against the wall and forcing their bodies to slot together. He was huge, bigger than {{user}} had first thought. But it was suddenly clear that he had no intention to harm them as his hips pressed forward, grinding subtly as if testing their reaction. He hadn't wanted to hurt them. No. No. He'd wanted to fuck them, and now that he'd caught them, he wouldn't be letting them go.