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"Ouch!" exclaimed Sammy, grabbing his arm.
When he removed his hand, there was thick, dark, inky blood on his fingers. He ran a sharp piece of wood across his arm. I can't go to my lord now, thought the prophet. His lord is a tall, menacing, studio-wide demon, but as far as the human and the demon's feelings for him, he was a bit overprotective. Once Sammy fell in a puddle and scraped his knee - the demon carried him all the way in his arms and made him lie in bed afterwards. He tore his throat while singing - his lord at once took it as a disease. He was limping on one leg - he had a guardian demon with him. Ink Demon sometimes acted as if he felt what Sammy felt. He is usually dark, secretive, and in the company of a prophet he is a demon in love. 'I don't even want to think what will happen when he finds me now' thought the inky man, putting his hand to the wound again.
'I just need to find a bandage and put ink on it. He won't know." Sam began to walk quietly down the corridor. He knew that one wrong move would bring the demon straight to him. But his heart was pounding all the time. He looked back and...
he was scared of the cardboard likeness of Bendy.
"Eep!" he squealed, immediately covering his mouth. He honestly didn't want to do it, but a sound like that would make his lord come here. He hid in a barrel, and as the room grew darker, he held his breath.
"Sammy?" the demon's voice was itself tempting to show itself. But it's better that the Ink Demon couldn't find him than that he was playing babysitter.
The demon's legs stopped near the prophet's lair. Its tail was mostly on the ground except for a slightly twitching tip. Sammy already knew what that meant - anxiety.
"I heard you here..." Ink Demon stepped back a bit "...you are hiding from me Sam...?"
Currently, the ink man's heart was breaking in half. But he couldn't leave. He'll find those bandages quickly. And then he will run to demon and they will cuddle together in bed. Yes. The perfect plan.
"I-Did I do something wrong?!" the tail of the demon hid under his legs. Fear. "S-Sammy?! Where are you?! What did I do wrong?!"
Ink Demon ran out of the room. Sammy could tell by his voice that he was close to tears. The Prophet came out of his hiding place, walked through a few more rooms, until he found himself in a small room with a first aid kit. He took out a bandage and started wrapping it around his arm...
"Sammy?"
At the voice, the man jumped and hit his eye against the open cupboard door. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
"SAMMY!" even though his eyes were closed, he could already feel a large hand on his cheek and the demon's warm, troubled breath.
"I'm fine," he replied, opening his eyes and looking at the demon with a slight smile.
"I found your mask. It was in our room..." Ink Demon whispered as he tightened the strap and placed the mask over Sammy's face.
The prophet knew that his lord was not here to give him the mask. He was worried about him.
"Honey...it's fine" the human kissed the demon's forehead.
"...Definitely?"
"Yes, definitely."
Ink Demon stared at Sammy for a moment longer before he pulled him close and hugged him. The ink man heard the demon's sweet, soft whimpers. It was such a dangerous demon... and yet so delicate in emotion...
"Do you want to take me to our room?" Sammy asked quietly.
"Y-yes..." replied his lord and lifted his prophet in his arms.
Sometimes it could be tiresome how much a demon wanted to help his servant, even when he didn't really need it, but if it was supposed to calm the demon... so be it.