You woke up the next morning on your couch with a blanket covering your small frame and you sit up, wondering what the hell had happened to you last night. Then you remembered, you summoned the Ink Demon (What the hell were you thinking when you did that? Oh right you were sleep-deprived) and he was now in your home. Your face went bright red as you remembered that you had also passed out in his arms. Which was something you hadn't meant to do. You heard hurried footsteps coming your way and you tried your best to keep your blush (and your fear) under control as Bendy made his way over to you.

You turned your head to look at him and almost burst out laughing. Your cat had decided to perch himself in between the demon's horns and seemed to be using his head as a bed. You put a hand to your mouth trying to stifle your giggles, safe to say it wasn't working. The expression on his face was a mix of worry, relief, annoyance, and amusement. "Glad to see you find this funny."

"I'm sorry it's just... well you look silly with my cat on your head like that." You snickered as your cat lazily looked down at you from his perch.

"You doing ok? Ya had me worried when ya passed out like that." You stretch a bit, your bones cracking and popping very loudly as you did so (you noticed that he winced at the sound but you ignored it). " Yeah, that happens when you pull four all-nighters in a row." He frowned "What could you possibly be doing besides playing video games that keeps you up all night?" You rub your eyes trying to get the sleep out of them. " Well I mostly work from home making art for other people, I also have a part-time job at the cafe downtown."

He didn't seem to like that answer very much, you could tell from the way he was frowning at you. "So, you're a workaholic?" He crossed his arms over his chest still frowning at you. You give him an odd look. "Why do you care so much? You don't even know me."

"Just answer the question." His voice was stern and you felt like you were being scolded. " Okay, so I work a little too much, what's it to you mister drippy?" He huffed and grabbed the cat that was still perched on his head and placed him on the floor. "Don't sass me." You blew a razzberry at him as you tried to stand up. He gently pushed you back down on the couch "Oh no, you don't, you sit your butt back down missy."

You give him a look of disbelief "You're not my dad, you can't tell me what to do." He leaned forward, you couldn't see it but you were pretty sure he was glaring at you. "That may be so, but you still need to rest." His hands were on his hips and he was still frowning. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, make your choice toots."

" Don't call me that." You hiss as you push the blanket off your lap and try to make your escape, you only get a few steps away when an arm wraps around your waist and you're pulled back against the demon. He holds you close to his chest and sits on the couch with you struggling in his lap in an attempt to break free of his hold. "The hard way it is."

Your face burned bright red as he held you in his arms, you tried to push yourself away, anything to get yourself out of this embarrassing situation. He was having none of it though as he held you closer, effectively keeping you from getting away. "Since you don't seem to be able to take care of yourself, I'll have to do it for you." You were redder than a tomato and you tried to hide your face.

He grabbed the blanket you had tossed and placed it over the both of you and adjusted his hold on you. " There you should be comfy now." You glared at him, your face still red. " Let me go." He seemed to roll his eyes (though you couldn't see it) " Not until you get some rest, and I'll stay right here to make sure you do."

You looked away, maybe a small nap wouldn't hurt and you were a little tired still. You slumped against his chest and gave into sleep (not that you had much of a choice).

*time skip *

You woke a few hours later (you were still being held and it seemed like he might be asleep though you weren't sure as the ink always covered his face.) and you shifted, stretching as best you could. You looked up at Bendy's face it looked relaxed though his grip on you suggested otherwise. After a few seconds of silence, you poked the demon in the arm and he looked down at you. " Did ya sleep ok?" You nodded and rubbed your eyes then your stomach growled, very loudly at that. You looked up sheepishly as your stomach growled again.

" When was the last time you ate?" He asked. You looked down at your hands as you answered, " T-two days ago." He frowned " You need to take better care of yourself." You nodded still feeling like you were being scolded. He sighed and stood, still holding you in his arms. You yelped and clung to him, the sudden movement made you nervous. " Oh relax I'm not gonna drop ya."

You glare at him " And you don't need to carry me." He said nothing as he made his way to the kitchen.

Once you're both in the kitchen he sets you down on the counter and he starts to rummage through your cupboards, seemingly looking for something. After searching for a while he seems to find what he needs. Then he grabs a small pot and opens the can of soup he found and dumps the contents inside the pot. He turns on the stove and places the pot on the burner, letting the food cook.

" So, you're an artist, correct?" You nod and shift in place, the way he was staring at you made you uncomfortable.

He pulled out a long spoon and stirred the contents of the pot, it smelled like tomato soup and the smell alone caused your stomach to rumble loudly. Your mouth watered as you stared at the pot, you were pretty much drooling now and Bendy chuckled at your expression. "H-hungry." You whined, sounding much like a child.

He waved you off, "Yeah, I know but your gonna have ta wait a bit." You looked down at your lap and your shoulder-length curly brown hair (which was a rat nest now though Bendy found it oddly adorable, not that he'd ever say that out loud though) had fallen in your face and you tucked some curls behind your ear.

"So tell me, what kind of art do you do?" He kept his eyes on you as he stirred. You perked up, a small smile on your face as you talked. "Oh, well mostly I do digital art but I also do hand-drawn stuff. " He nodded turning off the stove (wait how did he know how to use your stove? Eh you chose to ignore it for now) and he grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and filled it.

He then made his way over to you, holding the bowl in one hand, he picked you up with his free arm causing you to yelp (for the second time today or maybe the third you weren't sure) and your face to flush.

"I can walk you know!" he said nothing as he made his way back to the couch and you scowled at " I don't need your fucking help." You hissed. He looked down at you "language." you grinned, "preferably English." He let out an exasperated sigh. "I can't believe that I have to babysit you human."

You looked at him offended, "It's not my fault you decided to help me!" He plopped down on the couch with you in his lap (surprisingly he hadn't spilled the soup) and he gave you a pointed look. "Actually it kinda is toots." you opened your mouth to retort but a spoonful of soup was shoved in, you gave a muffled sound of protest. "Shut up and eat." you swallowed what was in your mouth and when he brought the spoon to your mouth again you turned your head away.

He grabbed your face forcing you to look at him. "Eat." you gave him a look of defiance. "If you don't want me to treat you like a baby then stop acting like one." You went to protest and again had a spoonful of soup force in your mouth.

It went on like that for a while, if you refused to open your mouth he would say something that pissed you off enough to speak. And he would take that opportunity to shove more soup in your mouth.

By the time you finished the third bowl you were tired of fighting him, you slumped against him and kept your mouth open for the next spoonful. It was after the fifth bowl that you stopped, you were full and sleepy. Maybe a nap wouldn't hurt.