As it says in the title, these are oneshots of characters from Blogthegreatrouge's comic series
Bendy and Boris; the quest for the ink machine.
I own none of the artwork. I found them all between google and thebbros tumblr.
Some of them I di...
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
Passing time and many years after
Cant rewind these images around me
Oswald was in the cemetery, knelt down crying with his head pressed to the cold polished granite slab.
He looked up with teary eyes, brushing the dirt away from the engraved writing.
Your name etched in the smooth surface beneath the rabbit's quaking palm.
His memories of you rung fresh.
Why did he have to lose you too?
How time can be so cruel then turn out to be kind
You and I together in our home town
Ortensia had long passed, leaving him alone.
You were a close friend of hers and now were his.
He needed the emotional support and comfort, which you gladly gave.
You lived only a couple blocks away from him.
How can I forget about those hopes now
But nothing stays for long
Just when Ozzy thought it was all over, that he could move on, you fell ill.
It wasn't the inkness, but it was just as deadly.
You had cancer.
Forget it and move on in the end
Our clock had been stopped but now I hear it tick again
It's telling me I should move on
The clock seemed to move so slow when you were in pain.
You'd look to him as he'd fuss over you needlessly.
"You would do best to just forget me. Let me be just another memory and move on. Be happy for once Ozzy"
The sorrow and relief that slowly piled up on me
Are slowly washing far away from me
The day you passed, he felt pained and relieved.
You were gone, but now you weren't suffering in pain anymore.
Sadly, what was left of his emotions had disappeared as he became a hollowed shell.
All that was left was the husk of the man he once was.
It's funny how something so deeply cutting into me
Reminds me of something I wanted so bad
He refused to eat, to sleep, to do anything but reluctantly breathe.
He picked up the habit of self harming, cutting over and over again.
