∾ Tempters of Tempers ∾
- Chapter 10-
Warnings for this chapter: Cursing
⊱⊰ Bendy's Pov⊱⊰
I yawned, hugging my pillow closer. The warmth surrounding me was intoxicating, and I had no intention to move. Ever. I knew it had most likely been hours, possibly days since I did anything other then rest and eat. I just didn't want to do anything else. The fact that I had nothing else to actually do helped. My life was; eat, sleep and sit around all day. How fun, right? I grumbled to myself as I changed positions, flopping to the side to glare at the window. Moving was hard. Stupidly hard. Its funny how something so mundane and easy now seemed difficult with this heat.
I had to get out. This wasn't good for me. What had my life come to if I was content with sitting around all day. I wasn't that old yet, was I? I tried moving my body, my limbs protesting and feeling like putty. I ignored them, before I rolled out of the light. I stopped, feeling the familiar coma- inducing heat start to disperse. I sighed in relief, before I waited for the warmth to fade to more tolerable levels.
Soon enough, I was able to stand up and stretch, feeling some of my joints pop back into place as I finally used them. I shook out some of the lingering heat, muffled a yawn, before looking to the flap I had used to escape. Another escape run wouldn't hurt, would it?
⊱⊰ Saltzer's Pov⊱⊰
I watched Bendy get out of from under the heat lamp with difficulty, mildly concerned it was that hard for him to move. He eyed the flap, and I thought he was hungry. Nope. I jumped out of my seat in shock when 6030 bent down, and proceeded to start wriggling through the flap. I rushed out of the observation room, looking at the Scp that had already halfway escaped. "Now just what do you think you're doing?" I stood in front of the little escape artist, tapping my foot impatiently. Bendy looked up, stopping in his tracks. "̷S̴h̴i̴t̷.̸"̷ I lifted my foot up, before gently starting to push him back in. "̸N̴o̶n̴o̶n̸o̴n̴o̶n̸o̵n̸o̷"̷ Bendy struggled against my foot, and I soon realized I was losing rather spectacularly.
I removed my foot, allowing the Scp to fully wiggle out of the flap. He stood up, making a move to book it down the hall before I grabbed his arm. "Nope. We're not doing this. Back in." Bendy hissed, before yanking his arm out of my grip. "̴I̵m̸ ̵n̵o̵t̴ ̸g̷o̸i̴n̶g̸ ̶b̵a̷c̵k̴ ̶i̶n̷.̷" He protested, starting to walk down the hallway. I figured I wouldn't win this fight, and just hurried to catch up with him. "How'd you even fit through there?" I asked, glancing at the Scp I was walking besides. "̴J̴u̷s̷t̶ ̶c̸a̸n̴.̴"̵ Again with the shallow answers. "But how?" I continued to pester him as we subconsciously headed towards the cafeteria. "̶Y̸o̸u̴ ̶r̸e̸a̴l̵l̵y̴ ̶w̵a̵n̵n̷a̴ ̴k̶n̶o̵w̵?̴"̷ The Scp sighed, stopping to look at me. "Yes." I looked at him expectantly. "̶F̵i̵n̶e̶.̵ ̷I̵ ̸s̶h̸i̷f̸t̴e̸d̶ ̷m̵y̴ ̶b̷o̴n̸e̸s̸ ̶s̶o̷ ̸I̴ ̷c̸o̵u̷l̸d̸ ̶f̷i̵t̴.̸ ̷H̵a̴p̶p̶y̸ ̴n̴o̴w̷?̴"̶ I nodded, moving my gaze down the hall to spot the lucky patrol that would deal with him. I squinted at the leader's face, before recognizing him. Shit, could my luck get any worse?
⊱⊰ Bendy's Pov⊱⊰
I followed the scientist's gaze down the hall, glancing at the man's quickly twisted expression. Apparently, he didn't like those guards. I tried to sneak away, only for the scientist to glare at me. I shifted back, acting like I had done nothing wrong. The group of armed men quickly approached, and I noticed the leader almost immediately. Usually the entitled ones had some sort of power, and you could clearly see that this specimen was a prime example. He looked pissed, and as soon as he reached us, started screaming. The strange thing? He wasn't yelling at me. The human next to me was getting the brunt of the noise. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU LET IT OUT!? HOW STUPID DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO IGNORE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!? GET IT BACK TO ITS CELL SALTZER OR ELSE I'LL PERSONALLY TERMINATE YOU!"
The screaming continued while the scientist looked more and more annoyed and frustrated. I was getting annoyed too. My hearing was rather good, and his constant screaming wasn't very pleasant. He hadn't gotten one word in yet, being constantly interrupted by Mr. Screams-A-Lot. After a few more minutes of insults and threats, he turned to me. "AND YOU! GET BACK TO YOUR CELL! DO YOU WANT TO BE TERMINATED TOO?!" He pointed the wrong way down the hall to try to tell me where to go. I scoffed. "̶W̴o̴w̶.̴ ̸Y̶o̷u̶'̸r̵e̴ ̸a̷n̷ ̷i̷d̸i̵o̸t̷.̶ ̴I̴'̵v̶e̸ ̷n̷e̶v̵e̸r̵ ̷h̷a̶d̴ ̷t̵h̴e̴ ̷q̸u̶e̷s̷t̷i̴o̶n̴a̷b̵l̴e̷ ̷p̷l̷e̸a̷s̷u̴r̵e̸ ̵o̴f̵ ̶m̸e̶e̷t̸i̶n̸g̸ ̸s̶o̸m̴e̵b̶o̴d̵y̷ ̸o̶n̶ ̴y̷o̴u̶r̵ ̶l̴e̸v̶e̴l̷ ̴o̴f̴ ̴d̵i̵p̷s̴h̶i̸t̴.̴ ̷D̶o̴ ̵u̶s̶ ̸a̴l̵l̷ ̴a̷ ̶f̷a̸v̶o̶r̴ ̶a̸n̷d̴ ̵f̶u̴c̷k̵ ̵o̷f̶f̶.̸"̵ I chuckled at the man's imitation of a fish. "WHY YOU- HOW DARE- LITTLE-" He spluttered, before finally choking out a coherent sentence. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" I looked him over. Classic guard uniform, totally-not-dyed hair, and a red face that looked close to boiling temperatures. He also had a name card stuck on the front of his shirt. It read: 'Simon Nelson" Time to add another name to my shitlist. How many am I even at by now? I hadn't even been here for that long. "̶I̶ ̴d̸o̵n̵'̸t̷ ̸r̷e̵a̷l̸l̴y̶ ̴c̵a̸r̸e̵ ̷w̷h̸o̴ ̴a̴n̴ ̸e̵g̷o̸t̷i̶s̸t̸i̴c̴a̷l̸ ̴b̵r̷a̷t̵ ̸i̵s̴,̴ ̸s̷o̴ ̸n̸o̶.̴"̵
"WELL, AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M THE HEAD OF SECURITY. THAT MEANS I'M IN CHARGE. IF YOU DON'T DO WHAT I SAY RIGHT FUCKING NOW I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!!" I chuckled. I didn't think a little shit like him could hurt me, and besides, this was fun. "̵E̴h̵.̶ ̶I̴'̸m̶ ̵g̴o̴n̴n̴a̸ ̴c̷a̴l̴l̶ ̶y̴o̵u̵ ̴S̸c̷r̸e̵a̷m̷y̷.̸"̸ The man's eyes bulged. "ARE YOU DEAF?! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" During all of this the scientist had stepped back, watching with wide eyes. "̶W̴e̶l̶l̸ ̷S̸c̷r̸e̵a̷m̷y̷,̵ ̴I̷ ̸m̸i̶g̷h̴t̸ ̶b̴e̸ ̷n̶o̶w̸.̵"̶ He looked me over. "GET YOUR BLIND SKANKY ASS BACK IN CONTAINMENT. NOW." I frowned, starting to get annoyed. "̷I̵'̶m̵ ̴n̷o̵t̶ ̶b̴l̵i̵n̸d̷.̵ ̴Y̸o̸u̴ ̶c̴e̴r̴t̵a̶i̸n̶l̶y̷ ̸a̵r̴e̷ ̷t̵h̷o̵u̷g̶h̶.̷"̷ It was his turn to scoff. "I don't see any eyes. Now, BACK TO CONTAINMENT!" I suddenly grinned. "̷I̷ ̸d̴o̴n̶'̴t̴ ̷s̶e̸e̷ ̸a̴ ̷b̷r̴a̷i̶n̴,̸ ̵s̴o̸ ̴a̵r̸e̸ ̸y̸o̶u̴ ̷b̷r̵a̵i̸n̶l̷e̶s̸s̶?̴"̴ He glared at me "NO-" I cut him off. "̵S̶t̵o̵p̸ ̷a̵c̵t̷i̸n̵g̵ ̵l̷i̷k̴e̷ ̸a̴ ̷f̷o̸o̸l̶ ̶t̵h̸e̷n̴ ̴a̸n̸d̶ ̵g̶r̶o̶w̴ ̷t̵h̸e̴ ̸f̵u̷c̶k̸ ̴u̶p̶.̵"̴
I cackled at his dumbfounded expression, before the blank look turned into fury. The man lunged at me, foaming at the mouth. I yelped as he tackled me, not expecting it in the slightest. My spines dug into the hard tiled floor, creating an uncomfortable feeling down my back. He sat his ass on top of me, before rearing his fist back for a punch. I dully noted Saltzer was being held back by the guards as my body switched from casual mode to fight. Everything seemed hazy besides the fight. Nothing mattered but the fight. I grabbed the fist as it came down, digging my claws into his wrist before snapping it like a stick. The man screamed, leaning back to clutch his injured appendage. I shoved him off me, making him crash back down on the floor. I crouched on top of him, my tail keeping me balanced as he started to writhe. I lunged, letting my claws wrap around his neck and tilt head up. He froze, knowing full well my claws were near a very vital place. "̷̧̥͐I̴̳̻̽̽ ̷̣̤́t̴͉̐̿h̶̗̯̒ȉ̴̺̩̄n̶̡͍̅͆k̷̳͖̈́ ̶̯͋̅w̸̦̘̆͝e̶̳͒͛ ̶͋̕ͅc̸͎̀à̸̱̬͝n̴̲̒̀͜ ̸̢̼̃̎a̷͖̚l̸͉͈͗̂l̵̨̤͐ ̸͕͎͐a̶͋͜g̴̠̦̃ŕ̷̠͜͠ẻ̸̳ĕ̵̜̌ ̵͕̆̐t̶̲͖͌h̷͉͛a̴̝̯̔t̵̫͚̎ ̵̗̔̔ẁ̶̹̠͗a̵̱͛̀ͅs̶͍͙͊͘ ̷̪̩͂͘ä̶̧̯́ ̶̜̭́s̵͔̈́́t̸̨͠u̴̥͝p̴̡̐ỉ̸̢̕d̵̮͚́ ̶͚͋t̶̛̲̭̅h̴͓͌͠ī̴̞̒ͅn̴͎͛g̸̤͊ ̸̼̌͛t̵̬̅õ̵̳̩ ̷̰̱̿̓d̴̞͋ő̷̲̩.̴̦͝ ̶͔͑N̶͕̝͊͂o̶̙̊w̸̛ͅ,̴̖̉͐ ̶̹͐w̸̦͠h̸͖̯̄ȃ̴̬t̷̲̻͊'̶̟͌̀s̸͖͛ ̸̖̦̊ș̴̀t̴͇̘͝ǫ̷̭̽͐p̷͔̾̕p̶͕̃ỉ̷̡͓̈́n̶̡̲̄g̷̛̝̥ ̷̩̀̾m̵̬͈̄e̸͇͈̔̊ ̶͚̒f̵̦̚r̴͇̃ǒ̷̜̒͜m̴̭̂̀ ̷̻̣͐k̸̝͛͑į̸͗l̷̠̱̊̈l̶͇̈́̾ͅi̶̗͋ń̵̝̭̑g̸͕͝ ̴̧͆̾y̶̦͒͑ö̴̯́ù̷̗ ̸̤̓̐p̴̜͓̅ä̴̬̣́̐t̸̹̭͛h̶̢͉̐͗e̷̬̟̾t̶̳̔̈́i̷̱͒͝c̵̢̣͌ ̴̖͋w̷̩̫͒à̸̰͙̏ş̷̰́̐t̸͖̀ě̷͔̬ ̸̤̓ͅǫ̶̼͂̇f̸̦͊̉ ̴̰̗̆̑ō̶͓x̴̩̄̓ẏ̴̛̗͙g̴͇̮͌̋e̷̼̤̽n̷̬̗̓?̶̡̱͛̄"̴̺̾̒ He shivered, not trusting himself to speak. That was probably a good idea. His first of the day. "̵͒͜Ẇ̴̹e̷͈͑l̶͉̉l̴̲̃?̴͉͐"̵̦̋ His voice was choked and afraid. "P-please.. I-I don't want to die.. I'll do anything!.." I sneered at him. "̶͕͂G̷̟̾ơ̶͈ỏ̶̥d̸̞̊ ̷̗̆è̸̟n̷̦̎ȯ̸̩u̸̹̿g̶̲̕ḩ̶̈́.̶̗̽"̷̭̚ I let go, getting off him before scurrying to a safe distance just in case he tried for round two. I didn't think he would. He scrambled up, wincing at his injured wrist. If the man had a tail I'm sure it would've been between his legs. Quite the crowd had formed during our little 'disagreement.'
The man was rushed away from the scene, while I was escorted away from the crowd. I didn't fight this time; I'd had enough action for one day. I received quite a few stares as I walked past the dispersing crowd, and I felt my spines prick up in case I was challenged again. Nobody would get close after my little brawl. I was taken to one of the medical rooms to be poked at again. Ugh. I huffed as Saltzer walked in, along with Mike, Peter and the kid I kept seeing. The guards all stood unnecessarily close, while the scientist inspected me. It took all my willpower to keep from lashing out at the people next to me. My instincts were still running high because of the fight. How do I ever get into these situations?
⊱⊰ Saltzer's Pov⊱⊰
I poked at 6030's chest, the Scp leaning away with a hiss. Mike stepped up behind him to make sure he didn't bolt, but it had quite the opposite affect. It seemed to flip a switch in him. Bendy snarled, twisting around to lash at Mike. Alright then. It only took ten seconds before he was pinned on the floor. It was a very one sided fight, but all three guards ended up with multiple scratches on various areas of their bodies, mostly on their arms. Bendy was growling, a deep, almost inaudible sound that rattled some of the equipment. I bent down to his level, trying to see his face practically smashed to the floor. The kid was kneeling on Bendy's back, keeping his arms, and claws, twisted in an almost painful position. I knew that Bendy probably wasn't in pain, since I'd seen him manage even stranger and more painful positions when stretching and escaping from the flap. Mike was kneeling on the floor, having his hands full keeping Bendy's down and tail out of the way. The blade on the end was rather sharp, and I was pretty sure somebody had at least gotten scratched once by it. "Calm down Bendy. You're fine. We're just holding you still. Calm down." He didn't seem reassured by my words. He tried to wiggle free of the chokehold, quickly stopping when Peter squeezed tighter in warning. Bendy was forced to listen to me as I tried to deescalate the situation.
After ten minutes or so, Bendy had stopped growling and was merely looking like he wanted to burn the place down. Cautiously, the guards let him up off the floor, both teams backing away quickly. Bendy scurried away from the door, his spines on end and back arched like a cat. Peter stood by me, while Mike and the kid, whose name was James, stood in front of the path to the door. There was a staredown between the guards and the Scp, finally ending when Bendy shook himself out, settling his spines down before walking back to the table. The guards were leery of him, but seemed to calm a bit when he sat back down. The rest of the inspection flew by, but nobody ever tried approaching him from behind again. I suspected that was the reason Bendy had reacted like that.
We finished up, and I turned back to our resident troublemaker. "You know you're probably in massive trouble for what you pulled with Simon, right?" Bendy snorted. "̶I̷'̴l̵l̵ ̷b̸e̸ ̵f̴i̸n̵e̵e̵e̵.̸ ̸N̴o̷t̵ ̸l̵i̵k̵e̵ ̵t̴h̶a̸t̵ ̷a̷s̴s̸h̵o̸l̶e̴ ̸c̷o̵u̵l̷d̵ ̸d̷o̶ ̶a̶n̷y̵t̵h̶i̶n̸g̶ ̸e̶i̸t̴h̵e̸r̸.̴"̶ Mike raised an eyebrow. "Uh. You do know Simon is the head of security, right? He could get us all terminated by making up some bullshit lie." Bendy just shrugged. It didn't concern him at all that his life was on the line. Either that or he didn't think Simon was a big deal. "But, since this is all done and over with, I say good fucking job." I smirked at the Scp's surprised expression. I continued, "Simon is a major asshole. He is constantly pushing everybody around because of his statues, and its nice to see him in trouble for once." Everybody had different expressions, but they all shared the same emotion. Bendy and Mike both had shit-eating grins, Peter and I were smirking, and James looked close to hysterics. "Wow. I have never heard anybody talk bad about Simon. Usually everybody's too afraid of being terminated." James managed to choke out between held back laughter. He was probably recalling the event. We joked about Simon for a little while, before deciding to head back to our respective places.
Soon enough, Bendy was back under his heat lamp, the three musketeers were back with their teams and I was doing paperwork in my room. Each event and interaction with a Scp had to be carefully documented as evidence. It would be a long night...
//Holy carp, I'm sorry for not updating last week. I got hit hard with school, had writers block (Had ideas for new stories to try to get rid of that cursed thing) and my procrastination kicked in overtime. Unfortunately, that's just how life is. If I'm being honest with myself, I'm glad I can update as much as I do and write as much as I write, comparing to some writers who basically update every month or so and have tiny chapters. I'll keep trying to update as much as I can.
Safe reading- Odey