It was the middle of the night and everyone was asleep except for one little ink demon. Moving with a grace that came from years of stalking and hunting prey, Bendy snuck down the stairs and into the backyard. It was a few days since he had rescued Matt and the neighborhood was really starting to accept the ink creatures. But while that was good, Bendy had other things on his mind. Like the new form of his he discovered…
He wasn't afraid of his new form, not really, because he had discovered in order to protect his friend. (Though there was a part of him that was worried that he wasn't afraid.) But he was wary of this new form and what it meant that he could become it. He needs to find out if he was a danger to his family, and the best way to do that was to experiment with it.
It was a clear night with a bright full moon, but Bendy paid it no mind, focusing inward. Bendy hesitated for a moment before calling on his new form, letting his body shift and grow. Bendy's new tail flicked behind him as he looked over himself. His body was far more stable than his Ink Demon form, so he wasn't constantly dripping ink. He had a lot of spikes on his body now, even going down his spine. His hands and feet were clawed and his teeth were sharp. And of course, all the killer instincts he had were letting him know just how easy it would be for him to tear someone apart. He was the ultimate predator like this…
And despite all that… Bendy didn't feel any fear that he would hurt anyone he cared about.
All those killer and demonic instincts that Bendy had been fighting for so long because they were the Liar's way of controlling him, were now under his control. They weren't overwhelming him as they used to, instead, he could use them to protect those he cared about. His grin widens in genuine happiness and his tail waved rapidly as well. He knew deep down, that his relapses and panic attacks would decrease dramatically after this because he had finally accepted a part of himself that he had been trying to bury for so long.
His wings fluttered behind him, reminding Bendy of their existence. Curious, he unfolded them to get a better look. They glimmered as shifted, looking like more solid versions of his ink shadows and Bendy wondered if they could even work. Experimentally, Bendy began to flap, staring in amazement as his feet began to rise of the off the ground. Letting out a quiet excited whistle, Bendy flapped his wings harder and took off into the sky.
The wind rushed past Bendy he swooped, dove, and climbed. He laughed as he flew through the air marveling at the sense of fun and freedom. The thrill of it made fly higher and higher, making him feel so close to the stars and like he could just reach out and touch the moon. After being trapped underground for most of his life, Bendy never even imagined he would feel freedom like this.
But more than the physical freedom, Bendy revealed in the emotional and mental freedom that came from no longer being haunted by his instincts and the fear that he would kill those he cared about, which had been burdening him greatly especially after the incident with Emily. Finally, it felt like he was truly leaving the Studio behind.
Landing carefully on the roof of his home, Bendy looked fondly at all the glowing orbs he could see resting within, the souls of his family. He still had a lot to learn and understand with his new form and powers, but he felt almost eager to learn. He would be more capable than ever to protect those he cared about and he was determined to protect them.
Bendy watched the glowing souls for a while before he started to drift off. Returning to his room via ink portal, Bendy shrunk back down to his toon form. Yawning, Bendy crawled into his bed and drifted to sleep, his dreams full of flying through the stars.