A Symbiotic Heart (Symbiote!Bendy x Reader) [Under Revamp]

Chapter Six

(The chapter would not move, for it was completely glitched out. So, I had to delete it and repost it. Now it has zero comments, reads, and stars. ;-;)

"Okay. Okay. Okay. So we're here. In New York City. Holy shit this place is crowded..." You gawk at the number of people at the airport. Apparently people fly here all the time. Everything seems so compact, and a bunch of other people keep bumping into you. Bendy really wants to bash them against a wall or something for clashing with you, but you are trying your best to keep his patience in line.

"Okay, let's go some place where I'm not getting shoved every five seconds, and where I can call a taxi." You mumble as to not get accused of talking to yourself, not that it would make a difference considering the noise level of this place.

At this point, the both of you are irritated by how rude people already seem to be here, but you already have been informed about this ahead of time. Many people have warned you about people's attitudes, the crime rate, the muggings, and just about everything else that makes this place nearly impossible to tolerate. Your symbiote companion, however, was not warned of these things...well, except for the crime and muggings. Now you are trying your best to keep him under control. His anger radiates like a bin of toxic waste, which is really radiated.

By the time you make it out of the airport with all of your stuff, the sun has already started setting. Right now, you don't even have time to pull out your phone and check how late it is.

"Alright, time to call a taxi..." Pulling out your phone, you whistle, "Damn, seven p.m. already? Holy shit." You look up some taxi numbers for where you are and get a few results.

We're goin' straight to the hotel. Smellin' the roses can wait for when we've settled.

"Already planned on exactly that." Another mumble, because talking to yourself looks really weird, especially out loud and really loud. Even though the two of you can talk "in your head," it still feels like a more solid and meaningful conversation when said out loud. If you absolutely want to talk to him out loud, you can start using that phone trick. "Hotels jack up the prices when it's night time since people are practically desperate to find somewhere to rest, so I'd rather get my apartment now than spend the night at a hotel for extra. Maybe if we got here a bit early we could have, but not anymore."

Smart, but annoyin' of 'em.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Let's just hope this won't take too long..."

***

You have managed to get a ride from a taxi, and have avoided tipping him even after he tried guilt tripping you into giving him more money (with the help of Bendy's convincing).

You arrived at the apartment complex and spoke to the landlord, who is a pretty great guy. Not only did he give the okay for you to live in the desired apartment, he also gave you a tour of it, information on neighbors, and information on how to get around the area. Unfortunately, you do have roudy neighbors, but that's alright. At least you aren't in an apartment with a shitty landlord, shitty living conditions, and no nearby food markets or resteraunts.

Now here you stand, in your new apartment. Standard, yet comfy furniture lyes in front of you, basking in standard lighting. A brown couch and recliner face a TV resting on a TV stand, looking cushiony and lovable. A small coffee table lyes in the middle of it all with a creamy almost white brown carpet underneath with brown borders and patterns. The coffee table itself is made of wood and stained glass; white and grey stained glass. The floors are wooden and the front room and kitchen are one of the same, with no walls separating them. The kitchen has a counter border surrounding it, and tiles make up the flooring of when you walk "into" the kitchen.