Bendy Picture Novels & Stories

How would I breathe without her beside me? I caught movement in my peripheral. I shifted my gaze just in time to see Mario make a motion with his hand. He lunged for Veda as shots fired around me. In slow motion, I swung my arm to the left and pulled the trigger. Mario's right shoulder jerked back as my bullet caught him, but he didn't stop. He kept going, ducking behind Veda like the fucking coward he was and pulling her against him with his good arm as I took aim again.

Being at the edge of wakefulness and sleep, a hypnotic state, was necessary for astral projection to occur. He recalled what the guru said: to flex his muscles and then loosened them. He started with his toes and worked his way up to his body, gradually making his way to his head. He made sure every muscle was completely relaxed. Use your mind to flex your body part, but do not physically move it. Visualize your toes wiggling, or your fingers twisting and bending until it seems as though they are physically moving. Extend your focus to the rest of your body. Move your legs, your arms, and your head using only your mind. Keep your focus steady until you’re able to move your whole body in you

But after a couple of minutes, he sighed triumphantly while grinning from ear to ear. "That...That was the abyss. The orb has been eaten by another space. It was transported into another place!" he said not scratching the wide smile he couldn't dare to hide. *** Weeks later *** Tears left Lysidrian’s eyes. ‘I never thought it would end up like this.’ He knocked the ground and a giant pentagram laid on the floor catching the whole piece of the machine. The machine was an octagon-based cubicle that had eight posts connected to each edge of the octagon. The pentagram was glittering blue, it made Lysidrian's hair and clothes float.

"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out." He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it. “Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.” My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed. The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.