no beta we die like my sleeping schedule

[REDACTED]: "Did you know that a shrimp's heart is in its head? Does that mean that Shrimpo isn't actually hot headed but 'hot hearted'? HA! That was funny, right, riiiight?"

Boris: "Mhm..."

I love to draw cuddly Boris...

Napping buds! Wonder how you'd sleep with a loud snorer like him?

BIRB! Shelly that's not how you hold a bird!

Bendy: "See, you could never go wrong with flowers."

[REDACTED]: "Wow, these are gorgeous! Where'd you learn to make these?"

Bendy: "Mm. Just somewhere. Don't worry about it."

The night is young and the music is alive! Swing and dance with me!

This was so fun to draw 💛

“Hey Sunshine, some napkins over here please!”

“Coming!”

“Can I ask for water, Ms. Sunshine?!”

“Already on it, kiddo!”

“Why not refill some beer at this table, Sunshine?” A group from one of the nearby tables called out, holding a large mug with a silly grin. 

“No way she’s gonna do it.”  One of his friends whispered.

“Now, you know the rules, Sal.” You placed a hand on your hip pausing at their table while skillfully carrying some trays with a cheeky smile, before walking passed the group moments later. “It’s literally 2 in the afternoon, and you’re on your second cup, no less. What will your wife say?”

“Aw shucks!” He snaps a finger, the teasing grin still there as he responds back in a playful tone. “Worth the shot, though.”

The restaurant echoed with laughter, bright and joyful. The other regulars chuckled  as if this was a normal occurrence with you playing along with them. It was all in good fun and silly jokes.

But, you wanted more.

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“What you up to, my little sun?”

“Dad, dad look! The evening star!” You remember the times when you were little, stargazing with your father just by your bedroom window. Pointing to a star that never seems to move as long as your gaze was on it. You  remember the fairy tales he would tell and the stories he would spin up, leaving you in giggles and laughter in the end.

“In one of my stories, it says if you wish upon the evening star, all your dreams would  surely come true!”

You remember your Mom joining in with you and Dad. 

“Well, you wish on that star, sweetheart.” Your mom giggled as she sat on your bed. “You’re as stubborn as your father.”

“True, my little sun.” He paid no mind to your mom. You remember your father hugging you all together before gently placing a finger on your chest,

 “Wish and dream with all of your little heart, my little sun. But you remember that that  old star can only take you part of the way. You gotta help it along with some hard work of your own, and then, yeah, you can do anything you set your mind to.”

“Just promise your Dad, one thing.” He brought you into a hug.

“Never lose sight of what’s truly important, alright my little actress…?”

“Ok…”

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If only you knew what awaited him a month later. 

“How’d that audition go, Sunshine?” One of the patrons asked. It was the mother of the boy who needed napkins after diving his face into some chocolate cake. To which, you delivered of course, placing a large amount onto their table.  “Dazzled the judges?”

“Oh, you know the usual. Didn’t make it.” You sighed dramatically, playing it off. In a few seconds, you slip a large grin onto your face. 

A practiced one.

The performing one.

“You’ll catch ‘em next time, Sunshine!” Another table calls out to you. “Those suckers don’t know what they’re missing!”

“SHUT IT, TONY! LEAVE THE POOR LASSIE ALONE! CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S DOWN IN THE DUMPS ALREADY?” A patron skillfully throws a wad of napkins directly aiming at the said toon’s head.

“YOU PICKIN’ A FIGHT WITH ME, EZEKIEL?!”

You quietly laughed, the scene of your regular banter putting your mind at ease for a few moments. A distraction from your worries. The smiles and cheers  from customers  to try again. The rejections sitting back at your crumbling place in piles. The thoughts of failing after leaving the audition and leaving knowing you did mess up.

The silence awaiting you after a bus ride home.

It’s become a never-ending rehearsal.

And you know they’re simply trying to cheer you up each time.

You knew they were just playing along.

“FUCK YOU, TONY!”

“WELL, FUCK YOU TOO, EZEKIEL!”

You snap out of your state at another round of their banter and silently take a deep breath, blocking out the familiar restaurant buzz, and the noise of bustling laughter before tucking your troubles into the back of your head and slipping back into reality with your usual smile. Returning to your usual work routine.

“You know me, never give up!” You gracefully spun around before setting down some dishes at a table.

Yet you can still see it. Their exaggerated expressions, their movements, the force from their cheers when you came back with another failed audition.

Putting on an act of their own.

“As much as I like your cheers, especially from you two, you better take it outside.” You chuckled, wearing a grin. “The boss will have my head if his beloved restaurant ends up in pieces because of a little food fight.”

The restaurant erupted in laughter once more with you laughing right along with them.

For a moment, you forgot your worries.

“Sunshine! Come over here, would ya?”

And everything was alright.

All until you met him.

You spun around to see your boss standing near the doorway with his same old impatient look, tapping away with his feet. Your eyes drifted to the side to find a toon right beside him. 

‘A demon…?’ You tilted your head as you went over.

“You got some skill in serving!” You heard him say.

It wasn’t everyday you see a toon in the form of a demon in this side of town, considering their reputation. He was in the typical white and black shades as you see with a lot of them around. Pointy horns, well-dressed and looking smart with a bowtie, vest, and button up shirt with a pair of trousers and loafers to boot.

“Easy on the eyes, doll!” The toon wore a roguish grin, in a way that was more charming than of arrogance. “I know it’s a burden to be this dashing.”

Perhaps, you shouldn’t have met him in the first place.

He lets out a theatrical sigh, brushing the imaginary dust off his clothes.

For a brief second, your skin tingles. Not in the sense of a romantic pull or resembling some kind of infatuation. But, in recognition. There was something uncannily familiar about the way he carried himself and the confidence shown just by his presence. Even his exaggerated  movements and the way he spoke felt rehearsed but at the same time still spontaneous. Like, he knows he is being watched.

You blinked, keeping your expression in place.

“Dashing, huh?” You hummed, playing along. “Quite the assumption. You do seem to think quite highly of yourself, my good sir. Certainly not lacking in confidence, that’s for sure.”

“Don’t destroy the poor fella, Sunshine!” A voice coming from one of your regulars pop up, catching your attention for a brief moment making you laugh with some of the other crowd murmuring and chuckling from what they were witnessing. “He just got here!”

“Don’t mind them.” You shake your head with a smile. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You then turn your head to your grumpy boss who was sighing and folding his arms at the crowd like some disappointed father, silently giggling in your head at his irritated face.

“So, what’s going on, Boss?” You pulled his attention away with a grin, paying no mind to the demon watching. “You planning on hiring a sous chef or some new waiter? Cause if he’s coming for my “Employee of the Month” I’m not letting it go that easy.”

The big boss sighs as he glances at the toon before looking back to you.

“This toon over here wants a show around town.” He jerks his thumb towards the man. “He’s new here, so he hasn’t explored much yet.”

“And he came here?”  You raised a brow to which your boss gave you a look. “Not to be rude or anything, but it's a bit strange to come into a random restaurant for this kind of thing.”

You then swivelled around, about to walk off to continue your work.

“Sorry, but not exactly a tour guide over here.”

But, before you could take a step, the toon’s voice joins in.

“He said you know where the theater is.” The demon clears his throat. “I just need someone to guide me the way.”

“Please, Miss.”

You paused, glancing back to the toon.  It was as if  by instinct, when you noticed the air around changed. For a second, your breath hitched when you saw it, and you felt your heart skip a beat. It was as if it was the same way you do when you step into the room. The same practice.

The look of someone with ambition. 

Another dreamer.

Like you.

“YOU LOOKING TO AUDITION FOR SOMETHING?! OUR GIRL’S FAMILIAR WITH IT!”

“ZIP IT, TONY!”

You flinch  when you hear the familiar banter, pulling yourself out of your daze. 

“You’re the one with the most knowledge, kid.” The boss chimes in, pulling your attention. “Up for the job?”

You raised a brow, feeling the crowd’s eyes on you, a feeling that you’re used to as you stared the toon down. What felt like hours of contemplation, piling into a single minute, you sighed, closing your eyes.

“I’ll double this month’s pay.”

“And I’ll make it worth your time.” The demon winks to which left you unfazed.

“Alright, you got me.”  You looked at the demon toon with a neutral expression, making him jolt a little from the sudden movement. “Not today though, meet me over here tomorrow morning. 8 o’ clock. Don’t be late.”

Just as you turned to get back to work, you glanced over your shoulder at him. He simply met your gaze with a look of quiet confusion. 

“Sorry, but I never got your name.”

The male grins, and you can feel the confidence radiating off of him.

“Bendy. You can call me Bendy, doll.”

You really shouldn’t have met him.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ THE NEXT MORNING - 7:50AM

And here you are, ten minutes earlier than the meeting time. You weren’t exactly a morning person. You swear that sleep is being a luxury these days from these worries. But, after another late night from the constant loop of thinking and disappointment while staring at the ceiling  after receiving a few more rejection letters at your door with the additional electric bill that’s waiting silently on your kitchen table, you’re still going with it. This morning you found yourself getting up early for a shower and getting dressed despite the exhaustion.

“Times can get tough, sweetheart but that’s what hard work is all about….”

You gently leaned your head against the wall bored, before peering at your watch.

8:01 AM.

He’s late.

You clicked your tongue,  grumbling  as you’re feeling the mood swings kicking in  from the sleep deprivation.

“...I could really use a smoke.”

“That ain’t really healthy, don’t you think?” A voice pops in, coming from your right.

Your eyes drift to the side to see Bendy standing a few steps away from you, hands casually in pockets. There was a hint of amusement just tugging at the corner of his lips, no doubt from hearing you talking to yourself like some kind of weirdo. You straightened your posture and looked at him.

“You’re late.” You deadpanned.

“By a minute or two. Figured you’d survive.” He shrugged as he watched you yawn. “Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine in this fine morning, doll.”

‘He’s still on that?’ Your nose wrinkled at the nickname before shaking your head. You then began to walk, your hand waving beckoning him to follow you. “Come on, the sooner we get started, the earlier-”

You then felt a tug from your coat gently tugging you backward. You turned your head to see him staring at you. You felt a sudden tingle on your arm but brushed it off, wearing a poker face.

“What’s wrong now?”

“What’s the rush, doll? Not like we’re on the road to dying or something.” Bendy jerks his thumb to a nearby cafe behind him. “Breakfast?”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You do realize you made me wait, right?”

“From what I saw, you look like you were early.”

“Common courtesy, since I gave the time.” You rebutted, putting on a practiced smile. “...Still, made me wait.”

“And now I’m paying back.” He remarks back, folding his arms with a cheeky grin. 

“By making me wait longer?” You raised a brow, playing along.

“By treating you to breakfast.” He points back to the cafe once more. “My treat.”

You paused in hesitation, your gaze shifting  between him and the cafe. After a few minutes, you breathe a sigh of defeat and switch directions, heading towards the cafe with him catching up and walking beside you.

“Don’t tell the boss man about this.”

“That you’re not properly doing your job as a tourguide?” His grin widens.

“No, that we're paying a visit to one of his competitions.” You shake your head, feeling the corners of your lips lift upwards but kept calm before the demon notices. “Would break his heart.”

“Oh.”

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“You know you never told me your name yesterday.”

“...Did I? Well, I suppose it’s only fair since you did give me yours." You murmured as you were both settled down waiting for the meals to be served in about  fifteen to twenty minutes. You sighed and gave him your name.

“Oh?”

“What?” You took a sip of coffee, closing your eyes as you feel the warm caffeine in your bloodstream waking you up. “My name too good for those lips?”

“Wait, that’s not it!” You saw him splutter. He then cleared his throat, pulling himself together in a matter of seconds.

A true performer indeed.

“I was just surprised, that’s all.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I remember the crowd calling you sunshine yesterday.”

“Oh that?” You shrugged, leaning your head onto your hand in thought. “Just some nickname I picked up along the way. Not like I started it. Just some hard work I put into being nice to the regulars.”

Hard work?

‘What a joke….’  You thought miserably.

“I mean I think I see the charm despite your morning grouch.” You slightly narrowed your eyes at those words.

“Why are you so interested in getting to know me anyway…?” You sighed, feeling yourself drain a bit.

“Not sure.” He hums, watching your reaction.

You looked up from your coffee, finding yourself stiffed under his intense stare. You felt unsettled as well as vulnerable. You felt strangely exposed under his gaze as if he was peering through you, taking a peek underneath the persona you’ve been using.

“I just think we have something in common…”

What you were hiding.

What you were still barely clinging on to.

You unconsciously tightened your grip around your coffee.

“You seem like a dreamer.”

Before you can open your mouth to respond, a waiter appears to interrupt the atmosphere, bringing you your orders that you were grateful for. What perfect timing. As they set down the dishes, you take that moment to take a breather and gather your thoughts, taking a large gulp of coffee, letting the warmth from it distract you for a few minutes. 

“Aren’t you the Dancing Demon, The Darling Dancers?!” You blinked out of your daze, instantly deadpanning when you see Bendy acting sheepishly with the server who looks to be gushing from what you understand. “Aren’t you two usually a duo?”

“Darling Dancers…?” You murmured.

Was he famous?

“That’s me!” Now you could tell with the exaggerated gestures that he was putting on an act. “As for my partner, duty calls from his area, but I’m here on business.”

“My younger sister talks about you.” The waiter says cheerfully, pulling out a notepad and pen. “You were about three towns over performing right? Oh, my sis will be so happy about this. M-May I ask for your autograph?”

“Anything for a darling fan!”

Alright, but you really had to keep your poker face from wrinkling just from that.

You weren't entirely sure what to make of this because from the people at the other tables, they didn’t seem all too interested. However, you can see there were a few eyes at your booth.

‘So is he famous…?”

You stayed unusually quiet throughout breakfast, your thoughts lingering on your earlier scene. Every so often, he'd ask another question, patiently drawing you back to the present before your mind wandered off again. 

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Even after the cafe, you still find yourself thinking back to that scene. You were only supposed to give him a tour, make at least some small talk and then it was done. And then after, you don’t ever have to see him again. Go about your day and deal with your work shifts once without ever having to worry about him while you were trying to make your own dreams come true.

Yet, why does it hurt?

You barely knew him.

You shouldn’t get distracted.

“I just think we have something in common…”

“...Not that it’s any of my business, but y’know curiosity kills the cat.” You began as you both strolled together in the streets, introducing him to thE best shops and where toons usually go. “But I doubt it's only a coincidence that you came into our restaurant asking for a tour. Either you didn’t want to pay for a fee or you must be one of the pals of my boss.”

Bendy hums, tail gently swishing behind him. “Close, but not exactly. Friend of a friend. My partner told me that this area would be a great place to perform our next show.”

“Hm, well that answers why you wanted to check out the theater here.” You murmured, thoughts surfacing in your mind. “And I’m guessing your partner is your little half of your dancing pair…”

“Oh~ now you want to know about me now, doll?”  The demon asked with a teasing grin.

“Just wondering about my client who wants a tour of our oh, so beautiful town. You’ve asked a lot of questions about me, haven’t you?” You exaggerated, playing to his tune as he lets out a chuckle.

“I just thought we seemed similar.”

You had the same thoughts but wasn’t willing to make that connection yet.

“And I still have no idea what you mean by that.” You sighed with a small smile. “Ah, looks like we’re at the park.”

“Sure you don’t.”

The air felt casual now, with the way you two were talking as if you were both old friends with the classic banters. You were both walking at a comfortable pace as joggers and cyclists  drifted through the area with the sound of children playing as if it were white noise.

Little by little, you found yourself  unconsciously getting attached.

“...You know you never asked about it.”

“About what?” Eyebrows knitted together as you glance at him in question.

“About what happened at the coffee shop.” He commented. “You seemed to be at least curious about that.”

You were but you didn’t know whether to ask to further the connection you both had at the moment.

“...And if I am?”

“Then, you only need to ask. Not like I’m the devil or something.” Bendy responds, his hand drifting about with the same cheeky smile. “C’mon, I’m an open book, baby.”

“Right.” You shake your head at his antics, feeling a grin tugging at the corners to which he responds with a bigger smile when he catches sight of it. “And that won’t result in you blowing up that ego of yours?”

“Hey! I can be a humble guy.”

But, you couldn’t help but want to know more about him with each moment beginning to feel he was less of a stranger.

“...Alright, I’ll bite.” You sighed, rolling your eyes with a smile causing him to look smug for a brief second. “What was that about?”

“You could at least ask a bit more nicely, ya know.” He catches sight of you deadpanning and continues. “But if you must know, I'm a bit of a dancer. Been in this entertainment shindig together with my partner, Dandy for a little over a while now.”

“Darling Dancers, wasn’t it?” You pondered. “For a star, I would at least expect a bit of a crowd interrupting our meal.”

“Ouch!” He places a hand over his heart. “I’m still in the process of it sweetheart. I’m getting there.”

A laugh slips past your lips, with you covering it up with a hand, catching you off guard. But, Bendy hears it anyway, and for a moment you weren’t able to see his gaze on you with his cheeks faintly pink while still looking triumphant.

“I suppose, in a way this makes sense. Especially with you wanting to check out the theater.” You wiped a tear from your eye as you finally set sights on the park’s exit, “You seem to be quite the performer.”

He pauses, taking a stop as he watches your figure walk past and ahead of him. “Now, what does that mean…?

“I think you know exactly what it means!” You called out from afar with a grin. “Now quit dawdling over there! Hurry up with those legs of yours, we still have the theater to see!”

“Now that just hurts, doll. Are you calling me short?” 

“Quit the dramatics, we’re just about the same height, if not a little taller.”

“Still hurts.”

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The theater wasn’t exactly grand or lavish. Nor was it exactly over the top. It wasn’t exactly the first choice for anyone to perform there from first glance but it was  still decent, carrying a quiet charm of its own. Especially at night with the lights casting a soft glow that attracted the eyes of every toon together with the marquee in bold letters of whatever performer was there that night.

This was the very same place where your dream was born.

You remembered your father taking you to your first show when you were little. If you could recall correctly it was a simple show about a princess who dreamed of her prince only for him to appear as a frog. It was quite blurry really since it was that long ago.

But, you remember the sparkles, the singing, the crowd. You remembered how the audience were clapping and cheering thundering throughout the theater while they toss out flowers into the air as the main actress took her final bow underneath the stage lights.

And she was glowing.

And you wanted nothing more but to take a step into that world.

“Dad, I want to be a star!”

“You have my support, my little sunshine.”

And now here you were back in the same spot where it all began. After the countless auditions you went through, held here. And you tried your luck at the town over. And the other town over. The begging, the pleading, the anger, the time off from work, the lines you’ve practiced, even after all that.  All for them to write the same answers through letters.

The same script, the same ending.

The same gentle rejection.

Yet, you’re still trying.

You stared at the doors longer than you liked to admit as if it were the very gateways to your wish. For a brief moment, you felt yourself worn out, your gaze dull as you looked at the place unaware of the demon’s eyes on you.

‘Is this really what hard work gets you, dad…?’

“Hey.”

“Hm?” You blinked, snapping out of your trance when you heard Bendy calling your name. You turn your head to him. “Something the matter?”

“Nothing, you just seemed occupied, that’s all.”  You saw that his hand outstretched towards you to which he quickly pulled back with a sheepish look. “What’s got you thinking?”

You were silent for a few seconds, clearly contemplating what answer to give.

“...It’s just been a while since I’ve been here, that’s all.” You decided to settle with as you took some steps towards it. “Used to come here all the time when I was younger.”

Bendy’s eyes widened a little before he follows behind you.

However, before you can reach the door, you heard a yell coming from your far right.

“HEY!” You stiffen, swivelling your head to find a security guard walking towards you both.

“Sorry, you two, but theater’s closed right now.” The security toon says with a gentle but firm tone. “There’s been a bit of an accident in the comfort rooms, so they’re still working on that.”

“Oh, we weren’t aware of that, sir.” You responded politely. “I was giving my friend here a tour around our town. And I thought to let him check this place out.”

“Ah, a newcomer, eh? Well, tough luck today, kids.” The guard scratches the back of his neck, unsure what to do. His eyes glances at the demon for a moment before  turning to you. “Better come back in around two weeks  from what I heard. Then you'll get to see her in all her glory.”

“Understood, officer!” He gave out a playful salute to which you sighed and gently placed a hand on your forehead.

“...Well, see you around, kids. I still have some business to do. Got an errand to run.” He narrowed his eyes and walked away. “Don’t get into trouble, you hear?!”

As you both watch the security disappear from a far enough distance, your eyes slowly drift to the toon beside you. And you can clearly see that the horns and swishing tail weren’t just for show as you watch his grin slowly spread across his face, looking crafty.

“You look awfully happy…” You commented, raising a brow.

“Let’s sneak at the back.” He says straightforwardly, pointing with his thumb at the theater.

What.

“And get caught?“Are you crazy?!” You hissed in objection to the idea. The very thought of it was absolutely ridiculous.

He simply chuckled, completely unfazed from your glare, waving it off as he still pointed back to the theater. 

“C’mon! It’s no big deal! I do this a lot of the time when checking a place out.” He pulls your hand, dragging you along despite your protests. He had a bit of a firm grip on you as you stumbled a bit following him still a bit stunned before sighing in defeat.

“Every performer needs a backstage door unless they want to get smothered by the crowd.”

“Just from previous context, it sounds like you were either robbing the place or this is all some masochistic nature of wanting to get caught.” You replied sassily in which he responded back with a snort. “What am I supposed to tell the Boss?”

“Nothing.” He said as he looked left and right for other security guards, finding none. He then replies with a wink. “That, or letting him know that you’re having a great time with me.”

“Ok first of all, this is absolutely ridiculous and we haven’t a clue if the door is actually unlocked.” You remarked as you now stood before what you assumed to be the back door. “Second of all, I’m finding those implications kind of vile.”

The demon snorted once again as he placed his hand on the door and turned. He turns his head to the side to glance at you with a smug look. “What do you know? It is open. Also, doll, you’re quite naughty for even thinking of such a thing.”

“I’m making you realize how ridiculous you sound.” You groaned, dragging your free hand to pinch the bridge of your nose. “I still find this whole plan kind of cra-”

You let out a yelp before you could finish your sentence as he pulled you in and closed the door in an instant.

For a second, you were standing there, gathering yourself when you heard Bendy whistle tugging you gently to follow him. As you blinked you found yourself up at the stage, with the white lights still on, in front of the red seats you remember all too well from where you watched them perform.

“...Wow.” You mumbled, completely speechless from its beauty, unconsciously letting go of Bendy’s hand as you walked around the stage, feeling the warmth leave your hand for a single moment as you got distracted. Clueless about the face he wore when he looked at that hand,

“Wow, indeed.” You flinched and quickly turned to see Bendy staring at you in a way that made your breath hitched. And, suddenly there was that feeling again. As if he can see your thoughts once more. Being vulnerable under his gaze as he watches you under the lights.

Glowing.

‘Beautiful…’ He thought, before shaking away his thoughts.

 He then puts on his usual smile as he walks towards you to gaze at the empty audience. For a brief moment, you both imagined the audience’s applause, the whistles, and the cheers before he spoke through the silence.

“Y’know, when you said it’s been a while since you’ve been here, looks like it was true.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that.” 

“I know.” He hums. “Still, looks to me, you haven’t been up here before.”

“I have. Was here auditioning for some plays.” You said, face turned away from him, still distracted from the sight of the whole theater in front of you. “Had a few small roles, but mostly ended up rejected…”

“Is that so? Is that why they said you were familiar with this place?”

It suddenly dawned on you what slipped past your lips.

You turned to look at him, trying to disguise your panic only to see him just standing there, watching you. 

Just listening…

Not an ounce of judgement nor pity from him.

‘It just slipped out…’ You thought, trying to keep your composure.

“I…”

He was just there…

Watching. Listening. Waiting for you to continue.

What was strange to you is that it made the truth slip out more easily than you expected.

Was it because you were both  dreamers?

You silently exhaled as your gaze looked afar with what felt like nostalgia.

“My dad took me to my first play when I was little.” You began as you went to sit down at the edge, dangling your legs. “I was absolutely fascinated. I remember how I felt like the world disappeared when they started, like I was a part of it. It was only a simple play, some princess kissing a frog who turns to some prince. But…”

The demon stared and listened in awe, carefully taking apart your expressions from behind.

“I saw the lights, the singing, the applause that echoed through the entire theater as the actress, well the princess, bathed in it, and took her bow.” You chuckled. “And I told my dad, I wanted to become an actress.”

“Decided to audition for some roles when I got older, still am. Sometimes, it pays the bills but still at that restaurant. Sometimes got close to a big role but never made the cut.” You shrugged. “Still do it though. He supported me. Always said it takes some hard work to make those kinds of wishes true and made me promise to never lose sight of it.”

‘But, was it…?’ You found your thoughts dwindling once more, before you shook them away.

Was it all that’s needed?

I mean, you’re still here trying.

Perhaps…

“...I wanted to become something more.” You turn your face to the side to glance at him to huff a laugh at his look. “Silly right?”

“No, it isn’t.” He pops in. “...I get it.”

He’s familiar with the feeling. He’s been in your place. He knows all too well with how far he’s made it right now.

“I’m a performer after all.”

The toon held out a hand to you making you raise a brow, confused by his gesture because you came towards a realization.

“...Are you trying to kick me while I’m still down, dancing demon?” You felt the corners of your lips lifting upward.

“Now, that would just be mean.” He responds back just as playful, a glint in his eyes. “But, we have this theater all to ourselves. Would be a shame if we were to waste it, don’t ya think, doll?”

You snorted, taking his hand as he pulled you up and onto the center of the stage. 

“What is this, improvisation?”

“Maybe, maybe not.” He winked. “Just go with it.”

You stumbled a bit as he placed a hand on your waist and lifted your hand causing you to flinch a bit at the suddenness. You felt your face heat up a little from the closeness.

“Relax…” He murmured. “Follow my lead.”

Oh, you couldn’t just let that go.

“You underestimate me, you just caught me off guard.” You answered as you followed in his footsteps, wearing a grin. “I think I’ll be just fine.”

“Really now?” He wore a grin of his own, guiding you to spin around, watching you laugh as you spin gracefully with warmth in his expression. 

Soft giggles and laughter gently echoes through the dancer as you danced at the stage. It was if you both were in a play all on your own. However, there were theatrics between the both of you that made you stumble a bit with a small laugh like you were trying to outdo the other.

“You’re not that bad…” You said quietly in a teasing tone.

“Would be an insult to my reputation, doll.”

“In the making.” You chuckled.

“Still counts.” He softly smirks. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“As someone who acts, there’s things you have to learn before trying to pursue it.” You answered playfully.

With one smooth motion, he caught your hand and drew you into a sudden dip. A startled squeak escaped you, your eyes widening before you dissolved into helpless laughter, the dance coming to a gentle stop.

Bendy looked down at you, wearing the most self-satisfied grin.

"Still better, though."

“...Now that was just unfair.” You answered in giggles, catching your breath. “That’s cheating.”

“Sorry doll, but I’m the dancer over here.” 

You were about to retort only for the words to die on your tongue at the gap between you two. In the middle of all of the dancing, the distance between you disappeared as you found yourself staring at him. The black and white toon seems to have realized the same thing as he held your gaze. 

All of a sudden you were of the grip on your waist and the hand intertwined with yours. There was barely any space between the both of you, close enough to catch the movement of each breath

For a brief moment, neither of you said a word.

Until he tried to speak.

“I…”

“HEY, WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?” 

The moment shattered when you both glanced toward the entrance, only to find a security guard standing in the open doorway, staring at the two of you.

“How did you two even get in?!”

“Whoops! Seems that’s our cue to go!”  The demon skillfully pulls you away backstage, his movements swift with the steps of the guard sounding quietly behind you.

You both were lucky to make it out of there and down the street, catching your breaths. From what you’ve seen, it was at least a different guard so you wouldn’t have to worry about them completely grasping and having memorized your faces.

“Worth it.” 

And, he still had the galls to grin.

You shake your head with a huff, even if you knew there was no hiding your smile.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Hey, you enjoyed it!”

“Still doesn’t make the idea any less dumb.” You flicked his forehead to which he responded with a dramatic sound of pain making you roll your eyes.

He’d make quite the actor.

“But, I did…” You murmured, making him pause from rubbing where you hit and look at you wearing a soft gaze.

“Thanks for making today fun…”

“No problem…” He trails off, words just coming out automatically as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

You then peer at your watch. “It’s getting late, we should get going soon I guess.”

“Oh, uh yeah…” He muttered, still on auto-pilot. “Do you want me to walk you home or something…?”

You let a small chuckle from the strange look he wore before shaking your head.

“No, I got it. My place is close from here, so I’ll be fine. You look like you just got knocked out, however.” You paused for a second, wondering if there was anything else. 

“See you…” You muttered softly, with a smile before walking off with a wave.

“...See you.” He muttered back, under some lovesick gaze as he watched you get further away.

‘See you? See you?! See you again, See you later, That’s all you could say?!’ You dragged your hands down your face with a groan once you were far enough, gathering your thoughts. ‘Just what were you thinking?!’

You thought back to what happened back at the theater and all of a sudden you felt memories streaming in your head, and you immediately felt yourself getting flushed. Especially how close you were…

“Pull it together.” You hissed to yourself, slapping your cheeks. 

“Don’t lose sight.”

Perhaps we do have something in common after all…

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ BENDY'S POV.

When I got back to the inn that night I couldn't help my lips from turning upwards even when I fell back into bed. I thought she was just an interesting waitress that he recommended to me as a guide.

But she was even more extraordinary than I thought.

I found myself wanting to see her once more.

“You underestimate me, you just caught me off guard. I think I’ll be just fine.”

My eyes widened a little at that moment, finding my eyes lost on her determined but playful gaze, letting me lead me for a second before I found my footing and confidence once more.

‘Can’t let her show me up, can I…’

I  saw that confidence. The gaze of someone with ambition.

The gaze of wanting to become something more.

I gently dragged my hand down my face feeling my grin splitting across my face that it almost hurt. I still felt the warmth of her hand and the feeling against her. The closed walls that broke at moments that made my heart turn. The witty answers and words we shared were coming back to me.

I remembered it all.

The moment broke when I felt a burning sensation  in my throat and suddenly felt dizzy. I quickly stumbled into the bathroom, coughing up black ink into the toilet, trembling as I was wobbly and ending on my knees as I was vomiting and heaving.

Celestials, it was getting worse.

I can feel the ink spreading. 

‘Dammit, where’d I put that dip?’ 

I pulled myself up, grabbing the bathroom counter and groaning as I pulled open the cabinet and grabbing the bottle to take it. I felt myself cool down and finally breathing again.

Fuck.

It wasn’t that bad yet.

I still have time.

I heard the telephone ringing. I jolted, sitting upward from bed as I immediately put on a business smile and took it up to my ear.

“Hello, Bendy speaking.”

“Now, what were you thinking? Sneaking into the theater like that?” I heard the familiar voice of my flowery friend and partner, Dandy. The mechanical echo from the phone paired well with his laugh. “We’ve been through this so many times that I can't help but wonder if you just want to get caught.”

Hm, she said the same thing.

“Just wanted to check out the places before the next show. Can you blame me?” I answered with a sigh.

“You keep that up, friend. I'd have to start preparing for your next case.”

“Hardy har har.” I rolled my eyes. “How’d you figure out anyways?”

“Got eyes around, my little demon friend. Said you were there with some tour guide eh?”  For a second I felt a slight chill in my spine before shaking it off.

Sometimes, he could really be creepy.

But, all for good entertainment, am I right?

“I was only there for a quick moment anyways. Some guard said there was an accident so we might need to change some schedules.” I informed as I took up a glass of water.

“Already on it, buddy.” 

I paused for a second before speaking once more.

“...Hey, mind if you do me a little favor?”

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV. — A FEW DAYS LATER.

Perhaps it was really a one time thing.

You found your days a bit more monotonous after that day. Strangely enough, you didn't feel like your usual self even when you put on your happy persona in front of the regulars and do your usual tricks. You were a bit lackluster for wear even when you tried to shake the thoughts of him away as you served the dishes.

Whether he was going to come here again.

For some reason, you felt your chest tighten causing you to pause for a second before the kitchen door before taking a silent breath to gather yourself and push it open.

“Hey, Boss.” You played it casually, jerking a thumb at the door where the customers were waiting. “Table 9 has been waiting for their usual fried salmon and getting a tad bit impatient. You know how they are. So I wanted to check on you.”

“Got it.” He answered, looking up for a second from his pan.

“Also, Table 5 requested no lettuce or onions on their burger.” You walked around, carefully organizing some condiment bottles along the way. “Kind of unhealthy but oh well.”

“Also, Table 6—”

“Are you still waiting for that demon, kid?” He cut you off.

“I—What?” You blinked.

“Saw you staring off into space when checking inventory. Not to mention, I heard you saying you forgot the napkins to that mother and kid that always made a mess of himself from a banana split. Either, you have an off-game today or something else happened on that tour.”

Your cheeks turned faintly pink for a moment.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Huh….” He looked up at you and blinked before looking back at his cooked fish.

“Maybe, I'm wrong then.” He said. “You’re just not usually the type to lose sight of things…”

You tensed up at his words but recovered almost instantly.

“I am. There’s auditions at the next town over and I want three days off this coming Friday. Main character as always.” You held a dramatic grin. “Role I’m aiming for this time is about a woman who loses her three kids by the river and is in search-”

Your boss sighed, gently throwing his pan down a sink and wiping his sweat causing you to flinch at the banging sound.\

“...Kid, I love you. And your dad would be proud to see you all happy. But…” He turns his attention to you, his eyes filled with frustration laced with worries.

And you can feel a piece of you breaking as you watch him take a silent breath.

“Shouldn’t there be one point where you just stop…?”

The silence between you lingered. Heavy, and for the first time you couldn’t meet his gaze. The worries and concerns for you. Knowing there was disappointment in his eyes.

Knowing he was just like the rest.

“Look, I offered to take you in for your ma, and I know you said you were gonna make it big.” He muttered. “And I believed you then. But, times have changed. And I want to be fair to you but I also want to be fair to the customers so I just-”

For the first time, you let anger take hold of you as you yelled in his face.

You didn’t want to be in defeat.

Not yet.

“I WILL!”

Not ever. Even if you have to break yourself for it.

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD I WORKED FOR THIS!” You untied your apron and threw it down, thoughts of carelessness taking hold of you. You didn’t  care whether or not the customers heard you. “YOU THINK I WANT TO BE HERE?! WELL, I DON'T!”

You stomped towards the back kitchen doors. “I’LL MAKE IT THIS TIME, JUST WATCH!”

“Kid, I’m—”

However, before he can even get a word in, you are already gone.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ BENDY'S POV. - THE NEXT WEEK, MONDAY.

“What do you mean she’s not here?”

It’s been a while since I’ve visited this restaurant, and although I can admit  the food here was good, I wanted to see her. I was busy, making some preparations and  I wanted to surprise her.  I was going to tell her some good news only to find a different server by my table, taking my order. I blinked as I took a look around the room and felt the crowd here was slightly dimmer than usual. So, after the waiter took my order, I did what I had to do.

Sneak into the kitchens to ask her boss.

He was mad at me of course but sighed in defeat almost immediately, since I was one of his friend’s pals.

Connections, am I right?

“Exactly, as I’ve told you.” The big toon looked hesitant for a second before letting it all out to me. “Look, she stormed off a few days ago after taking a few days off for her usual trips as she might have told you. I was just worried about her life and throwing it all away. She’d be back by now, but seems she’s in that mood, probably got the same answer…”

Ah.

“Might be up at her old apartment building with the old water tower near the park. Bit of a hiding spot of hers according to the regulars.”

“I’ll handle it.” I pulled a wad of cash from my wallet and placed it on the kitchen counter before heading out the back door. “Keep the change, and enjoy the fish for me, would ya?”

I heard her boss’ voice from behind me just as I opened the door.

“...Haven’t you just met her? What would y’know?”

“A lot more than you know.” I shortly replied before letting a small smirk form.  “We’re kind of similar, don’t ya think?”

The boss never answered.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ SECOND POV.

The lighter clicked a few as you held it between your fingers, the small flame letting a small yellow glow as you tipped the cigarette in your lips towards it, watching it burn. You drew a small breath and exhaled, watching the small grey streams escape into the air, drifting lazily and vanish in the wind.

‘Been a while since I’ve done this…’ You gently closed and inhaled again, letting the smoke linger for a brief moment before exhaling once more.

In this brief silence, You allowed yourself to disappear, and let your worries loosen and weight drift away, becoming simply gray wisps.

“...Sorry, you really are good, but we found some toon better. If you could just wait.”

“But, I…”

There it was again, the gentle let down.

“...Maybe, he was right.” You murmured, the look in your eyes becoming cloudy.

“Who was right?”

The voice chiming in, startled you as you swiftly turned your face around to see a familiar white and black demon standing at the doorway of the rooftop, heaving and panting.

‘Was he running?’ 

“You really do have a thing for a grand entrance, don’t you?” you sighed, peeling off the cigarette from your lips and holding it between your fingers as you watched him gather himself. “Let me guess, the boss told you?”

He was still huffing and puffing as he stumbled a bit to the edge where you were.

“Well, it did take me a while to find this place y’know.” He playfully glared at you. 

You hummed before looking out at the town and taking another drag. You held out a cigarette pack to him as an offer.

“Nah, my brother would kill me if he caught me doing that.” He shook his head as he watched you. “Doesn’t want me dying early," he said.”

“You got a brother…?” You murmured, you glanced at him. 

Seems you’re learning more about him. 

“Younger.” He responded. “Was worried when I went into showbiz. Didn’t want me to leave.”

“Is that so?”

“Went anyways. I wanted to become something more.” He leaned over the edge, watching your expressions. “Wanted to live and leave a mark.”

“Like you.”

You didn’t have a witty response towards that. Not this time. Perhaps, you were really giving up the pretense, the denial  about the familiarity and  connection you had with him.

You let out a humorless chuckle for a short moment before allowing the silence to fill the air and settle between you.. It wasn’t comfortable per se, but it wasn’t unbearable either. The only sounds that filled the air were the soft sounds from breathing a cigarette and sounds of people below in the streets, gently chattering and going about their own business.

After what felt like an hour, you spoke up.

“Went to audition for a main role at the next town over.” You started. “Got considered, the judges said I was good, but it went to another in the end, and they gently let me down. Got a letter the next day, did not make it any better…”

You stared off into space, thoughts far away. “Almost got there, but got cut off.”

“Wish and dream with all of your little heart, my little sun. But you remember that that  old star can only take you part of the way. You gotta help it along with some hard work of your own—”

You pressed the cigarette tip against the concrete, putting the light out, as if to silence the voices in your head from breaking your heart even more.

Maybe…

“Maybe, I’m just one of the unlucky ones…” You let those words slip out, your gaze looking down, hiding your expression.

You were giving up.

Maybe they were right not believing in you.

“Hey, don’t say that. You got this far haven’t you?” Bendy says, placing a hand under your chin to lift it up to face him. “Didn’t you make a promise?”

Never lose sight of what’s important.

You gently placed your hand above his, gently putting it down with sadness and frustration clearly shown in your face, barely hiding it anymore.

“Well, he’s dead. So maybe he was wrong.” You stared at the edge again.

There was a heavy silence again as those words slipped out but you turned your face away, ignoring the lump in your throat.

“...Then, what if you got another shot?” 

You turned to the demon toon, raising a brow in skepticism at the change of expression into one that seemed determined.

“I had a friend of mine to look into you and make some calls, and he wants to see what you can do. If you got what it takes.”

“I-what…” You said blankly. “Bendy, I don’t know anymore if—”

“Just trust me.” He said, handing you a card to which you glance at. “Maybe instead of hard work, you need a bit of luck as well.”

“If you can’t or well anyone can’t believe you can do it, then let me.”

Your hand shook for a second but hesitantly, you took the card.

“Why are you doing this…You just met me, you know that, right?”

“Because I want to see someone like me thrive.”

Maybe.

Maybe, you’ll give it one last shot.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ SECOND POV. — A WEEK LATER.

“...I got in?”

More than half your mind thought that you were going to be let down again. You had to admit you found the whole thing questionable. You were expecting even a letter to just throw into the garbage like the rest of them.

Didn't expect a call from the flower toon himself.

“Indeed you have, my friend. They loved it!” You hear the voice from the other side of the call laugh. “First major role on Broadway! You’re a natural, a bit of work needed here and there but it’s  no wonder he recommended you! We gotta celebrate don’t you think? We got a show ourselves tonight so if you wanna join in after the show, then-”

“Oh, right, I’ll be there.  Thank you. Thank you very much, Mr. Dandy, sir!” 

“Well, it’s no—”

But before he could even finish you put the phone down and started squealing and jumping up and down in bed, fi.

“I got the part! I got the part! I GOT THE PART!” You then suddenly paused from jumping, realization dawning on you.

“I gotta tell  Bendy!”

You dialled up his number on the telephone, remembering he gave you his number back at the rooftop to tell him if it went well.

“Just for good measure, let me know if you got in.” He winked.

“And if I don’t?”

“Oh, I know you will.”

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…” You murmured, repeating yourself as the telephone rings.

You heard the sound of clicking and someone picking up the phone.

“Hello? Bendy speak-”

“I got in.” You couldn’t help the silly grin tugging at your lips. “I got in, I can’t believe it.”

“That’s…great, doll.” You blinked at the sound of his voice. You swore he could’ve sounded happier. Maybe he was doing something? He did have a show tonight.

And what was gurgling and buzzing you could hear over the call?

“Uh, was this a bad time…?” You questioned. Perhaps, you should’ve thought about it more thoroughly.

“No, no, not at all.” You heard him clear his throat. “Was just a bit occupied. I’m really happy for you, you should know that. However, it’d be better if I give my congrats at our show, don’t ya think?”

“Oh, right!”

“...See you there?”

“Of course you will.”

If only you knew what was truly going on with him.

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You got there a little bit later than you intended.

But you really got to see the two in action. 

They were truly performers.

You watched as they gained the attention of the crowd with their dance. Beautiful was an understatement as you found yourself speechless as you watched them under the spotlight, shining as they impressed the audience with their rhythm and dance. The people clapping and gazing with ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’.

And most of all, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Bendy, swaying the crowd with his footwork.

And you knew he knew it when he sent over a wink to where you are.

And you chose one of the seats a bit far from the front.

You found yourself a bit warm from his gaze and covered your smile with a hand to hide your awe.

What a dork.

However, immediately after the show, you sneaked backstage and jumped on him, throwing your arms around his neck, spinning you both around.

“I DID IT! I GOT THE PART!”

“Hey, you’re not supposed to be back here!”

“Don’t worry, I know her.” The demon toon says widely grinning, silencing a stage worker as he responds by placing his hands on your waist. He gives a nod to Dandy who gives him one in response and leaves the both of you alone.

“And here I thought sneaking in somewhere is ridiculous.” He said teasingly. “Your words ,not mine.”

“Well, I had to make an exception.” You responded back wittily. “ I wanted to thank a supporter of mine after all.”

He chuckles as he gently puts you down.

“I was gonna give you this as a congratulatory, y’know.” He says dramatically with a flourish as he pulls out a bouquet of roses to hand them to you.  “I was a part of your success after all.”

“You’re an idiot.” You rolled your eyes, cheeks faintly pink as you gently took them from him, feeling your heartbeat quicken under his loving gaze.

“I’m starting to think that’s just a petname.”

You sighed and shake your head as you held his gaze, just as warm,

“Congratulations, doll.”

“Thank you, that’s why I wanted to give you this…” Your fingertips gently brushed against his cheek and pulled him into a featherlight kiss.

For a heartbeat, he stood there, completely still, caught in surprise. But, he responded back in a matter of seconds just as passionately, throwing his arms around your waist once more  to pull you closer to him and deepening the kiss. For a moment, you both stood there, uncaring if any toon was watching as you both took each other’s breath away. Letting go to take a breath of air with little space in between, you both stared into each other’s eyes until he started chuckling.

“Didn’t think you’d catch me off guard, doll.”

“Well, I had to pay you back for sweeping me off my feet, if you recall.” You answered with a sharp grin of your own.

‘She really is beautiful…’ Bendy thought with adoration, watching you fall into laughter, hair sweeping across your face. You had your sparkle back.

And you were glowing.

“Right…” He says, gently pulling you into the dressing room.

For a celebration.

You both never talked about the kiss then.

Never got the chance to.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV.

From that point on, you both got busy.

You were taking roles left and right, on your way to stardom. People began to know your name from theater, the posters, and the roles you got to play in movies. Life wasn’t slowing down for you as one audition became two, and then three, and countless more with people offering you roles over the next few months. The theater was becoming your second home from the rehearsals, auditions, and plays you were in, underneath the stage lights. You were making a name for yourself.

Leaving your mark.

“I’m getting there, dad.” You muttered to yourself one day as you moved out of your apartment to ToonTown to get closer where all the big roles are. “Just watch me from up there.”

You saw Bendy once in a while whenever you both had free time even with conflicting schedules. Sometimes it was cafes, a small stroll at the park, and at times he would bring you flowers.

You both shared kisses between you as if they were a secret. You both never talked about it. Never spoke about the relationship you both shared. Sometimes, you would start it, other times he would be the one.

But you never talked about it.

Over the next couple of years when you saw him, he began looking more  tired. Exhausted. Not just emotionally but like you can physically see it. His movements seemed a bit slower lately and the small dates you had began to slow.

You’ve asked the demon if he was doing alright but he simply brushed you off.

“I’m doing fine, doll. Shows just gotten a bit busy lately.” He said, one night when you gave him a call.

“Are you sure?” You heard some coughing over the phone.

“I’m good, just feeling under the weather.”

“If you say so…”

“Just concentrate on your own thing, doll. Keep sparkling…”

You began seeing less and less of him after that. Dinners became postponed and the calls got shorter. The apologies, the empty promises, all of it. It wasn’t long before he stopped answering your calls.

Success was cruel.

You were drifting apart.

Perhaps,  maybe it was because both of you still had different dreams despite having plenty in common, but it didn’t help the understanding get any easier. And each time you thought about it, you felt your throat fog up and your chest tightening, a piece of your heart breaking, piece by piece.

Like something was missing.

A few days later, you found your telephone ringing while you just finished taking a shower. You quickly got out of it, putting on a towel and rushing out even with your hair dripping to pick up the phone.

Hoping it was who you think it was.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me…”

But it wasn’t.

“O-Oh, hey Mom. I didn’t think you would call.” You kept in touch with your mother over the course of the months no matter what, especially after your father’s passing. She was the most saddened after all.

She lost her husband.

“Seems someone forgot to tell me their new number. The voice hummed over the phone. “I had to find out from my restaurant friend of mine, what, think he’s better than me?”

“Not at all, Ma. Sorry I got a bit busy with everything.” You shake your head. 

You heard her chuckle.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m just kidding. I saw that movie of yours. You were amazing. But I  thought you just wanted to be on stage.”

“I wanted to expand my horizons, you know me.” You sat in bed, drying your hair, “Have a lot to experience.”

“I’m sure sweetheart. And I’m proud.” Her voice softens. “Your dad would be proud.”

Silence filled the room as your hand slowed down from drying damp hair draping it on your shoulders as you swallowed past the tightness in your throat as you felt a familiar ache. You had to admit things weren’t the same after the day your dad passed away. Your mother felt more distant. She would still laugh and joke around with you but it still felt different. And sometimes you would see her gaze out the window blankly. 

“You always were a stubborn kid.” She murmured. “Just like your dad.”

You chuckled, your expression changing into one of nostalgia.

“What can I say? I try to get what I want.”

“That you do.” She says at the other end of the line. “But, I can’t help but wonder…”

“What…?”

“You sounded disappointed when I answered the phone.” You can hear her voice becoming smug. “Didn’t expect my call? Sounds as if you were expecting someone else~”

Oh no.

“So, who is it?”

And there it was. Your mom’s well-known nosiness. 

And she won’t stop until she gets it.

“Ma!” You hissed, covering the speaker for a second, feeling warmth creeping onto your face.

“Mother’s intuition, sweetheart~” She said in a sing-songed voice causing you to groan and drag a hand down your face.

At least you know where you got your sass.

“There’s no one, ma.” You emphasized as you thought back to Bendy once more. And you felt a weight settled down your chest, making you sound unsure. “...No one.”

“Now, y’know I have a bigger brain than your father, sweetheart.” She sassed, knowingly. “You know I have a longer truth streak way back with him.”

You rolled your eyes and sighs.

“...Look, I don’t know.” You answered hesitantly. “He hasn’t answered my calls and it’s been a while since I saw him…”

You look back at the short calls, the rainchecks, and the questions about what you were. 

Is there a name to this relationship?

Well, it certainly wasn’t friendship.

“Him…?”

“...We’ve both got a lot going on.” You finished lamely.

For a long moment it was silent at the other end of the phone, and for a second you thought she hung up as the only sound that filled the room was the sound of static and buzzing from the call. Then, you heard your mother humming slowly, almost thoughtful.

“...Did you know your father also wanted to become an actor?”

Your eyes widened at this surprising fact, but it explains why he always took you to the theater. How he always happily joined in your acts and little role plays no matter how silly they were.

He was good, but you never thought he was that good.

“No, I didn’t actually,,,.” You murmured thoughtfully at the reveal.

“Well, he wanted to be, way longer before we met.” Your mother laughs, almost sounding wistful. “He was ambitious and kept working at it even when we got together. He never stopped working at it and there were certain points where I had to make him take a break to stop him from hurting himself. But, at one point he had to.”

“Why…”

“Because we had you, sweetheart.” You heard her smile. “He wanted a stable life for you and wanted you to feel loved. As a family…”

“And he never once regretted it.”

“Wish and dream with all of your little heart, my little sun. But you remember that that  old star can only take you part of the way. You gotta help it along with some hard work of your own, and then, yeah, you can do anything you set your mind to.Just promise your Dad, one thing. Never lose sight of what’s truly important, alright my little actress…?”

“Never lose sight of what’s truly important, alright my little actress…?”

“That wasn’t what he meant…?” You mumbled to yourself unconsciously.

“Wasn’t what who meant?” You flinched realizing your mom was still at the other end of the call.

“Oh, nothing, Mom. I just realized I have something to do.” You said swiftly, looking at the phone. “I have to practice my lines! Love you, bye!”

“Wait, but I haven’t—” But the line was already cut, and you were already dialing another number.

The telephone rang for a few minutes and you started wondering if no one was going to answer when you heard the familiar click.

“Hello, you’ve reached Dandy’s line, how may I help?”

“Mr. Dandy, it’s me, sir…” You spoke on the phone.

His voice buzzed on the phone. “Oh! Our newest star, it’s been a while, we should really catch up one of these days. I heard your newest role in some movie was good and impressed other directors. Really expanding your horizons, aren’t you my friend?”

“Ah, yes. Thank you very much, sir.” You answered, feeling slightly from all the praise coming from him. “Sorry, but if I may ask…”

“Yes…?”

“Have you heard from Bendy by any chance?”

The phone was silent for a bit before the toon spoke up. “Hmm, sorry, he has been quite occupied for a while because of our shows, must be why he’s been quiet for a while.”

“O-Oh…” Despite his words, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy.  “Well, if you could deliver a message for me…he hasn’t been answering and he won’t see me and I-”

“Sunshine.”

You felt a chill run down your spine and all of a sudden, you felt the air go cold from his voice.

“...Don’t worry about him, alright? Just continue your journey to stardom.” His voice switched to his usual friendliness yet you still found yourself flinching even if he was at the other end of the line.

“Okay?”

“A-ah, yes sir…” You murmured. “But…”

You heard him hummed at the other end. “But, what?”

“Can I at least get his address? I want to send a letter this time if he isn’t answering my calls…”

The phone went silent for a moment.

“...Alright.”

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ 

Perhaps, the demon was rubbing off on you far more than you thought.

Alright, you lied but you really had to because you were that worried. You've already done it once, twice, so what was the harm?

“Celestials, I'm starting to sound like him.” You swore to yourself as you stepped towards an apartment building. You had to ask for directions from a few toons, however, it wasn't as difficult as you thought it would be.

You peered at the paper once more to check if it was the correct address and headed up the stairs, taking a deep breath.

You didn't even know what you were going to say to him.

He was the one who never called you back and postponed your outings together.

He said to concentrate on my roles.

What if….

What if he didn't want to see you?

What were you even going to say to him?

You paused in your steps, worries gnawing at your own mind. You didn't even think about that, you just spun around a lie that you'd send him a letter because he wasn't answering your calls. You were even surprised when you found how easy it was for those lies to slip out and go when talking to Dandy as if it were a casual conversation to some playdate.

You groaned, beginning to feel the anxiety as  you paused and paced  back and forth between the stairs.

You really should have thought this more thoroughly.

‘Stop it.’ You slapped your cheeks to gain some control and took a deep breath before walking up the stairs once more. ‘I’m already here, so there’s no point in thinking too much about it….’

But, why was it still eating away at you…?

Before you know it, you were standing in front of his door, hesitant to knock on the door, your hand just inches from it. Countless thoughts went flooding your brain, begging you to just turn around and leave him be. Your fingers curled for a moment before loosening and going to knock.

Well, you could always improvise.

You picked up the sound of someone groaning inside as if they were in pain. It was very faint but you knew instantly it was him.

“Dandy, if that’s your big ugly ass…” You heard a croaking voice. “Unless you brought me a jar of dip, go away…”

‘Dip…’ Unease was beginning to settle down in your stomach. ‘Isn’t that…’

“Bendy…?” You murmured quietly.

“Doll?” He says, all raspy. “...You shouldn’t be here.”

A pang hits your chest, but you ignored it, concern winning you over.

“Bendy, are you alright? You haven’t been answering me and I got worried. I had to make another exception and go through Mr. Dandy y’know!” You called out from outside the door as you continued knocking. “If you’re that sick we could take a trip to the hospital-

“Doll! I’m fine! GO AWAY!” He called out, voice frustrated. “Just give me a few days and I’ll-”

“Look, can I just come in and talk? I just wanna check…”

The door was unlocked.

You shouldn’t have.

You shouldn’t have come here at all.

You should have listened.

“You always were a stubborn kid.” 

“Bendy….?”

In front of you, you could see some kind of ink forming across his skin, bubbling all over as if he was melting. He was on the ground, half of his face also bubbling and steaming, but you saw the horror in his eyes.

“Bendy…”You were in disbelief. “You have the…”

You watch him grit his teeth and yell at you.

“GET OUT, GET, GET OUT!”

“YOU’RE JUST LIKE THE REST!”

You should have helped him back then.

But, you couldn’t.

You just turned tail and ran away.

You were a coward.

When you got back home, your body was still trembling from the scene. Nothing could have prepared you for what you just saw. And a few minutes later, your telephone rang. As you went to pick it up, you heard a familiar voice echo in your ear.

“You should have listened, Sunshine…”

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ 

Years later, you found yourself distracted with your roles. Repressing those memories and locking them in the back of your mind as you became more famous. You practiced every line and did every rehearsal correctly yet you felt the emotions you once had become hollow and your smile became more fake as you dive deeper into showbiz.

You never heard from him after that.

You heard news of Dandy’s side show business hit a dead end before picking itself up again.

But as a one-man show this time.

It was until a few months later you saw him in a piece of paper sent by a pair of  eyes of yours, left at your front door.

And he was being hunted.

“Maybe we were more different than you thought, Bendy…”

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