#bendydemon

                               so, a god and a demon walk into a ball... 

          Most people would have been reluctant to get out and explore a place they have no memory of coming to. It’s only natural to be scared! However, Alice was not like most people and she was more than happy to forget the depressing animated world she hailed from to start clean here. Her new gig had only sweetened the deal, and now she finds herself nearing the end of her first show at a lounge in the city center.

          Alice thinks, maybe she can work with this. It doesn’t beat dancing on the silver screen, sure, but it’s a spotlight, a hoard of attention, and that demon isn’t here to ruin --- 

          Oh, she spoke too soon.

          When the house lights come on, she spots a familiar horned head tucked away at the end of the bar, not seeming to give her the time of day. The appearance both baffles and enrages Alice, but she’s gotta deal with this smoothly.

          Immediately, she makes her way from the stage to the bar, not waiting for him to turn around. Hell, she doesn’t even know if he knows she’s here, but that won’t stop her from feeling the initial pang of envy at the sight of the darling devil. It takes nearly all of Alice’s willpower from chewing Bendy out on sight, something that wouldn’t do well for her image at the new workplace. 

          So she settles for niceties instead.

          “What are you doing here.” Okay, well. That didn’t come off as nice as she would’ve liked, but it was a step above what she really wanted to do and that’s all anyone can ask for right now. “Looking for a prime opportunity to jump up and take the spotlight, right? I’m surprised you waited.”

something about last night compelled yv to come back here today and make sure that bendy was doing alright. last he’d seen him, he had to make sure the drunken toon didn’t just fall face first onto his floor and sleep there for the rest of the night. the guy could barely walk into his own goddamn room, let alone make it to the bed if yv wasn’t around to hold him.

now normally, drunkenly carrying your friend home and making sure they had a trash bin to puke into wouldn’t warrant a mid-morning visit from the gun god. however, a mixture of half-sober concern and feelings about whatever the FUCK bendy displayed to him at the party was enough to get him out here and knocking at his door.

thank god he lived just a door away from him. giving one, two, three knocks in quick succession, yv calls out to his pal a moment later.

          he still didn’t fully understand why he bothered to come. formal events just weren’t the same kind of vibe that yv usually found comfort or familiarity in. with elegant decor, overly slow songs pouring from the speakers, and a rather stiff suit on his body, the gun god looked more than ready to leave at a moment’s notice. the only reason why he hadn’t was.... well. the booze was fine and there were some familiar faces, but something kept tugging him to stay.

          it’s only until he catches glimpse of one particular demon ( unsurprisingly ) standing at the open bar that he realizes why he hadn’t brought himself to leave. yv doesn’t remember bendy hanging around there earlier since he’s had his own share of shit to get tipsy off of, but now seems like as good a chance as any to... mingle.

          trying to ignore the uncharacteristic hesitation creeping up on him, the gun god floats over towards the bar, holding a drink in one hand as he adjusts his bowtie with the other. he didn’t know if bendy had seen him before now, but he’d rather not ask about it anyway.