#stagecall

furthermore, even after bendy escapes, the trauma and abuse turns him into frankly, a shitty person. he knows stages, shows. performance and performative meanings. *acting*.

he finds this boy who's so absolutely fascinating and dirty and messy and frankly a fucking failure, and he keeps. getting *rewarded* for these failures. nobody yells, nobody screams and hits and locks him away-

no this boy has others that whenever he happens to fuck up, near constantly, that it's swept away, by mere chance?

and bendy is fucking obsessed. that's not how the world works, not to him. the world is cruel and fake, so fucking fake. chance isn't real it's faking it until you get good enough.

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so he waits, and finally gets to actually *meet* this boy, because of course he wouldn't go up to him right away. meetings need to be rehearsed to perfection, failure is a one way ticket.

and he so desperately doesn't want to fail. nonono, he wants this boy to adore him. he wants that luck, that ability to fail, he wants him, he wants to *be him-*

it's truly the perfect time, he's so distressed, hyperventilating, so imperfect it makes him sick, so fucking pretty

being able to touch, lift his face, feel him flinch. doesn't ask, of course. the confidence is crucial, part of the role he must play here.

a few words, a few moments of watching those wet sobs, and before the boy knows it, they're drinking together.

and *god* this kids stupid when drunk, bendy had no idea he could *be* more beautiful

he won't stop babbling, crying again before almost falling over, then getting caught and repeating.