The Bendy Straw Show

Sweater Luck Next Time

Bendy was walking to the throne room with the newspaper rolled up under his arm. He peeked in from behind a pillar and saw his father sitting on the throne.

The Devil was seething, his hands clutching to the arms of his throne, he was groaning, and his sharp teeth showed in his scowl.

'Maybe I'll ask him later,' Bendy thought. He was about to walk away until he spotted Henchman flying to the big devil.

"Uh, hey, boss, want some leftover congratulations cake?" Henchman asked. "Uh, you look mad for somebody who just got that cup's soul. Congratulations, by the way."

The Devil roared angrily. "I didn't actually get his soul yet, okay?" he admitted. "I just said that to buy myself some time before Stickler finds out." He crossed his arms. "I hate that guy."

Henchman spotted the little devil at the corner. When their eyes met, Bendy hid behind the pillar.

"I think Bendall wants to talk to you," the purple demon said.

The Devil sighed. "Bendall, come on out," he said.

Bendy stepped out from behind the pillar.

"How long were you hiding there?" The Devil asked.

"I came in just before Henchman," Bendy admitted.

"Henchman, I need to speak to my son alone," The Devil said. Henchman was about to leave but the big devil stopped him. "Wait. Leave the cake."

After giving the cake slice to his boss, Henchman flew away.

The Devil looked at his son and patted the left armrest of his throne. Bendy quickly walked over and placed his hands on the armrest.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" The Devil asked.

"I wanted to ask if I could go to the surface world today," Bendy said. The Devil opened his mouth to speak, "And before you say anything, just hear me out." Bendy interjected. "I know you're grumpy, but I think this'll cheer you up. The Obliterator!"

"Is that some new form of torture?" The Devil asked.

"Close! It's an amusement park ride. It just opened at the Inkwell Pier." Bendy said as he held up the newspaper, showing an advertisement for the ride. "It goes so fast, it'll tear the clothes right off of you. I thought maybe you and I could go together."

The Devil took a calming breath. "It's a nice idea son. But the only thing that'll cheer me up is getting that cup's soul."

Bendy lowered his head in disappointment. The Devil noticed and offered the cake slice, but the little devil wordlessly declined. After a moment, The Devil placed a hand on Bendy's shoulder.

"Tell you what, stay in today while I go get the cup's soul and tomorrow, I'll take you to the pier and we can ride the Obliterator."

Bendy looked at his dad, "You promise?" he asked. "No matter what you'll take me to the Obliterator tomorrow?"

"You have my word," The Devil crossed over his heart, "and a devil's word..."

"Is the law," Bendy finished and crossed his own heart.

"That's right," The Devil said before he ruffled his son's hair.

"Dad! Not the hair," Bendy said as he swatted at The Devil's hand.

The Devil chuckled then he grabbed the little devil and tickled his sides.

Bendy's grunts turned to laughter as he tried to escape.

"Let go of me, you weirdo!" the little devil shouted playfully.

"Never!" The big devil chuckled.

Their laughter echoed throughout the throne room. After a while, The Devil sighed and stopped tickling his son.