Devil's Swing • Book 1 •

• Joey Drew • Chapter 1 •

The chapters are not going to be this long. If you don't like reading a lot of detail, then that's alright. If you really wanna see Bendy, skip to Chapter 2 when it's out. This chapter just sets the mood, and allows me to pull the story together. Alright, that's all. See ya.

*(Y/n)'s P.o.v.*

When most people were asked who their favourite cartoon character was, they would say Boris. Boris the Wolf.

They found it weird that I adored Bendy the most. I found him interesting, he was quite a character.

Of course, Boris only had more popularity due to him being such a goofy character. Well, that's what I heard; I ignored all of his appearances. I'm not too fond of him.

He always seemed to steal the show whenever Bendy got even a little bit of screen time. I really didn't understand this. This was Bendy's show, not Boris'.

But, I can't change a thing. I am not the one who created them. I sadly cannot control them. Yet, I wish I could. Instead I'm only a simple girl who tunes into their show whenever it comes on. It's pretty old, the show. I once heard they were remaking it. I pray they don't.

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I thought to myself as I continued to scribble in Bendy's torso. I was glad that he had no colours, it would be a shame if I had to use more than one shade.

I finished with the torso, the last body part I needed to colour in. I picked it up, dusting it off with my hand. I was careful. It hurt me sometimes to see Bendy being treated like trash.

Like always.

I murmured a couple disses under my breath. I sighed, pinning up the picture above my bed. There was a collection of photos all around my wall, all relating to Bendy. I needed to show the world that there is someone who enjoys Bendy.

Of course, nobody would see it. I wasn't exactly a sociable person in school. It's not that I don't want friends, I just really don't want to be bothered with keeping them. I was a weird girl after all. Who would want to hang out with a Bendy-obsessive girl? Nobody to my knowledge. Everyone in school found my obsession to be a bit unsettling. I didn't. He is just an amazing character that is greatly underrated. It unsettles me how everyone can be so blind.

But what am I saying? I'm only a little girl. Well, to a lot of people. I'm short. It makes me mad when someone measures my height for competition. Maybe Bendy feels the same way too.

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I got to school around 8:35. Mondays were never my days. I always felt so deprived whenever I walked through the doors.

I lazily got a late slip from the front desk. The lady was super nice, I enjoyed her company. She seen me and began to boast about her children's accomplishments during the weekend. I smiled politely, congratulating Sadly, I had to go to class, ending our conversation.

As soon as I sat down in class, I pulled out my laptop. They were supplied for us on out first day, but only for the school year. I was grateful; I could look up pictures of Bendy. I felt like he was really smiling back at me when I smiled at him. Of course, he's only fictional. Or so everyone tells me.

A girl, Melissa, babbled on about some story of a crazy lady and how she killed a bunch of cats. She droned on about the bullshit. I slightly turned away. Her eyes turned towards me.

"Bendy-girl," She smirked. I completely ignored her.

Call me whatever you like you bitch.