Devil's Swing • Book 1 •

• Chapter 8 • Or So I Thought •

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*Bendy's P.o.v*

Perfect.

It was perfect.

The face that the gods have bestowed upon me as a gift of gratitude was flawless. The gods being the one other being left in this building; (Y/n). Well, to my knowledge.

"Is it okay, Bendy? I-I'm not exactly the best artis-"

I interuppted her babbling with a booming voice.

"(Y/n), it's amazing," My wide grin was accompanied by two gleaming eyes. They didn't have pupils, since I was a cartoon, but they still shone brighter than the heavens, "Don't worry about your skills, because you have just gifted me with a face I haven't had in years!" My stationary smile emitted a boisterous laugh, one I accidentally let out. She ignored the rudeness in my tone, and thanked me.

"Thank you, Bendy. I'm just happy you don't hate it," her thumbs twirled below her stomach in a nervous manner, "I don't know what I'd do if you didn't like your face that I made." Her eyes avoided any contact with mine. I wasn't sure if she was nervous or scared.

Maybe both.

"I love it, (Y/n)," My cheeky tone almost split her ears, making her cringe. It wasn't on purpose, I could tell by the apologetic look immediately after. I forgave her though; it made me cringe too.

My body was fully replenished to its usual state. My skinny body was once more intact, and the one girl to thank was insecure about it. I don't know why she was, she was a great artist. It was almost as if she has drawn me before.

"I've had practice," she quietly mumbled under breath, just audible enough for me to hear. I didn't understand what she was trying to say at all.

"Practice?" I asked, moving a little closer, "What do you mean by practice?"

She sighed, shrugging her limp shoulders, "I drew you a lot when I was little," she chuckled, "it isn't a big deal though, y-you were-- are my favourite cartoon character," her cheeks were flushed a beautiful red, her eyes shining with tiny tears overflowing; her cheeks were decorated with the small decors.

"Why are you crying?" I asked her a simple question, my long tail protruding from my backside. It swung like a feline's tail, flicking in numerous spots.

"I-I..." she stuttered. She obviously couldn't get it out. I shook my head and simpered. I wasn't amused by her sudden apprehensive behaviour.

"Nothing bad will happen," I tried to reassure, "you know I won't hurt you. I saved your butt," I joked. She wasn't in a joking mood.

"Why would anything bad happen to me, it isn't that important! Why are you even important to me, you're just a cartoon!" She barked.  Her voice echoed around the empty room as she soaked in her diss just as well as me. She watched with an outstretched arm reaching for me, a tear trapped on her eyelashes. Her eyes followed the single drop of ink hit the ground from my forehead. "B-Bendy, I... didn't mean it.."

She tried to assure me, but I ignored anything she had to say.

I was exasperated by her babbling. Sometimes she sounds just like Joey; everything he said after the rates began to sink was along the lines of what she had blurted out.

"You mean nothing to me, Bendy! Leave me to be! You've done enough damage, don't you see? I hope you realize that Boris is the only reason we're actually still in business. He could have his own show without y--!"

"Bendy! Bendy, are you okay? I just redid your face, stop sweating all over it! Oh Bendy, I care about you, let me help," I was snapped out of my memory by her loud mouth, "Trust me. I-I know what you're thinking-"

"Do you. Do you really." My eyes burned into hers with a fury that only a rabid dog would understand.

"I-I..." she struggled to find words that would speak of the truth in some way; she failed. She stood there dumbstruck.

"Yeah, you don't. You don't know who I'm thinking of, or how," I choked up on the 'how'. She noticed this.

Her eyes returned to their careful state, a sorry look pouring out.

"..How?" She faintly asked, "What do you mean by how? Bendy, what are you thinking about?" Her voice was scratchy; she was forcing it out.

I hesitated. She awaited for my answer with a concerned look plastered in her eyes.

"..It was a while ago. One of my c-"

I was abruptly hindered by a boisterous knock on the door. The two of us kept our eyes on it, waiting for something to happen. Nothing.

Before I could even whisper to her about it, she was dashing to the door, making a sharp stop-- dead in front of it. Her hand gripped the handle tightly, her eyes pierced on me.

'Who is it?' She mouth to me.

'I don't know,' I mouthed back, swinging my hand to gesture for her to come back. She shook her head. She let go of the handle, motioning the twist.

'I'll open it,' she she nodded as her mouth finished the inaudible phrase.

'No!' I almost shouted. It was still inaudible.

She only nodded, placing her hand back on the handle. As she twisted it, I couldn't help but notice a shadow of two feet below the door. They didn't move in the golden dim lights of the broken down hallway.

(Y/n)'s hand successfully twisted the know without making a single noise, but I on the other hand was about to be as loud as a rooster on a nice morning.

"No, don't open it!" I yelled aloud to her, her head snapping towards me. The shadowed figure stepped in.

"Bendy, why would yo-"

Her sentence remained unfinished as her body fell to the hard wooden floor. Her eyes were shut, but just loosely. Her body was sprawled on the floor.

"(Y/n)!"