: My Dearest Darkling : /Cup x bendy\

Ch. 12

~~~~~~~~~~~~No ones Point of View~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Day of Henry's funeral.

Bendy began stirring in the late morning. Around 10 o-clock. After thirty minutes of heavy sighs and attempting movement he finally swung his legs over the side of the bed and jumped down. He was careful not to wake Cup. He ventured downstairs into the blinding light of the kitchen to make coffee. Of course this led to the inevitable arrival of Cup from the smell.  They said no words. Cup glanced at Bendy now and then giving him looks of pity, he hated that look. When Bendy finished the coffee Cup took his place in the kitchen to start on Breakfast. All color from this house seemed drained in the pale light of approaching noon. Only the sound of clinking on a table and the sizzling of bacon was heard. All other sounds were muted from the tense atmosphere.  When he sat down, Cup noticed Bendy was simply staring into his Cup with a blank expression. He stared at Bendy for a while, hoping he would pick up some food, or even look at it.  He did nothing. He said nothing. After a few minutes of silence, Cup spoke.

"Are... Are you ok?" He asked. And with that, Bendy snapped back into cruel reality.

"Huh? o-oh yea... I'm.. I'm fine." He muttered.

"You should eat something." Cup added.

"No.. No I'm ok... I'm not hungry right now." He finished.

"Ok..." Cup was going to continue but ultimately decided against it. It wasn't unusual to not want to eat after a tragedy. He had to eat something eventually though. A few minutes later Mug and Boris sauntered down the stairs. Although no one said anything, it was very obvious that Boris got not a wink of sleep the previous night. His eyes were dark,  hair messy, and his eyes stayed glued to the ground. Much like Bendy's. After breakfast everyone went upstairs to change. Bendy stood in the mirror staring at his own reflection. He was wearing a small Tuxedo and bow tie. His eyes still looked like the life was drained from them. Tears sprung to the back of his eyes fighting for a way to be released. A head poked into his room.

"You ready?" Cup asked. Bendy swallowed back the tears and managed a small smile. He nodded.

He was escorted out to a black Car with Boris. The cup brother's were instructed to follow behind in their own car. They didn't go to a church, no of course not, its not what Henry wanted. They instead had the ceremony in front of the studio. When they pulled up they saw everything lit up with white roses and yellow lilies. His favorite. It was elegant and eerie looking. pictures of Henry were propped up all around them.  His drawings displayed on a table with a black table cloth smoothed out on it. 

Bendy thought to himself a moment. Henry was still relatively young so he did not have any funeral preparations per say, just some requests in case any thing ever happened. The only thing that represented his father in this whole place were the flowers and pictures. Everything else was so formal. Really the drawings should be scattered and messy all over a table with coffee spills.  And on top of that everyone would be talking about the good times they had with him. No one would wear black. But he couldn't say that now could he.

People poured from cars to come greet Bendy and Boris and apologize. They didn't pay much attention to anyone. But there was one person who caught Bendy's eye. Alice. She approached him with a normal stance, although underneath, it was bluntly obvious she was feeling very timid and self doubting.

"hey." She almost whispered. Her words seemed to drift off in the wind. They were quiet, and it was almost like... no.... exactly like she had built up walls around her. A spiritual barrier that kept her true self concealed. Not the Alice I know, Bendy thought. 

"hi." Bendy managed. At the moment, he didn't want to speak to her, but not just her. He didn't want to speak to anyone.

"I... I know this isn't the right place to have an... emotional conversation. But I really am sorry." She continued in that voice. So familiar to Bendy yet... it sounded so small compared to how it used to convey to the world. Like she was shouting out her thoughts for the universe to hear. He smiled at her and nodded his head.

"There's no need to apologize. I hurt you, I'm the one who should be sorry." He gazed at the ground.

"well....... well.... well. good. I'm. I'm glad I didn't lose a friend." Her voice was still quiet, but her eyes seemed to light up a tad at his words. They locked eyes for a moment before Alice walked to her seat so people could start flooding Bendy and Boris with words, which to them sounded kind, but to Bendy and Boris they were empty and lonely. Just another thing to add to their pile of thoughts.

The reception started, people were sitting. It seemed to drag on for hours. Only ten minutes. That's how long they had. Before the first tear was shed, the boundary broken. Thoughts locked away returning to the front of their minds. The first tear shed by Susie. Next Alice, then a few strangers unrecognized.  As always, at a funeral there is one who sheds no tears. Maybe one who smiles, remembering the good times with the deceased. A giggle here a sob there,does it matter? In the end, their still dead. Of course it matters. It differentiates the positive, negative and those in between. Boris was simply staring off, unsure of whether he should be himself and laugh it off, or if he should cry. He felt Mugs steady eyes peering at him out of their corners. The voices were... quieter. They gave him a moment. A segment in time to breath, to think. He looked at his fathers cold pale face. And it was done.

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