♥︎ Autophobia • Bendystraw ♥︎

• Chapter 1 •

(This chapter has been edited and renovated from its original)

|| 6:45 am || Tuesday ||
Bendy's POV
I watch as the fresh morning dew quietly slides down the window. I lean against it, my hair becoming damp in the slightest when it hits the foggy glass.
My eyes wander to Boris, my loving younger brother whose tying his tie. "Ready Bends?" He asks with a smile. I smile back, standing up from my seat on the windowsill.
A smile could speak for itself. It could hide a lot of things. It's quite beautiful in away.
I stop daydreaming and step out of the door, locking it up once both of us were out. I guess, in a way, I've always been a daydreamer. As cliché as it might be, I'm also a bit of an outcast. I've only ever really been willing to open up and show how I really feel to my brother. Sadly, I think the novelty of that has worn away these past two years. I'm not concerned about our relationship as brothers. We speak in silence, emotions radiate off Boris but I'm just no longer interested in everything he has to say.
It's as horrible as it sounds, not being interested in your brother. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. I usually try to avoid it, just like how I avoid people. I pick my head up and continue walking alongside Boris.

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Soon enough we arrived at the hell gates of the school. While I was walking here I made the decision that today and Thursday will be the days I skip class. Although I have high honor grades, I choose not to accept that by skipping class every once in a while. School's handbook states that every student must attend class (unless of illness, injury, or funerals) or proper grades will not be granted.
In my opinion, I'm not concerned about skipping every so often. It helps me unwind. Next thing I knew I was already heading to the gardening club. I guess Boris must've realized where I was headed, and continued to class.
I reach into my khaki pocket and pull out my key ring. I pushed the other keys aside, looking for the tea house key. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, sliding the key ring back into my pocket. I slide my checkered backpack off my shoulders and onto the carpeted floor.
I kneel down and pull out my worn-out notebook. I snatch a pen from my desk and start to daydream again.
I begin to think of what kind of poem to write. Lately, I've just been coming up with a lot of solemn topics. So I've been wanting to brighten up the stoic theme I've unintentionally developed.
I let my mind wander into my 'happy place' the first thing that comes to my mind are flowers. Although so beautiful and pure, they could represent hurt and insecurity covered up by an imperfect facade. And there I go again! Adding such dark themes into light-hearted stuff.
My pen begins to glide ever so gracefully on the paper. I write myself into a trance-like state.

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My pen lifts from the paper. I snap back to reality, realizing I've been at the poem for about forty-five minutes already. The cramping in my hand shot out to me as soon as I stopped. Hm, I didn't feel any pain while I was writing. I guess I really was in a trance..

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Soon enough, lunchtime had rolled around. I usually just stay and eat in the tea house. It's placed in a remote area in the courtyard, so it's extra easy to avoid teachers.
My other classmates see me as a loner and an asshole. In my old school, I was popular and well-liked. That all changed after we moved. I used to be so upset and scared when we first moved. I've learned to accept that things are going to be like this from now on.
"Cups!" This catches my attention, "What are, you a sissy? Why are you smelling the flowers?" I peak out of the window. I spot a tall, cup-headed guy that seems to be startled by his 'friend' ever so rudely yelling at him. "You aren't Mac Davis. Let's go and play some football, man."
"Jeez, talk about cliché jock stereotypes." I whisper to myself as I roll my eyes. That's when I realized that I never saw his face. I've never heard his name either! Hopefully, I don't find out who he is. He seems like a dunce.

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And just like every other BORING day at school, it ends on an 'ok' note. I lock the wooden, vine infested door to the tea house. Taking my leave to find Boris, I close my eyes and touch the flowers gently with my fingertips. "Bendy!" Jesus, he scared the living crap outta me! "I have some VERY important news!!" Boris exclaims jumping up and down with literal stars in his eyes.
'Here we go..' "What's up?" I ask, recovering from my mini heart attack. Boris walks alongside me and says "I have a new friend! He's real nice and..." That's when I start to tune him out. I just nod and act as I listen. It's not that I don't want to listen. As I said, I'm just not interested. Sometimes I unintentionally don't listen to him and his- "Bendy.?" My brother stops. "Oh, uh yeah.?" I respond, hoping that he only said my name once. "Never mind, it not important!" Boris smiles warmly. The conversation for the rest of the night ended right there. I'm still not sure if I should've asked him if everything was okay.

I'm sure he's alright.

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