(batim x disney)Keep Smiling ((OLD/ BEING REMADE))

An Oozing Soul (7)

At first Mickey said nothing.
And then, anxiety and anger began to build up, obviously showing on his mixed face.

Bendy bit his cheek. "Look-"

Mickey couldn't hear him. A screaming well of voices erupted inside his head, forcing him to ask the question.

"What is this?"

"It's..." Bendy stared into his own soul, seeing it glow and writhe, as if in pain. It wanted to merge... "... Complicated..." He brought himself to say.

Mickey couldn't help what happened next.

He began to cry.

Bendy looked shocked and flustered. "N-no! Please don't cry! I can't..." His yellow eye reappeared, it's flickering flame rekindled, brought back into physical form through the storm of emotions surrounding him.

He sensed...
Anger.
Confusion.
Pain...
Pain that he himself understood.

Bendy let out a ripped growl- "STOP CRYING!"

"I-I can't... I c-can't help it..." Mickey sniffled. "The tears won't stop..."

For a second, Bendy's form flickered into a shadow. Its lip curled back to reveal wicked, jagged teeth.

"CrYIng WoNT SOlVe ANYthIng! What else do weak pathetic beings like yourself not know? You know NOTHING about pain!"

His breathing was ragged. Mickey was shocked out of his unstopping tears.

Bendy phased back, aghast, face full of regret.

"Mickey..." The mouse was already struggling to get up, scared.

AS HE SHOULD BE.

"No, no, no! You can't get back up yet! You need rest..." He outstretched his hand, but...

Mickey swat it away, weak as he was. "Monster! You want my soul, don't you?!"

Bendy felt hurt. Broken once more. Pain was so dull to him, and yet that pain from something other than physical injury...
It was fresh.
And... Somewhat nice...
But he didn't want to lose.
Not...
Not again.

"Mickey. You can't even stand up on your own. Think! If I had wanted your soul, then you would have already been dEAD."

Mickey winced, his tone of voice cutting like a surgical knife.

"But my soul- you didn't... Want it?"

Bendy was perplexed. "Heavens, no... But..."

"But...?" Mickey prompted.

"I-" Bendy choked out. "I need you to trust me." He breathed. "I know you want me."

Mickey spluttered. "What."

Bendy's eyes closed, as if showing in a way of his being concentrating...

"You want me. Our souls are binding. And if we're not careful... My theory is one of us isn't going to like it."
His voice was monotone, so flat yet deadly... Mickey couldn't process what he had just heard.

"We would... Interact?"

A smirk played on the demon's face. "One of us would have a lot of control, is what I should have said."

Damn, he wants this, was all Mickey could think.

Bendy sighed softly. "It's not that personal. My soul is strong, and yours is weak. Weak because... Of me. I want this to be in cooler water. If you want me to make this faster, then I can in a very non-painful way. Or... We could wait for the inevitable."

"Is that a threat?" Mickey glared.

Bendy waved his hands in a cool down manner. "It is only a choice."

Mickey grimaced. He actually could feel his heart longing to rip itself apart by combining with this toon... But he wouldn't give in. No, he was going to be himself.

Himself...

He glanced back at his red soul and sighed.

"No."

Mickey repeated once more.

"...No."

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