Bendy and Friends

Chapter 18: Makeover and the Limo

By morning, everyone had returned from their 'missions'. The cartoons were piled on top of each other in the middle of the hallway, practically dead asleep. Meanwhile Sammy was in the kitchen with Dylan, who for some reason decided to stay with them instead of his own house.

Dylan was seated at the small kitchen table, staring intently at the mug of ink Axel had given him the night before. "I just don't know what to do," he said, gesturing to himself and the ink.

Sammy was at the stove, frying a few eggs for the two of them. "Well, you don't see me looking normal at all. So I wouldn't recommend it, considering the effects could be different for everyone." He said, flipping an egg a little too high and causing it to splatter on the ceiling.

Dylan sighed, placing his head in his palms.

From across the room, they heard several thumps and saw the cartoons rising up. "Good morning!" They all screamed in unison. "Ow," Dylan muttered.

Alice glided over to Sammy and pulled him away from the stove. "Today's your day!" She said gleefully, pulling him towards the table and shoving him into a seat. She clicked off the stove, and grabbed several bottles of the foundation off the counter. She sat down across from him, and grabbed a beauty blender and a can of spray-on hair. "Ready for your makeover?" She beamed, not even allowing him to answer before she got to work.

Dylan just assumed he was supposed to take over on cooking the eggs, so he turned the stove back on and resumed cooking them. Boris came up behind him, and stared at the skillet full of eggs. "What the [CENSORED] is that?" He pointed at the pan.

"It's a frying pan," Dylan responded, looking at Boris and taking his eyes off the eggs for a moment. By the time he looked back, the eggs were horribly burnt. "Oh my god!" Dylan fumbled around in the cabinets and roughly grabbed two plates. He dumped the eggs onto them, and clicked off the stove. He threw the frying pan out the conveniently-open window, and ran to sit down with the plates. "Breakfast is served." He panted slightly, grabbing the whole egg and shovelling it down his throat and choking slightly.

Boris and Bendy both sat down, joining them at the table. "So. Plans." Bendy simply said awkwardly, grabbing a large knife out of a nearby drawer and tossing it up and down.

Dylan screwed his eyes shut, and groaned. "Well, I know I have to hang out with Carlos and Axel today. I might bring Patricia—I mean Boris, as well." He said.

Sammy sneezed on Alice as she dusted some weird powder onto his nose, causing Alice to accidentally create a large smear across his weirdly normal looking face. "I have to go to lunch with Joey today." He stated, trying not to sneeze again as she started dusting some up his nostril. He resisted the urge to stand up and kick her all the way across the room and out the front door.

Bendy subtly nodded, still tossing around the massive butcher's knife. "Yeah, good luck to you all." He threw the knife at the wall, landing it perfectly on a framed stock photo of a man and woman hugging each other.

Dylan took a deep breath, and got up from his chair. He put the mug of ink into the refrigerator, and walked out the front door. Boris practically exploded out of his chair and bolted after him, almost flipping the table over entirely.

Bendy got up and left the room, heading upstairs to the second floor, leaving Alice and Sammy alone.

For a few minutes, there was silence between the two. "So," Alice said, attempting to initiate a conversation. "I know you're going as Joey's moral support and all," she began, blending the foundation efficiently onto his face. "But do you need any moral support yourself?" She questioned, moving down to his neck.