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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖌𝖔 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘...

'𝖙𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓...

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🅱🅴🅽🅳🆈:

You and Bendy stayed in line, stuck, seemingly not moving because a shit ton of people really want to ride the ferris wheel. So you were pretty grumpy. So to end up stuck while sat on top of it, miserable, undeniably sucks "A clown better not jump on me..." You muttered. Bendy did an anime sigh, shaking his head. "Cheer up, babe-"

"Don't babe me."

"Er, alright, Y/N. Look on-"

"The bright side? What's next, it can't get worse?! Huh?!" You threw your hands up the air. "What can get worse than this?! WE'RE STUCK, BENDY. WE CAN FALL, FLY OFF, TURN UPSIDE DOWN, A COW FALLS ON US- SO MUCH MORE! SO DON'T SAY THAT CAUSE AT LEAST ONE OF THAT'S GONNA HAPPEN." You groan before falling back, crossing your arms. Bendy sighed, grabbing a bag of chocolate pieces and showing it to you. "You want one?"

You stare at it, then at him, then back at the sweet. You sigh. "Fine." He grins, opening it. Before you could grab it, he puts it away from you. "Ah ah ah," You growl. "No."

He shrugs. "More for me." You snarled before opening your mouth slowly; brows still furrowed. He smirked, grabbing a piece and putting it in your mouth. You ate it.

As seconds passed, you muttered. "Thanks..." He grins. "You're welcome, babe."

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B̶o̶r̶i̶s̶:̶

You both laugh, leaning on each other as Boris hugs you. Bendy would have a heart attack if he ever saw this. Good thing he was stuck on a ferris wheel somewhere with his girlfriend.

You two rode the train that explored the whole carnival. You two just finished doing some real messed up shit to a stall that wasn't in use so now you were escaping. Clowns walked around the train, telling jokes here and there. 

You and Boris shared a drink, trying to make your first date memorable. Everyone suspected that you two had feelings for each other, yes, but no one ever suspected you two to be together, and yet here you are! On a date which no one knew of but yourselves.

Except Fiona: but her mouth is shut.

 As you both finished your drink, your scarf tied around the both of you. It was your favorite color, of course. A color in which Boris has learned to love as well. 

The night was chilly, but beautiful nonetheless. Boris made sure to keep you warm, hugging you and giving you small kisses on the cheek. Young love is precious. Two twelve year olds discovering and experiencing love first hand; with people they truly care about.