Bendy and Boris in The Inky Mystery

Book One: Quest for a Cure - Chapter 1: The Last Normal Day

Notes:

Hi! I'm Phantom! Whelp, this is a thing. This is my first work on this site so if ya got any pointers for me I would love to hear them. This fic is inspired by Bendy and Boris: The Quest For The Ink Machine over on tumblr. thebbros has done an awesome job with art. I have done my own little twist on this though so this story is it's own canon, but the Bendy and Boris I imagine is definitely from thebbros. You should take a peek if you're reading this.

https://thebbros.tumblr.com/post/159746600173

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Bendy felt uneasy. He didn't know why. Life had been the same.

Bendy didn't really remember anything before him and his bro. It had always been the two of them. Life in Sillyvision wasn't always easy, but Bendy couldn't really complain. His brother, Boris made the hard days worth it and they had come a long way. The brothers had it good as mechanics in Pete's shop. The hours could be long and Bendy knew that Pete was cheatin' them in pay, but still, they didn't live on the streets anymore. They had food on the table and a little extra for fun. Really, life was good.

Bendy scowled into the mirror as he dried his white face with a towel. He brush his fur and hair. He made sure the two points on his head were neat and straight. Some people had issues with horns, well, not the horns but more of what he was. A demon. His light eyes scanned over himself to make sure he was ready. Fangs brushed, hair done, face washed, gloves, shirt and pants were all there. He flicked his spiked tail. Everything was fine. So why did he feel like there should be more? Why was he so unsatisfied? With a huff he tossed the towel on the rack and headed into the little living room. Boris was laying on his stomach watching his idol on television, Mickey Mouse. Bendy chuckled at the star struck look in Boris's eyes. His wolf ears were perked and his furry tail wagged. He looked more like an excited puppy than a wolf. He was still young for a wolf. Only fourteen, he still had huge dark eyes, his black fur was brush and his white face clean too. He was completely ready to go. He tugged at the bandanna he always wore around his neck.

"Hey bro," Bendy greeted.

"Shh!" Boris hissed with a gloved finger against his lips. Bendy rolled his eyes playfully before heading into the kitchen. He grabbed an apple and bit into it with his lazy smile.

"Ya know, we're going to be late for work if we don't hurry," he pointed out between bites. Boris pouted over his shoulder.

"Ah," he whined, "just a little longer. It's almost over." He used his puppy eyes and Bendy quickly looked away. Too late.

"Alright," he sighed knowing he couldn't win against that look. "But I ain't covering for ya when Petey rips into you." Boris grinned.

"He only does that to you." Boris teased. Bendy huffed and tossed the apple core at his little brother. "Hey! Rude!" Boris barked as it bounced off his snout. Bendy laughed.

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The boys were five minutes late and Bendy couldn't help the grimace at spotting Pete. He was casually waiting for them leaning by the clock-in-box counting a stack of money. Bendy was amazed the wall didn't crumble under the girth of his boss. Pete's chin remained patchy with whiskers, his fur rough and unkempt. His garage overalls had a mustard stain. Bendy wasn't sure if Pete was a dog or a badger or maybe a cat. He never bothered to ask, but he pitied whatever species had to share the title with him. Boris gave Bendy a nervous glance and reached for his card. The moment he clocked in Pete's close set eyes zeroed in on them.

"Oh boys! So, you had planned to come in today." Pete mocked surprise.

Boris shrunk. "Y-yes sir. Sorry we're a little late I—"