Devil's Swing • Book 1 •

• The Studio • Chapter 2 •

I stayed quiet laying on the ground, only whimpering a little. The shadow rose again.

"No, no, no, don't-!"

It came down on me once again. My vision blackened as quick as I could blink.

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"Hey, kid. Wake up."

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"Are you even alive?"

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"Aw c'mon, don't die on me now."

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"I said wake up."

A hand shook my body. My eyes remained shut, but I was awake.

"Seriously, I'm done waiting." It said, clearly impatient. I flickered my eyes open, adjusting to the light. I tried getting up, but my arm failed on me. My head slammed onto the ground. I closed my eyes again, groaning.

"Ow.." I whispered. Two hands helped my body up. The hands were weirdly shaped, like they were stung a bunch of times. I slowly opened my eyes once again, looking at the weird man. Only, it wasn't a man...?

Oh my god... oh my god, no.. oh god, this has to be a dream, this has to be-

"I'm Bendy. Bendy the Dancing Demon. It's nice to meet you!" Bendy exclaimed. My eyes stuck onto him like he was some monster. A big smile rose on my face as he stood in front of me.

"You're.. Bendy.." I muttered. He looked confused.

"Yea. We established that." He said awkwardly. I blushed from embarrassment. I didn't mean to mess up in front of my childhood.

"But.. wait, were you the one that hit me?!" I yelled. He backed up a little, tilting his head.

"Nope, why would you think that? I saved you. You should be thanking me, not yelling at me!" He pouted. I shook my head to clear my mind.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to-" He interuppted me with a smile. His "teeth" were pearly white. They caught my eyes and shut my mouth.

"It's alright, it was a mistake. So, what's your name?" He asked.

"M-my name..?" I stuttered. I felt like I was six again, sitting in front of my TV.

"Hey kids, what's your name? My name is Bendy! Your friendly demon!" He spouted a pure laugh. My smile grew as I raised up my tiny hands.

"Mama, he's talking to me!" I smiled as I said, "My name is (Y/n)!" I giggled. Mama smiled at me, patting my head.

"He sure is, (Y/n). He sure is."

"Hello? Is anyone there?" He jokingly asked as he waved a hand in front of my face. I blinked a few times.

"I, uh.. sorry. My name is (Y/n)." I answered, reaching out my hand to shake his. He looked at it, smiling. Like always. He took my hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/n)," he let go of my hand. His glove felt leathery, but soft. It had a nice feel to it. He put it back at his side, his short body barely reaching my shoulders, "So, how'd you get here? Actually, scratch that. Why are you here? This isn't a place for a.. girl. Like you." He scratched his head, black liquid being spread on his glove.

"I was looking for-" He interuppted me again, but this time without a smile. It faded out when he started asking me questions.

"Why were you calling out Joey's name? What business do you have with him? Actually.. I recognize you. Are you that girl..?" He studied me from top to bottom.