Bent Cups - Bendy x Cuphead

Chapter 6

~~ hey guys. I'm still here. Here's the next chapter for ya ~~

*Bendy pov*

Oh yes. He came back. And with a SHIT ton of questions!! Some weren't even relevant to my black eye, or my cuts and bruises!!!?? At some point, he managed to make the chat more serious, and less stupid.

"Okay, another question. Why did he do this?"

I paused, just staring at him, hoping that will tell him to move to the next question.

"uuuhm.... Alright. Uhh, has this happened before?"

I shook my head 'no'.

"Was Boris hurt?"

I shook my head 'no' again.

"why won't you go outside?"

     This was a hard one to answer.
"So... I'm big with kids. My show makes them laugh, and they look up to me in some way. This is bad for multiple reasons... Those kids shouldn't have to see their idol... Treated... Like this... And Henry is how our shows start off and get big. If public got word of what he did, he'd be outta here, and I couldn't use the show money to get food on our plates anymore. No more Bendy the dancing demon. Just don't go getting the police, it'll all be fine."

Cuphead stated in what seemed to be thought.

"Okay. Last question: just show me where it hurts."

He's kidding, right?

I pointed to my shoulder blade, my rib cage, and my probably bleeding neck, along with my eye and legs. Cuphead looked a bit saddened. Fella doesn't got any reason to be? It's not like he took the shit!!

"Really got ya good, huh...? C'mon I'm gonna help you clean it all up."

     When cuphead was done, I practically looked like a mummy. I walked in front of a mirror and held my arms forward, doing my best mummy impersonation. Cuphead giggled, but then right after called me an idiot cuz it looked more like a zombie impersonation.

     We argued a little bit, but soon stopped once Sammy walked in. "Bendy-man. I thought I'd drop by after Boris came to visit. He didn't elaborate, but I do know the shit with Henry and all. Sorry, dude. If you ever need anything-a place to stay, a pal, an education- whatever, just get me. Coolio bro?" he said, patting my head very gently and handed me a record disk. He left very quickly waving goodbye, seemingly giving no regards to cuphead's existence.

      Cuphead reached from behind and grabbed the disk. "Classic swing hits, huh? I didn't know you were into this kinda music, ink-freak."  I smiled at him and ran to the record room, rushing to find that record player. I find it, and start up the CD. Music starts playing, and even though he'd probably never heard this kind of music before, I'll betcha he'll like it.

     He came calmly walking in, smirk plastered across his face, growing when I began to start dancing on my own. After a while, he started too dance as well, but he kinda looked like a baby giraffe trying to dance like me... I guess it wouldn't hurt if I showed the hottie how to do it.....

~~ hoi. I'm still saving certain parts of the story up for something later on, hopefully it'll look o okay. If anyone has questions about anything, knock ya self out. Just don't ask about huskies....\cough\JACK\cough\everyonebuthim\cough\