Bendy sat on the desk looking into the mirror. He was off model not by much though. However, it was just enough to have an off brand feeling. The biggest issue was the glasses. He wouldn't wear them if he could see better, but he could barely see his hand in front of his face; it was all fuzzy. He turned away from it and sighed loudly. The demon sat there swinging his legs back and forth; he hung his head down. It wasn't fair! Ever since the incident in the music department, he had been grounded to his father's office. Joey had practically drilled it into his head that he wasn't allowed to go down there. Bendy never understood what was so bad about going down there! He had to admit though. When he went, he got a real bad feeling.
All he wanted to do was see it. Bendy didn't know why Joey wouldn't let him go down there; that was the one rule given to him that Joey wouldn't tolerate being broken; he knew he'd get in serious trouble if he got caught, but it would be completely worth it!
Bendy was excited when he finally got down there. The first thing he saw was the words Music Department painted on the wall. Below it was painted Director Sammy Lawrence. A chill ran down his spine. He felt a sudden pounding in his head. It happened every time he heard that name. Now he had never met the man, but he had heard his dad and uncle Henry yelling about him behind closed doors. This time was different though. His chest felt tight. It was getting increasingly difficult to breath. He doubled over and squeezed his eyes shut. Images of kids flashed through his mind. He recognized them yet...he also didn't. They felt like his memories but also felt like a complete stranger's. He let out a yell. The next thing he knew he was being held. He opened his eyes to see Joey cradling him in his arms. He took him to his office.
After Bendy calmed down, Joey chewed him out big time. It wasn't anything he wasn't expecting. Joey slammed the door as he left to go talk to Henry. He could hear them yelling and the name Sammy. His head started to hurt. Bendy looked at the small mirror on the desk. For a second, he could have sworn his normally black pie cut eyes were brown, but that was impossible....wasn't it?
So this is just a little one shot for an au I thought of a couple months ago. I call it Exchange. It'll make more sense if I post more about it.
