(Updated version : 2018 September )
(Word count: Before - 1276 After - 1623)
I lumbered around the animation studio trying to find The dancing demon. I found him in one of the old animation rooms, sitting by an old desk, papers and pens strewn about. By the looks of it, he hadn't heard me enter the room. I slowly walk behind where he was sitting quietly and look over his shoulder to see what he is doing. Drawing. I place my arms around his shoulders.
"What ya doing?" I ask as Bendy jumps in surprise.
"Y/n, you scared me," he said looking up into my bright e/c eyes. I laugh at his expression, he pouts with disappointment before smiling up at me.
"That's the whole point," I say, letting go of Bendy. He swivels in his seat and looks at me.
"Drawing," he replies to my comment from before. The seat he's sitting on is tall, his feet only an inch above the ground. His tails sways back and forth.
"Bendy, can I ask you something?" I ask eyeing his drawing behind him.
"Sure, Darlin," he said smiling. I smirked before replying.
"Bendy, can you draw yourself?" I look him dead in the eye. His smile gets bigger, hoisting his ego even higher.
"Actually, yes, I can, I mean I am a cartoon after all," he says pointing to himself in self-satisfaction.
"Can you show me?" I ask. He starts to look nervous and is posture stiffens.
"Hold on... You want me to show you right now?" he asks looking into my eyes. I nod with a sense of seriousness.
"If it's not an issue," I say looking at his worried face.
"Pffshh. Of course it's not an issue, just let me sketch it out..." he swivels in his seat again so he's now facing his paper on the desk. He grabs on of the many pens and starts to draw. I walk over to the front of the desk and stare at him working, taking a seat from another old wooden desk to sit and watch.
"Uhh," he mumbles as he scraps something off the page.A small smile forms on my lips, watching as he scrapes the pen over the paper. At one point he became so angered on what he was drawing he scrunched it up and tossed it behind him, bouncing off the wall and into the trash can in the corner of the room. He grabbed another piece of paper and started sketching again. I watched as his face of anger became one of determination again in a split second.
"Ha... forgot how fun this was," he said as he continued to scribble on the paper. He didn't sound so sure. He stops what he is doing and slowly looks up at me watching. He smiles deeply and rests his elbow on the table (not on the paper) and rested his chin on his hand, his other hand tapping the table with the pen still in his grasp.
"Watchin' me won't hurry up perfection, hun," he says. He then turns back to his page and continues scribbling. He sticks out his tongue after two minutes of sketching and dips his pen in the ink pot near by before continuing, I didn't even notice it resting upon the table before.
"Let's just clean these lines up..." he then looks back down nervously. Then he looks up at me and smiles in satisfaction and self appreciation.
"Ya know for being a bit rusty, this ain't to shabby! Maybe I shoulda just drawn the show myself," he says while picking up the paper and looking at it. I roll my eyes and smile. Suddenly the page starts to shake and an ink like creature pounces from the page with a roar that filled the room. My eyes open wide and I fall of the chair, scattering backwards into on of the tables. I look up at it, think for a moment and dash to sit on top of it, pulling my knees to my chest, watching the ink demon stare at it for a moment.
"Sweet merciful Mornin' star," swears Bendy as he drops the paper onto the ground a made a dash for another table.
The monster crawled from the paper and headed towards Bendy, hissing and scratching at the ground.
"Shit, Shit," Bendy swears as he jumps from the table and runs towards me. He jumps up onto the table as well and almost pushes me off, before gabbing onto be and hugging me close, shaking with fear. I look up at him from my squashed position and see he's looking worriedly at the monster. I put my arms around him as he continues to shake. The monster looks in our direction, I think, and starts to slowly crawl its way over. Bendy shivers slightly before putting on a brave face and gets down from the table and out of my grip and starts looking around.
"SAMMY, WHERE IN SATINS NAME IS THE BUCKET," screams out Bendy as he takes a glance at the ink blob that is now clinging to the chair and slightly screeching.
"What," Sammy's voice comes from a few halls down small and weak, barely audio-able.
"THE BLOODY BUCKET!" screeches Bendy as the creature turns its head and looks me in the eye. I squeak and back a bit further onto the table, watching it with fear and slight fascination.
"Why?" screams back Sammy as Bendy looks at me in concern. He then walks towards the creature no longer scared but angry.
"I NEED IT SAMMY!" he screams again. Bendy looks like he's about hit the creature into the next few rooms, his face becoming disoriented.
"Did you check the closet?" came Sammy's voice again, mockingly, like this happens all the time.
"YES!" screamed Bendy as the creature grew another arm and reached towards Bendy. Jeez Sammy is lazy. Why doesn't he come up and check for himself? Bendy looked as though he's thinking the same thing.
"There's no need to yell Bend.." Sammy says as I hear movement coming from the next room.
"FOR THE LOVE OF LUCIFER SAMMY!" screams out Bendy. He pinches the bridge of his nose. The creature hisses again and touches Bendy's foot with its third inky hand.
"Fine let me look for it," I hear a sigh. I look back at Bendy, who is looking in disgust at the ink the creature left on his foot. The creature roars and I see a long row of sharp white teeth. I stare at them with wonder, how'd that thing come from Bendy's drawing?
"Yeah you do that Sammy," Bendy says more to himself then to the music director.
The creature goes to reach out at Bendy again, another arm beginning to form.
"Get offa' me ugly," Bendy growls as he kicks the creature in the nose. If it even had a nose. Bendy's tail flicks around in frustration. He looks at where I'm sitting and his angry frown turns into a sadden one. He was about to say something when Sammy's voice filled the room.
"I found it," Bendy then frowns angrily again.
"Finally!" Bendy says as he exits the room. I look at the creature that is now hissing at Bendy's retreating back. It then turns towards me. I yelp and it seems to smirk at my frightened form. Bendy comes back with a bucket and a determined frown on his face. He stumbles slightly and a bit of water falls from the bucket. The creature looks at it, staring then screeching as Bendy gets closer.
Bendy pulls the bucket back and with all his might, splashes the monster with the water. The creature hisses with pain, thrashing about, splashing both ink and water all over the floor. It slowly melts until it is nothing but a watery ink mess.
"Yikes," Bendy frowns. He then turns back and leaves the room. I get up and walk towards the mess. I touch it with my foot and it hisses slightly. I jerk back with a squeal. Bendy comes back with one of the old mops and sees my state and slightly smiles. He then starts to mop up the mess.
"Bendy, what was that?" I ask as I walk over to where he is. Which isn't too far.
"Haven't ya been payin' attention? It was my drawin'." He said as he looked up at me as he continued to mop. The mop now looked like a paint brush with black ink on it.
"I still don't understand," I say. He sighs.
"Really gonna make me break it down for ya," he says leaning on the mop and frowning. I nod.
"I may of regrettably forgotten that some of my drawing's come to life ya know?" he says as he points to himself. "I mean I am a Demon of pen and ink after all." I smile.
"But these squirts aren't like me, not in the least bit," he says, indicating the blob on the floor that was now a smear.
He steps on it and lifts up his shoe. Ink trails from the smear and Bendy looks at it in disgust. He then looks up at me and smiles.
"I guess being born into the hands of a devil doesn't give them the same heart a human artist can," he said dropping the mop into the bucket he filled with water again. He walked over to me and hugged my waist. I smiled and went to lean down. Before I could, Bendy grabs my hand and back and dips me, planting his lips on mine. He smiled into the kiss. Once he pulled away and lifted me back up, I sat on the ground and he sat on my lap. I rested my head on his and we stared at the ink blob. After a moment I spoke up.
"Thanks Bendy for saving me, my hero." Bendy looked up at me and smiled.
Insperation : https://askthedevilswing.tumblr.com/post/160636251207/hey-bendy-can-you-draw-yourself