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The music from the jukebox filled the room. I drummed my fingers on the desk, humming softly to myself. On my lucid days, the music would help calm my racing mind. I would shut myself in the room and keep to myself so I wouldn't make any mistakes. I didn't want to be anything less than perfect in my Lord's presence.
I looked down at the empty paper in front of me. I had felt like composing earlier, but now all the ideas had slipped away. The music was the only thing keeping the thoughts from my mind. Normally, being lucid was a wonderful thing, but not now.
I was so distracted that I didn't even notice the ink veins forming on the wall until they began pulsating. I turned quickly and was face to face with Bendy. I couldn't help but jump backwards, ramming the chair into the desk.
The demon made a noise similar to a chuckle and steadied the chair, looming over me. "Did I startle you?" He asked in a voice deeper than my own.
"Y-yes, my Lord. You did," I said, doing an awful job of hiding the fear in my voice. "I was not expecting you."
He purred at that. "I came to check out what my favorite prophet was doing. I figured you were the one behind the music."
"Favorite prophet? I'm your only prophet."
"I know that, but you can still be my favorite, right? Anyway, I'm quite bored so," he held out his hand to me, bending down a little. "May I have this dance?"
I was taken aback, and I was certain he could see the surprise on my face. Wordlessly, I reached out and hesitantly took the hand. He pulled me out of the chair and against him, chuckling to himself while he did so. "Don't be so nervous. I'm not going to hurt you," he said with a smile.
He put his hand on my waist while the other took mine, and he started to move, seeming to glide across the floor. I kept up to the best of my ability, trying to match his steps without messing up.
Eventually, I caught on to the movements and we danced together perfectly. He twirled me around, and then dipped me down unexpectedly when the song ended. My mask almost slid off of my face, and I was certain I was falling. I tried to straighten myself only to have Bendy push his forehead against my mask.
With a small chuckle, he raised it up and his lips met mine for a brief moment. He pulled away and pulled me upright again. "Don't forget to breathe, my prophet," he said before turning and leaving the room.
I was left breathless in the room, wondering if what had just happened was real or if it had been a figment of my imagination. I got my answer when I heard Bendy from down the hall. "I hope we can dance again sometime."
"Of course, my Lord. It would be my pleasure," I called back before sitting in the chair once more. It seemed that now, the notes were flowing smoothly again. With a smile, I set to composing once more.