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“Once, a real long time ago, Bendy almost got hit by a streetcar. He jokes about it now, but it wasn’t funny back then. Or now, really... Me and my brother never really had a 'normal life', there’s gotta be a reason for that, but I can’t really put my finger on what…”
…
"Boris, the hell are you on? Your scrawny ass wasn’t even alive back then..." Bendy let out an exasperated sigh. “And why are you talking to yourself? Are ya finally goin’ looney?” Tears pricked in the corners of Boris' eyes, his lower lip trembling. "B-but Bendy! It's still scary because you could've DIED…!"
Bendy facepalms. He then stands, and places his hands on his hips. “Well, I didn’t, did I?”
“Well…” Boris paused, pouting. “...no…”
“You still could, though!!”
Bendy rolls his eyes.
“Good lawd, Boris, stop acting like such a girl! And why on God’s green Earth would I die, huh?”
“I’m not a-!”
KRRRKKSSSHHH!!!
Bendy yelped, jumping back. He managed to push both a chair and Boris down in the process of tripping on the chair. Boris had a slow reaction time. Most reaction out of him was a pathetic sound akin to a squeak. Meanwhile, there were glass shards covering the floor, and one had become lodged in Bendy’s calve.
Then, Bendy hears a commotion outside. Cackling. He stands up, walking shakily towards the window with his brows furrowed.
“FUCKIN’ VANDALS!” Bendy shrieked, shaking his fist as he leaned out of the mostly empty hole in the wall where the window was.
Outside, on the bustling streets below, two adolescent boys stood. One noticeably taller than the other, but still short. Both were laughing.
The smaller one noticed the outburst from above, looking up. His expression turned to one of worry.
“Uhm, I think we oughta go now…”
“Huh?”
The taller one paused, looking down at the shorter. The shorter gestures to the window, causing the taller to look up. His eyes widened.
“D’aw, shit! Let’s go before they call us in!” The taller one exclaimed, nervously chuckling as he grabbed the shorter one by the arm. The vandals scattered off into the bustling crowds of the streets.
Of course, none of this exchange was heard by Bendy. Too far down. So, all he saw was just two idiots running away like cowards.
“Dammit, how are we gonna explain this to the motel owners?? WHAT IF I HAVE TO PAY FOR IT?!” Bendy groaned, putting his hands over his face.
“What does fa-fuh…fag- How do you pronounce this??”
“What?” Bendy lifted his face, raising a brow. Boris was holding up a large stone with a befuddled expression on his face as he observed it. Most likely the stone the vandals threw to break the window, “The hell’s got you so interested in a goddamned rock?”
“It’s got this weird word on it!”
“Give it here.”
Bendy walked over (with effort, due to the mess of glass still present), and yanked the stone out of Boris’ hands.
“Let’s see…’Faggot’.” Bendy shot Boris an exasperated look, sighing. “How do you not know what faggot means??? Aw, nevermind it. You’re gonna find out what it means eventually…”
Bendy rubbed his temples, tossing the stone onto the ground, kicking up some glass in the process. This glass hit his leg. “Ow, goddammit!” Bendy hisses out. “Fuck it, I’m gonna go get dressed, then complain to the workers about this... Stay put, I don’t want ya breaking every bone in your skinny ass body!”
Bendy grumbled as he tip-toed out of the room to get dressed. “On my day-off, too!”
Boris pouted, standing awkwardly. He glanced around, his eye catching the glass shining in the light. Like an idiot, Boris bent down to pick up a shard and inspect it.
The shard dug into his palm, blood beginning to seep out.
"Ow!" He cried out.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he forced himself to suck it up and deal with it. Bendy doesn’t like it when he’s bothersome…
Minutes later, Bendy came out of the other room, his face remaining all scrunched up. “Here.” He threw a coat and boots at Boris. “Put all’at on, we’re probably gonna have to move motels. And wait HERE while I deal with this garbage, I don’t want you lookin’ like a stray dog.”
With that, he left.
Boris suddenly gained an irrational fear that something would happen to Bendy. Something bad. No, bad was too small an adjective. A numerous amount of hypothetical scenarios flashed through Boris's mind like a movie. And none of them ended well. So, he shucked on the heavy coat and tugged on the boots.
Boris walked through the hall alone, attempting to follow Bendy. It seemed to stretch on for miles.
"Bendy...?" He called out.
Silence.
He continued on, persistent.
"Ugh...where is the lobby again?"
Boris kept on, starting to look around at the plain, peeling wallpaper of the hallway with anxiety.
That is, until he heard a very recognizable chattering in the near distance.
Boris rushed over to the end of the hall, peeking out from a corner.
"So you see, I was just minding my own business, when suddenly THIS GIGANTIC ROCK came FLYING through the window and--" Bendy started to cough. "And shattered the damned window," he choked out. Bendy's brows furrowed, his expression suddenly turning to one of panic. "Excuse me...for just a momen-" He coughs. "..Moment." His breathing becomes visibly labored as he attempts to stagger off towards a restroom.
Bendy stumbled and nearly tripped over the carpet, and in doing so, crashed backwards into Boris.
"B-Bendy?!" Boris spluttered.
Bendy choked, a dark liquid oozing out of his mouth.
"Fffffhg--"
And then he collapsed.
Boris held back a shriek as Bendy retched, the foul substance spilling out of him and staining the carpet.
"B-Bendy?! BENDY?! BENDY!!"