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The scraping of pens on paper and the occasional chair groan was the only thing you could hear in the room. Multiple desks of the somewhat big room held many people. Mostly white men. There was that colored folk in this department tho. Pretty sure his name was John. Congratulations to him, those colored folk have a hard time getting good jobs. And on the subject of jobs. I was finishing the last details of the scene I was working on. 

   Bendy was fighting the Butcher Gang. He grabbed Edger and spinning around before letting go as Edgar flew into the distance. He was supposed to just simply disappear but I decided to add a bit of flair. Adding a small explosion in the background. After some edits and fixes. He was finished. And just in time for lunch, what are the chances? He stood up with the rest; not the first, but not last. In the middle. He and the rest made their way to the break room, he was in the middle of the group.

   Once he sat down at the corner table, he reached into his bag and grabbed his food. A simple sandwich and sweet tea (he put it in a decent size bottle to hold it). He also had one of those little paper cups by the coffee pot. Poring himself a drink, he started eating. 3 exactly seconds later, someone sat down across from him. Looking up from his food, he sees green/grey eyes and dark brown skin.

"Hey John."

"Hey!...um. what's your name again?"

"Oh, it's-"

"Oh it doesn't really matter! I wanna ask you something?" The grin on John's face grew as he spoke. Probably didn't realize he cut him off. He always had a voice that spoke 'happiness'. That doesn't stop some of the remarks he hears from others when John ain't in the room. "Do you wanna meet later? There's this one restaurant that allows all colors and it has pretty good food."

He was about to answer but stops when he hears a remark from the other side of the room. Did he forget to mention he has quite amazing hearing? "Well those 'fairies' could at least keep it hidden. No one wants to know that they're going to hell." Giving a glance to that direction to see a couple women looking in their direction. But they quickly look away when they notice he sees them. 

What the hell does that mean?! He's not part of that group! And John ain't either! He's just happy! Can't he be happy? Shaking away those thoughts, he faces John. Who seems a bit confused about him looking away from him. "Sure. I have nothi-" BANG The door suddenly slams open making everyone jump and making the couple women scream. Siiiggh. Why does Henry always do this? He doesn't have to kick open every...door...Dear God.

There stood...something. neck down it looked like one of those colored folk who are extremely dark. It was almost pitch black. Then the bones came up. It was skinny. Like ribs almost breaking skin skinny. But he might have mistaken it for a naked person who was just in a lake if it weren't the head. It looked kinda like the bendy from the cartoon they worked on. But the horns were bigger and sharper. The teeth in the sinister smile were sharp. Then it...had no eyes. Wait, maybe it did. The ink just covered up that area. He also noticed a tail behind it. It was stuck between its legs like a scared cat. Wait, like a wh-

"AHHHHHHH DEMON!!"

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The room broke into chaos as everyone backed into the opposite wall from it. Except for him, he was looking at the tail of it. Tucked in-between its legs. He then looked at its head. Properly looked at it. It would look at them then look at the door. Like it was expecting someone to go through the broken door. Like...it was scared? Taking a risk he stood up, ignoring his now half eaten lunch. He then very slowly walked towards it. He could feel the eyes of everyone else on his back as they turned to him. 

"Hey! Don't go near it!" He heard a man yell. Causing it to slightly jump and face the group, growling. Fucking hell Sam, shut the hell up sometime. He raised his hand up towards the group to silence them. He then raised his other hand towards it. That caused it to face him again as he started to slowly walk towards it. It did take a couple steps back but didn't do much as he got closer. Being this close, he finally realized how tall it was. He was quite tall himself, being over the average height. But he was only chest height to it. It must have been over 7 feet tall! Finally getting close to where he could touch it, he froze. Shit, what now?! Ummm...

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...pet it? He brought his hand up to the right side of its head, slowly rubbing it. Fuck. Why did he think this was a good idea?! It was gonna...is...is it rubbing against his hand?! Looking at it, and yeah. It was rubbing against his hand. Pushing into it. It's smile, that he just now realized was tense before, looked like a pleased smile. He smiled also, why? He was fucking petting a monster. Who can say they did that?

He then heard soft footsteps getting closer, he gave a quick glance behind him. It was John. He was slowly getting near. Going the same speed he did before. But when he got near, it must have finally noticed tho because it went away from his hand and growled at John. 

"Hey. Hey. It's okay. He's good. Calm down lit-big guy." He quickly placed his back onto the side of it. Petting again. If it had eyes it would have glared at John. But it just leaned against his hand again. Seeing as he's good now, John walked beside me. John then slowly raises his hand to the other side of the head. Slowly petting it, it had stopped rubbing against my hand while looking at John. And for a few seconds it stayed like that before it slowly leaned away from his hand to John's hand. Rubbing against it. He also noticed it didn't seem to rub as hard against John's hand as he did his. 

John then let his hand fall away before slowly back away. "Had to do that at least once." He then slowly backed away to the group. The group, keeping its distance from him. He then faced it again as he continued petting it. It stayed like a good minute. No one was not leaving since it was right in front of the door. He then heard more footsteps, not in the room, but outside. "Oh There you...are...what are you doing?!" Looking around it, he sees Joey with the most shock ridden face ever. "Get away from It! It broke free and needs to be put back! It's a monster!"

"Come on. It doesn't seem that much of a monster." He slowly raises his hands, rubbing the horns. "In fact he seems like a c-OOF" He felt like a football player just tackled him as he fell on ass. He heard a few screams from the group. He then felt something press against his chest. Finally focusing after getting knocked unfocused. He could see it basically laying on the ground with its arms sprawled out past him. And its head pressed against his chest. His hands were still on its horns. He unconsciously rubbed them.

...He then heard a motorcycle. Wha. Why can he hear a...oh...oh my God...that's so adorable! He grinned even better as he continued rubbing its horns. The purring it had before getting louder. It really is a cat! He let out laugh as he continued petting its horns.

This...this is nice.

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Once Joey chained It back up in a supply closet. Joey told him he needed to talk to him in private. Walking inside Joey's office was weird. The only time he was in here was when he just got the job. Joey sat down in his office chair as he took the seat across from Joey. "Ok. I guess you wanna explanation from me." Joey coughed a couple times before continuing. "That monster... Was supposed to be Bendy. Do you know about the Ink Machine? You probably have from my meetings" That last bit was more of a mumble but you heard it..."I'm never invited to the meetings. Since...I'm not high enough in this job."

"Oh. You're not Dill? Or was it Bill?" Wha? Joey rubbed his chin and looked up slightly as he got lost in thought. "No that's not me...I don't think anyone is named Bill...or Dill." He then looked back at you. "Oh... Well anyway. On the main subject. Since now everyone probably has heard now. Can...can you convince everyone not to tell anyone out of the building? I feel if I do know one would listen."

Okay, pretty sure no one would listen to him either, but- "I'll try." Joey then stood, gripping his hand in his and shaking. "thank you! I owe you one!" I then let go and walked out of the room, saying goodbye to each other. I then headed towards other departments. Siiiggh. This is gonna be a long day... And he just now realized his clothes are drenched in ink...

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"FU-"

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Surprisingly everyone agreed??? Well I mean, what would people think if they said there was some kind of ink demon here? They would be called mental. By the time he finished, it was time to leave. So he made his way outside with his stuff. He then walked to your apartment. He could buy an automobile, but he instead saved the cash for emergencies. He walked up the steps to the second floor and found his door. And of course. There were words painted on it. 

'Fag'

'Fairy'

'Devil worshiper'

'Die'

That's actually quite calm. Huh. Entering inside and locking it. He dropped his stuff onto the little drawer near the door. He did his usual routine. Doing all the chores by himself. He didn't have a wife yet. He was just waiting for the moment he found her. Life just seemed to want him to wait. He just hasn't had any attraction to any woman... He's not in that group tho. He can't be. Well he has nothing against anyone who is. They can be who they want to be. But he just ain't...

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 Waking up to the peaceful city sounds, I sat up in my bed. Once I got out of it, I started my usual routine. Getting dressed, brushing my teeth, coming my surprisingly long hair back, and grabbing all my things needed for work. I then opened my door, stepping outside. Once I shut the door, I sidestepped to avoid an egg thrown at me. Locking the door, I turned down the hall and crossed my arms. I caught a quick glance of a youth running back into an apartment before the door shut. I only gave a sigh before making my way down the stairs and down the sidewalk towards the studio.

During the walk I started thinking about yesterday. That was...crazy. That...failed Bendy? as Joey put it. The fact I literally petted it was crazy. I sighed once again.

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OH SHIT! HE FORGOT TO MEET UP WITH JOHN YESTERDAY! He groaned heavily, making a couple of people look at him weird. He would have to apologize to him. He soon made his way into the lobby of the studio. Walking past the receptionist, (and ignoring her glare) he made his way to his department. Once he reached the room he worked in, he dropped his stuff onto his desk. He then made his way to a certain desk in the corner. 

"Hey John." John jumped a bit before facing him, his was red. Dang, he didn't want to embarrass him. "H-hi...um... Anyway! You wanted to ask something or?" He seemed lost in thought during his speaking. "I just wanna apologize for not meeting up with you for dinner yesterday."

John looked back to him before giving a smile. That seemed to drag him out of his thoughts. "You don't have to apologize! A lot happened yesterday! I even forgot until last night." He could feel the eyes on his back as he talked to John. "Well, I'm still gonna say sorry. If you want to. We can go tonight?" ...

"Absolutely!"

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"You weren't kidding. This food is actually pretty good!" After worked finished, both of them had walked towards the diner. It was between the rough part and the nice part of the city. So it was a bit away from my apartment. Having to go the opposite direction I usually go. The diner was a old train car. It looked to be a model from (18)60's? One half looked like a normal carriage way. Then the other half was behind a half wall and was a kitchen. 

"Yeah! When I tried this place I knew I had to come here often!" Yeah, he might have to also...there was one thing. John had said this diner allowed any coler...but he was the only white here. Maybe this place is a bit more of a secret? Eh, doesn't really matter. "Why hello dears! I see you finished! Do y'all want desert or would that be good for today?" The sweet waiter that served them arrived at their table. 

"No, that will be all, thank you mam." She gave them a big smile. As he grabbed his wallet and took a few bills out, enough for the bill and a tip. "Well I better be off before it gets too dark. See yah tomorrow John!" He then walked outside the diner. Hearing the jingle of the door as he started walking down the sidewalk.

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"So he's the one you been talking about?" John jumped slightly at this because he was in thought watching them walk away. He then faced away while his cheeks took to a dark red shade. "...y-yeah ma." 

"Well he seems like a nice guy. Tho he seems a bit..." "Oblivious?" He responded as she stopped talking. She gave a nod. "Yeah, I noticed that about him. He always was like that. That's what I like about him. He's not like the others." She patted his back while chuckling. "Well don't worry, I'm sure it will work out. I know how people with your sexuality have a hard time, but just you remember I will respect you the entire time."

"Thanks ma"

"Your welcome baby. Say again, what is his name?"

"It's...it's...fuck I never asked."