Because you got so bored from not hearing a voice in so long, you fell asleep on the dusty floor. Bendy's cheerfulness around you but hatred around others confused you. Why did he like you but hate the rest of your awkward family? You knew Joey killed Boris, but what did Henry do? You thought that Bendy would've thanked Henry for creating him. It never occurred to you that Bendy would hate him as much as he loathed Joey.

Hour after hour continued to fly by. You finally were able to sleep soundly after several weeks of nightmares. For what felt like the first time, you had a somewhat appealing dream. Nothing. Not blackness, not hatred, just not anything at all. Those were the kinds of dreams that you wished would come more often. When you woke up, a random thought came to your head.

It makes me look more like Bendy, Grandpa!

How was a dream about nothing and Bendy related? If Bendy wasn't there whistling his days away, you decided to ponder that thought to pass the time. Thankfully, Bendy was there. He was polishing the ax he stole yesterday. He definitely went on a chopping spree... On what, you didn't want to know.

"Did you settle the score with Henry yesterday?" you asked groggily.

Bendy jumped. When he realized it was just you, he looked somewhat relieved. "Well..., it didn't go the way I thought it would! I was going to make the entire upstairs room collapse on top of him! That was what I needed the ax for!" he said.

"And?"

"Turns out that Henry has super-human strength!!" Bendy exclaimed loudly. He realized that your ears didn't enjoy the sudden volume change. "Sorry. You'd be screaming too if you saw it."

You shook your head. "Just tell me how you retaliated."

Bendy placed the ax back into its little spot on the wall. He grinned fiendishly. "Well... I'm not one for getting my hands dirty because you do not know how hard it is to find a new bow tie with swag these days. So, I let him go..."

You didn't buy that he'd simply let Henry go. Narrowing your eyes at him again, you asked the obvious question. "You let him go where?"

Bendy shooed away the topic with his hands. "That's not what you should be concerned with! What matters is that he's dead and will probably stay dead. If he becomes undead, then I'll have to learn how to protect us from zombie apocalypses!" he answered plainly.

"You brought it up! I'm just curious! I kinda figured he'd be dead when I woke up anyway!" you shouted.

"I'm, like, so evil and stuff. I don't like being so predictable," Bendy told you as he twirled his pointed tail. He sat against the wall opposite of you. "So, what now? Explain in detail what happened to make me go on a killing spree with an ax? Or what Joey was planning to do to me...? Or how I sent him screaming for mercy? Hm... So many interesting topics to talk about!!"

"I know. You have a rich history of gore and death. Why should I be surprised? I am surprised that Joey was able to escape your wrath. What was it? Attack of the moving cardboard?" you asked semi-seriously.

For a moment, Bendy looked insulted. "I can do more than just that as a 2D image! But I'd rather keep how I do my work to myself! I know that you probably won't be a tattle tail on me, but I don't want you getting any ideas. You know, drowning people in ink isn't something I like telling people about!" He explained on purpose. He winked at you. "Oops. I just told you."

"So that's how...," you said shaking your head at him. "I don't approve of murder, Bendy. You talk about it so lightly around me. And why do you want to kill them but not me?!"

He was silent but still grinning. You realized that you never saw him not grinning. It was almost as if the smile was stuck to his face. He shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe because I liked enjoying your company a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, LONG time ago! Each long is about a year, so I said about ten longs."

"Are you calling me old?!" you demanded.

"No. I'm calling both of us old!"

While he was laughing at himself, you unscrewed the cap of the water bottle from the day before. It was still half full. Or maybe it was half empty? You threw the water in the bottle at him and he stopped abruptly before quickly sidestepping. You saw he was holding his breath and had minor fear in his eyes. Once the "danger" was nothing more than a puddle on the ground, he glared at you.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" he demanded.

"I don't know! You figure it out! How about the fact that you were annoying me! And you keep on killing everybody!" you retorted as you then threw the plastic bottle at him. He snatched it from midair and crumpled it up in his cartoon fist.

Bendy pointed an accusing finger at you. "You could've killed me! Don't you understand that I'm made out of ink?! Ink is generally a liquid substance! Do you understand what water does?! It washes it away!! So, do you know what effect water would have on me?! ANSWER ME OR I'LL DROWN YOU JUST LIKE I DID HENRY!!" he screamed.

You refused to let him intimidate you. Instead of flinching and looking to the ground with guilt, you defiantly glared back. "You'd melt like a popsicle in the sun!"

"Exactly!" Bendy answered. Infuriated at almost being murdered, he up and left without another word.

Realizing how far he was sticking his neck out for you made you feel a little guilty. You tried to convince yourself that he deserved it, but it always came back around as guilt. After an hour of trying to convince yourself to blame him, you decided that it was a good idea to apologize for trying to dump water on him. So, you waited.

Another hour went by and you began to wonder. Was he planning on coming back anytime soon? You also began to wonder what Bendy was doing. What if he wasn't planning on just coming back... What if he was planning on coming back to kill you?! It would be something in his nature to do. You shivered and your stomach growled at you fiercely from not eating anything in forever.

"Bendy... I'm sorry... Come back...," you said quietly more to yourself than to him. Because of your lack of energy, you curled up with the pillow Bendy left and fell asleep again.

Bendy's P.O.V.

I was staring down the giant pitfall trap at her knowing that what I said was cruel but true. I was protecting myself by saying those things! It did enrage me a lot, though. How could she be so careless with someone who only wants to make her fall for him? Maybe she's too different from how she used to be. Maybe I don't even want to try.

"But, hey! A little time alone can do her some good! I've got things to do anyway! You know, cleaning up all of this ink all over the place for one thing! And there's... Um... Well, I'm sure the ink will be a big enough problem for me to deal with."

I hate cleaning. It was a great distraction, but it didn't exactly help out my mood in any way. After an hour of mopping and getting out ink stains from the floor, I went back to see what (y/n) was doing. She was sleeping again. It made me wonder if all that humans ever did was fight and sleep. Why do humans need sleep? I don't need sleep! They shouldn't need sleep either!

The plushie of myself sat against the corner of the room. I called it Bendy Jr. I know. So original, right? I picked it up and placed it on my shoulder. "Little Miss Sass Mouth won't be giving us any more lip, right Bendy Jr?" I asked it.

I made it nod. "Yes, Bendy! By the way, you look extremely handsome."

"Awwww! Thank you Bendy Jr! You're right! I'm the most handsome devil darling in the universe! Not to mention, I got my swag bow tie to up my coolness factor by a million percent!"

The doll pointed to its own bow tie. "What about me, Bendy? Am I cool too?"

"Well, duh! You're probably the coolest doll of all! After all, anyone who looks like me has got to be quite the catch! And the only one who looks like me is you," I told it reassuringly.

"It's a shame that they didn't make a Boris doll. It probably would've been awesome too...," the plushie said sadly.

I was taken aback by what I made it say. Shaking my head at he doll, I continued my fake conversation. "I'm sure they would have if they didn't stop our show altogether! If they continued, surely someone would've wanted a doll of Boris! I would..."

"Oh, of course, you would. The two of you were best friends and they just had to go and put him down! Neither of us can ever live that down."

"Yeah...," I said sadly as I sat on the hard wooden floor with the plushie in my hand.

"Besides, I'm lucky to have you because neither of us has any friends. It's just you and me."

I glared at the doll angrily. "What do you mean I don't have any friends?! I've got plenty of friends! What about (y/n) in the basement?!" I demanded to try to prove it wrong.

"Do you really think she likes you even a little bit? Heck, she tried to throw water on you. Also, think about how cruel you were to her when she first got here. When she picked me up, I could see the fear in her eyes. I knew she saw you," the doll stated.

I hissed at the doll. "What was I supposed to do?! Pop up on the projector, introduce myself, and then explain that I can only become real if she starts up the ink machine?!"

"Maybe."

I lowered my head feeling depressed. The plushie sighed. "I'm sorry for being so mean, but I'm just a doll. I don't have any friends. You are really the one who thinks all of these things."

I dropped the plushie to the floor and its cute little voice swirled around in my head. "You don't have any friends! You're not exactly the greatest demon to get to know... Boris probably didn't even think you were his friend! He probably just thought you were annoying! And what about (y/n)?! You can't blame her for hating you! You know you're a murderer! The fact that you're proud of it is a sin! No wonder the world hates your stupid little grin! Your stupid little face!"

I clutched my head trying to make it stop. They screamed at me. So many years alone in an animation studio has driven me mentally insane. That doll never spoke one lie. I was the one fooling myself that I had any actual purpose.

"Plushie... Just tell me one thing... Can it be different? Is there a way to end this agony...?" I asked it.

It was lying there on the floor on its side. Without moving, it gave me its answer. "Forgive them and move on."

I kicked the doll to the other side of the room. It squeaked. "That's a stupid answer! I'll never forgive them! I'm going to keep going until my ax meets each of their hearts!!" I only felt more like a monster when I said this.

The doll was silent and it didn't speak. I ran over to it and stepped on it. It squeaked pathetically. I laughed. "DIE ALREADY!!" I continued to stomp on the toy mercilessly. After five minutes, it was almost destroyed on the floor and I was consumed with guilt once again.

"Heh... I really am a monster to beat up a toy until it squeaked its last squeak... Why do I hate myself...?"

...

"The bow tie is pretty swag."

Stupid doll. And that's what it was thinking about.