Old Art made and rightfully belongs to me - S-a.

"Ugh, look, Joey doesn't care about us."

The air was very clear and the long morning shadows distinct - making a grey, slow morning. The soft colors of the sun filtered through the clouds, signalling the end of the rain. Around 7 people were present in the main lobby of the animation studio. Some were standing, some were sitting in the wooden squeaky chairs, some were leaning on the wooden cold walls. But despite their position of comfort - they all were present in for a one reason. The air was stiff and heavy - For several minutes they all were anticipating in a dreadful silence.

"That's a shame, he called me 'Alice' the last time we had a meeting..."

"Ew."

(Y/n) along with other employees such as Henry, Sammy Lawrence , Susie Campbell and others - were dealing with the suspicion of their Manager, Joey Drew. The Manager won't let anyone close to him , to his office, or to the Ink Machine room - and it was well known for everyone. Nor (y/n) or Henry or Sammy wanted to even call his name ever again, but unfortunately - the matters have to be done.

"Maybe if we asked him together he-"

"Ask? Henry, we've been asking him for months now, but he ignores us like we're nothing! First he tells us that our orchestra is dull, then keeps mocking us while we work down there in the Music Department! He's the reason why the media thinks we joined a satanic cult!"

"Please, Sammy, not the media.."

The frustrated handsome man - Lawrence, continued about the negative falls this studio has fell into, which didn't cheer up anyone. After a small tantrum, and repetitive calming and hushing from each other - the sore, downcast silence got back, but alas - the exhausted and depressed workers have had more than enough.

"I reckon we all had a hard week... So please, have some patience. I think it's better if we finish early and just go home."

No one responded, as (y/n) received a dead and downhearted silences in response. However, the young lady didn't need an answer as she knew that they all agreed with her. With slow and hesitant movements, some of the employees started to get ready and leave back home. Until all went out, signing in disappointment, the 26 year old (hair-color) was left alone with an older man - Henry.

"Are you sure you don't need anything? Any help , or...?"

Henry approached his dear friend, eyes filled with a worried expression, he put his hand softly on (y/n) shoulder.

"Yes, I'm alright. Thank you Henry, you've been working nonstop - you've done more than anyone could ask. So please, go home and relax."

The male Animator looked unsure and hesitant at first, until he released his grip from the woman's shoulder.

"Alright, I understand. Don't overwork yourself - if there's anything, call me as usual."

Nodding in reassurance, the two exchanged smiles and goodbyes. The studio was locked with silence. (Y/n) stood alone in the lobby. The young women couldn't hear a sound except for her heavy breathing of her chest slowly rising up and down. Closing her (eye-color) in wonder, the female stood for what seems an eternity - but The complex train of thought and the dead silence were stopped by (Y/n) strong and smooth voice calling out :

"Come out Bendy, I know you've been watching me all day."

No response was heard, just as the female Animator didn't move and kept her position the same. The silence caressed her skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing her soul, taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a day.

(Y/n) snapped her eyelids open when she felt two solid hands slither around her waist from behind. Letting a sharp, bone chilling sigh , she felt as the shorter figure pressed themselves against her back.

"Ugh."

She heard a tired, modules grunt coming from the person. Of course it was none other than Bendy.

"What is it, Bendy?"

"I don't like it."

"Don't like... what?"

"Your... friend. Henry."

Bendy's voice was filled venom and lazy disgust. He was observing the two today, and while it seemed as a harmless and friendly talk - Bendy detested every minute his (Y/n) wasn't within his grasp.

"What's wrong with Henry?"

"He's getting too close to you."

Realizing Bendy's intentions, the female's worries and curiosity immediately disappeared as she chuckled.

"He's just doing his job. Which makes it easier for me, so let him be."

"Still, I don't want you to get drawn near any of them... I won't let it."

Indeed it was the purest Truth. The cheeky devil knew that his beloved creator was nothing but a mere friend with the rest of the employees; However, since the workers had to take care of the studio and themselves to keep what is left of this place standing; they were obligated to cooperate on personal levels. The Inky Toon was impressed how those pathetic fleshy humans didn't give up, ran away or got crazy yet ,until today.

Although it wasn't important, what was he truly impressed about is : how his sweet creator (f/n) professionally managed to run the place - oh, the way she was focused. The way her glimmering (eye-color) eyes narrow in a concentration and determined manner; The way she would cross her legs, while sitting , carefully observing and reading the papers -

It made the Devil darling's ink melt with desire and unbearable lust. Unfortunately for the Mischievous Toon, he had to keep his urges for another time.Soon, The Shorter male Toon was lost in his own imagination again. Before he could slide his gloved hands down to (Y/n)' hips, the female turned around to face him.

"Don't worry, I don't think I will. Besides, I feel that everyone is just sick and tired from each other at this point... Lawrence and Campbell were very frustrated today."

(Y/n) was facing Bendy,but her tired (eye-color) orbs were trailed down to the floor with a hint of guilt and unexceptionable sorrow. Frowning in fear and dismay, the Toon couldn't bare the pain of seeing his lady in stress and anxiety. As he quickly grabbed her delicate hands he tried to soothe her :

"Uh... Hey! It's alright, don't be sad! C'mon, you promised you would teach me to dance today? Me and Boris were waiting all day."

"Yeah... I know, sorry if I got distracted. Let's go and find Boris!"

"HEY BORIS!?"

Still holding (y/n)'s hands, they both went downstairs, meeting Boris.

"Oh hey, (L/n) is already free ?"

"Yep, I let the rest of the crew to go home early and relax. So I guess you two can freely walk around the workshop , just be careful, alright?"

"Oh Thank you Miss (Y/n)! Does that mean now we can play and dance as you Promised me and Bendy?!"

"Yes, that's exactly what we're gonna do now!"

"Wahoo, then why didn't you said so before? Wait wait wait- I need to quickly grab my flute! What's dancing without music? You two stay here, I'll be back soon..."

The innocent dorky Wolf jumped with excitement like an overjoyed child that received a candy. Boris happily wobbled his Inky tail up down in vivacious cheerfulness as He ran to find his precious musical instrument. (Y/n) warmingly watched the Wolfy Toon disappear into the hallway, As she let an exhausted sigh escape her lunges yet again. As she collapsed on the close by wooden chair, Bendy couldn't stop but glare :

"Oh, toots, you seem too exhausted..."

"I know, Maybe I'm just lost in thoughts ..."

Leaning further into the chair, the female let her (hair-length) hair easily hang low, as she stared up at the ceiling. Bendy was trying to approach her, gently afraid to bother or annoy his sweet creator. The Inky Demon was mad at the thought that his (y/n) was always dull and corned in depression just because of her job - the fear of him watching how her ideas, motivations and personality just washing away because of her personal problems were making His Ink boil in frustration. The toon wished he could do more to help her... that is, until an idea flicked in his black-horned heard.

"Well, don't overthink it... you should relax."

"Yeah... I'll try, Thank y-"

"Besides, I think I know a great method of stress relief just for you and me..."

Purring up at the thought, (Y/n) obliviously didn't understand his idea. Before she could mutter a question in confusing, the Inky Demon quickly sat on her lap while he gentle put his gloved hands on (y/n) thighs.

The (hair-color) girl snapped her eyes in shock as she felt a flustered heat rising up her cheeks. Seeing the Dazed Cheeky Devil Staring at her with half-lidded cartoonish eyes, He gladly smirked at his first step.

"Uh...B-b"

(Y/n) uncomfortably lost her ability of speech; as suddenly she felt how Bendy started to slowly stroke his gloved hands on her thighs. The smirking Toon licked his lips in satisfaction, Leaning in more closely yet slowly to (Y/n) face features - his eyes just couldn't let go from the soft kissable lips... He just needed a smaller closer step ...

"Hey, Guys! I brought my Flute!"

As both Bendy and (Y/n) snapped their eyes in interruption ,Boris cheerful voice was heard from afar and getting Closer. The two lovebirds stood still with mad blushes, then quickly pushed each other and backed away in a flustered manner.

"You two are ready now?"

The two stood baffled, like little kids who broke something and tried to hide it out from their mother. Luckily for them, The sweet innocent Wolf was too oblivious about anything.

"Uh- Yeah!"

"Ok~ so Rhythm Tap we're dancing today?"

Bendy boarded his shoulders up with pride, Rhythm Tap [Art by ]

he could easily dance it with any sort of music Boris can play. But (Y/n) had a better idea - since she and Bendy were practicing dancing together, the female decided for a different thing.

"No... we're going to do Broadway tap Today."

Bendy shoulders fell down in miss-confidence, Broadway focuses on dance; it is widely performed in musical theater; meaning he might go out of synchronizing while dancing with His partner (Y/n). Meanwhile for The Young Lady - she preferred both ways of dancing, although when she noticed the Inky Toon started to sweat in nervousness and his lips formed a line - the 26 year old (Y/n) smirked down in victory. This is going to be [Art by ]

"Ooooh~ Nelly, things will go nuts today! Alright... I'm ready!"

As the Tall Wolf held his Flute tightly, he brought it to his lips and started to jazz his best skills on it.

When (y/n) heard the music it was like adrenaline being injected right into her - She'd had a good amount of dance class, but the (hair-color) woman and her Old friends had jived to music since their early teens, competing in the friendly way. Now, in her young adult years , (Y/n) was a well oiled machine on the dance floor. She didn't dance to show off, to make the boys watch - but if Anyone is blessed to watch her rare dancing performances - then it can only be a Sweet Inky Demon.

Balancé to the right -- on count of 1-2-3:

The female human and the Inky Toon both started off well, both their movements combined, meanwhile Boris Happily plays and jiggle every once in a beat. A one-sound kicking movement, in any direction. With the knee in a flexed position - the Partners continued to waltz around while tapping or brushing fastly. With the weight on one foot, the free foot is raised; force the heel of the foot to the floor with exaggeration, thus moving the foot forward - creating a Buck movement.

The young woman's (eye-color) eyes shone as she placed her delicate hand in Bendy's gloved ones; he placed his hand on her waist and whisked her into the wooden floor and they turned and twirled as if they were professionals.

Brush- heel- shuffle- heel- stamp moving backwards. Drawbacks with a shuffle in the middle.

Moving like ribbons in the wind, they were timeless. Elegance at its finest and pain in its true form; They float and twist weightlessly across the room, poised and balanced like they were made of silk.

(Y/n) continued like that for what seems hours of dancing, excepting the fact that the female lady got so intuitive onto her moves, she felt like expressing emotions without words.

Bendy couldn't let his eyes out of her - he didn't see the room,he didn't see the place ; he only saw the magnificent form in front of him dancing and holding him as if they are a young couple. Her gorgeous silky (hair-color) locks flicked with delight as they bounced and twirled while moving ; the way her plump pinkish lips were slowly tugging up in a unnoticeable smile, made the Inky Demon skip a beat of heart - he could feel himself melting, melting by just looking at (y/n), his breathing become uncomfortable from his fast paced movements. But (L/n) didn't see it, she was too engulfed in her movements and music that she wished it could stay like this forever.

Right when Boris was happily watching the two dance , he started to reach the ending of the song with pride - (Y/n)'s dancer instinct was to gorgeously dip with her Male Dance partner, but Alas, what (Y/n) forget was that her little Devil darling was much shorter than her - and performing a dip with him would be partially awful looking.

Without a warning, Bendy could feel (y/n)'s grip tightened, as he feared she will make the next wrong move. Boris Noticed that as well, as he quickly guessed what move (Y/n) was planning to perform last, the Shocked Wolf quickly dropped his Flute on the Floor, and Ran up Behind Bendy.

Bendy started to frown in worry, he didn't want to mess up the last jig for her, and specially risking (Y/n) falling on the floor.

At the same moment as (Y/n) started to slow fall down, Boris Grabbed Bendy from behind and Lifted him up, trying to Balance the heights of their Dip.

"Hehe..."

As the two Inky Toons sweat with exhaust, they heard the angelic voice laugh shortly

"Ah...?"

"Hehe, That was Amazing!"

The poor Inky Demon was still panting, trying to capture some air in his lungs. Their confusion were swept away as they heard (Y/n) jump up in happiness no one has ever seen.

" I haven't danced like this in my life befor ! That was Marvelous!"

"Heh.. (y/n) is right! We formed an awesome concert!"

"... h...hah...Hahaha"

The Way the human colors got back to (Y/n) with happiness and freedom made the Cheeky Demon remember why he was so madly in Love. The way The female chest was rising up and down motion out of her repetitive laughs , made The shorter Toon run up to Hug his beloved creator as They all three collapsed on the floor with exhaustion and gleeful laughters.

Conclusion: Joey is an a** , Bendy is in heat , Boris is an innocent cinnamon roll.

CAUTION : If anyone here knows about tap dance names and movements, I deeply apologize if this chapter was hideous- you can tell/explain to me what do you think and I can try to fix for better. Otherwise, thank you very much for reading this ridiculous long chapter

Again Art by me - that's supposedly the Dip that you made :) Sorry, I suck at drawing Borris, this was an old art back from February.