My P.O.V:

I sigh sadly as I finish my sketch in my sketchbook. A smiling picture of Nathaniel, and he's not here to see that. Shame on me I guess. I frown softly as I tuck my sketchbook into my backpack as I then put all my art supplies away. I zip up my backpack with all my stuff inside as I put my large and heavy backpack onto my back. This is nothing now so it's no big deal at the slightest. As I am about to walk out of the classroom. I bump into someone as I drop some of my supplies and my pencil case. I gasp slightly as I go down to my knees to quickly pick up all my pens and my erasers on the floor.

"I-I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking!" I quickly apologize as I grab my pens and most of my erasers. A hang grabs one of my erasers as it hands me the eraser. I take it as I lift my head up to squeak a quick 'thanks!'. But I pause my words as I see...

"Hey Janis... sorry for not being able to see you today for awhile..." Nathaniel apologizes to me. I can't just let myself be mad at him, what kind of cartoon am I Then? Going mad and insane over a single miss?

"... it's fine Nathaniel... maybe next time we can hang out or whatever." I simply say in a slightly broken voice. I take the last of my pens and erasers as I quickly walk away from Nathaniel. I can't take this right now. Nathaniel? Where WAS he!? Damn I worry way too much on my friends and such. So much I feel like it's a type of luck natural luck. Sometimes that's good, while other times it's really bad. I hurry to my next class as I see it coming up ahead. I need to wash my mind off somethings. What better way to do that when I'm in school? Shove my brain with more stress of school. Yeah sounds like a nice method to keep my mind off certain things.

Nathaniel's P.O.V:

Poor Janis... sure she says she's okay... but is that really the truth? Janis personally sounds a little broken by just talking to me for the single second. Hell her face looked kinda sad too. Which I can find rare as Janis is pretty positive. She's probably upset that she can't see me during art class. I'm personally sad myself that I have to miss this class all thanks to Lila. But... damn this is all spiraling downhill for me. I have to talk to her later, for now she needs her space. 

Angel Bendy's P.O.V: 

I exit the high school through the front doors of the main building. Only to see my older brother Boris laughing with some of his friends with a cigarette in his hand. I roll my eyes at him as the air fogs up the lens of my glasses. Even from here I can smell the stream of smoke from his burning tube of dried up drugs and fire. I shift myself to the side AWAY from where Boris is as I continue down the stairs. Should I stop my under-aged but older sibling from smoking? Yes, but I can't even convince him to stop. Hell no one in my family can stop Boris with this addiction of his. I walk the opposite way as I take the shortcut to my next class. I open the back door as I enter into the building. Immediately lots of kids walk and run down the halls for next class. I have to move it to class or else I have to start running to next class. I sped walk down the halls with the continuous flow of cartoon teenagers talking with each other or talking with regular teenagers. I hold all my things in my arms close as I feel my shoulders bump into someone random after another. 

"Hey Bendy! Hey wait up!" 

I stop in my tracks to try and see who's calling me, the dead middle of the flow of kids. 

"J-Janis-?" 

I immediately feel myself be trucked down as I hit the floor hard. I whimper as I quickly scramble to my knees and quickly start to pick up all my scattered stuff. A dark shadow looming over me like a mountain. I slowly look up as I see some random teenager with her hair in a blonde ponytail and blue bell eyes. Her entire outfit looking like she buys this all off the best of fashion designers. She glares coldly at me as I simply sit hopeless. 

"I-I'm so sorry miss! I didn't mean to bump into you!" 

"You better be! Ugh! You just ruined my hair you asshole!" She snaps at me as she runs her hands through her golden hair put in a super neat ponytail. I stick to the ground as I can feel my atmosphere drag me down to the core of the earth. 

"I... I'm s-s-so sorry... I-I didn't m-mean it!" 

She right away humphs at me as she takes out her phone and begins to dial in a number, her phone buzzes as she waits for a response to whoever she's trying to call. 

"I'm telling my daddy about what you've done to me! God never have I ever felt more disrespected!" 

I can feel myself push into the ground further as I hear her words continue to repeat into my ears, traveling to my mind. No... No stop! 

"Bendy! Oh god are you okay?!" I hear another voice call to me. I turn around to see Janis running up to me, but my vision is blurry as I can't really see well without my glasses. I close my eyes as I feel a pair of hands put on my face my glasses. I blink a few times as I fix and adjust my vision to see Janis with a concerned face on her. I gasp softly to myself as I stare back into her eyes. Her, pretty deep brown eyes. She helps me up as I stumble with my own standing. She then stares at the blonde girl in front of us. 

"Hey! What did he ever do to you?!" Janis asks the blonde girl in front of us. She slowly looks away from her buzzing phone as she cancels her call. She steps up to Janis as she looms over her. I can see in Janis's eyes that she's definitely feeling threatened. However she keeps on a strong face as here I am to hide behind her back. I force myself to not cry, "Well? I don't have all day here!" 

"Zip it rabbit! Don't you even know who you're talking to?!" She snaps and questions Janis at the same time. 

"No... No I don't, but what makes YOU so special?!" 

"How about the fact that I'm the one and only Chloe Bourgeois! Daughter of the mayor of Paris! And I don't think that my daddy would be pleased to see two dumb ass cartoons such as yourselves being so mean to someone like me! So bug off why don't you?" Chloe questions Janis as she gives her a cold glare even with the warm blue eyes she has, "Is that too hard of a task?" 

"I'm no maid asshat, but only because I don't want to FIGHT. We're leaving..." Janis quickly finishes as she takes my hand as she drags the both of us away to somewhere, anywhere but here... I know I have to be thanking her with all my life for saving me, but I can't stop thinking about Janis with her loyalty. How she can help her friends with a open and caring heart. She does have fears yes, but if it's to help the ones she loves. No way, I believe that she'll push all her fears aside to help in even the smallest of ways... 

Of course... I have more flaws than anyone can even imagine... 

-At the Werewolf Hunter facility- 

"Chief sir... this Werewolf is more serious than we thought... Hell he might be the most dangerous we have to deal with!" 

Ticking on keyboards and many Hunter men and women hurry from one place to another as they all start to drop papers, pens, hell anything to the floor. Papers with secret information print out as one cartoon passes it down the line to a human. 

"What can be the problem Mr. Lucas?" I ask as I stroke my mustache with all my recruits, old and young run wild as they struggle to finish with there work. Lucas one of my more personal recruits hands me a piece of paper. A picture of a... cartoon I believe in some type of disguise. Holding a knife in one hand while in the other is a handgun. background of the criminal is a bland brick wall with splatters of blood on the red bricks, also a corpse laying lifeless in one corner of the picture. I peel my eyes away from the picture as I stare back at Lucas. 

"Chief sir... This criminal is not only a murderer... We believe that he also is part of a 'Multiple personality disorder' for this cartoon. It is also believed for the information we have right now that he's also a Werewolf! So if we don't find and kill this Werewolf, then all will be too late, even though we just picked up traces of him. It's still a possibility that he'll be ten times more dangerous and vicious than any other Werewolf this facility is ever going to handle..." 

"Then let's assign our best of the best agents after him!" 

"Even Trevor?" 

"No no not Trevor, he's only eleven years old still he isn't ready for something this intense like this yet. But let all the more older and more well trained Hunters this werewolf. He has to be stopped before all the cartoons and people living here start to panic.... like we don't already have many werewolves assigned to many of our Hunters here..." 

"Okay I'll get the message to everyone, but one more question chief. Should I inform Mrs. Penny Pug about this new Werewolf?" 

"No... she already has one... so leave her out of this... Work has to start NOW."