WARNING: Blood and death. Do not read unless you are totally okay with that.

Sorry I ain't got no money

I'm not trying to be funny but I left it all at home today

You can call me what you wanna I ain't giving you a dollar

This time I ain't gonna run away

"You trying to annoy me, punk?" The thug growled in Boris' ear. The poor wolf was pressed against a wall with a thug holding up a knife to his throat. Boris gulped, then remembered a song he had heard forever ago, which encouraged him.

You might knock me down, you might knock me down

But I will get back up again

You can call it how you wanna, I ain't giving you a dollar

This time I ain't gonna run away, run away, run away

The wolf tightened his fists, and kicked the thug in the stomach. The thug went "oof!" and toppled backwards. Boris straightened up, and held up his fist. The thug smirked wickedly, and two other thugs grabbed Boris from behind. The wolf struggled, but they held him fast.

This time, this time

This time, this time I ain't gonna run, run, run, run, run

Not this time, not this time

Not this time

Not this time

"Give us the dough kid, or else we'll hurt you!" The leader thug threatened. Boris tried to call for help, but one of the thugs clamped a hand over his mouth. The leader thug walked up, and placed the knife against Boris' chest. "C'mon kid, don't be so annoying!"

Sorry I ain't got no money

I'm not trying to be funny but I left it all at home today

You can call me what you wanna I ain't giving you a dollar

This time I ain't gonna run away

Boris gulped, and nodded his head towards his backpack, which had fallen from his shoulders when he was mugged. The thug grinned, and picked it up. The two other thugs kept holding onto Boris as their leader looked through the contents of the bag. Bendy's medicine, the map, clothes, and a wallet were pulled out. The thug smirked when the wallet was produced from the bag.

You might knock me down, you might knock me down

But I will get back up again

You can call it how you wanna I ain't giving you a dollar

This time I ain't gonna run away, run away, run away

Boris tried one last time to break away, to get free, but the leader thug noticed and tossed a knife into Boris' chest. A surge of pain washed over the wolf, and he gasped. His eyes widened, his ears pricked up, and his tail stiffened. Blood seeped out of his chest, coating the knife in a somber red. The thugs dropped him, and he lay near death on the ground.

This time, this time

This time, this time I ain't gonna run, run, run, run, run, run

Not this time, not this time

This time I ain't gonna run, run, run, run

The thugs cackled as they left the alleyway, bringing Boris' belongings with them. A small demon saw them, and grew immensely worried when he saw his brother's backpack. Bendy ran into the alley, and saw the limp, lifeless corpse. Tears welled in his eyes, and he ran forward. He pulled his brother close, cradling him and sobbing softly.

Not this time

Not this time

Not this time

Not this time

Not this time

(A\N: sorry again)