It was a long night for the both of you. Looking at a very confusing book about how to create life. Understanding it required a large dictionary and lots of context clues. Bendy had no idea it would be so complicated. About half way through the book, you could tell the sun was going down. You didn't need to look outside to figure that out. Apparently, in order to create him, the items would have to be put on the pedestals again and the ink machine would have to be rewired. The heart would have to be remade and Joey said that the brain was easy. In the middle of the night, you began to yawn as you read Joey's book. Bendy noticed and snatched the book from you.

"Okay! That's enough reading for one day! I know you like books, but I didn't think this much!" he stated.

You smiled warmly and playfully tried to snatch the book back from him. "You still need to read Romeo and Juliet!"

Bendy held the book over his head. It wasn't fair because you wouldn't be able to stand up to snatch it from him. You began to wonder if you were at the disadvantage just because of your left leg. Bendy grinned impishly. "I told you, I don't read Shakespeare! Besides, I wouldn't even call this literature!"

"Anything with words is literature, Bendy!" you told him as you made another feeble swing at the book.

"Pfft! Literature or lunacy!? A book about something that shouldn't have ever been tampered with. Look, I suppose that I'll have to give you this book back, but not until you sleep!" he said as he opened the book to a random page and glanced over it for no particular reason.

You looked at the many pages of written notes you took that were on Henry's old desk. You had been there for a while. Despite that, you didn't want to give in so easily. "So what if it's a little late? I can handle it. I can go all night without even trying to...," you said trying to stifle a yawn. You failed.

Bendy nodded with a knowing look. "Uh-huh. That gal from last night who was with me who begged me to let her sleep is now begging me to let her pull an all-nighter. Well, you'll thank me later! My hypothesis is that if you don't stop now, then you'll fall asleep on Henry's desk. I can offer something better than a wooden drawing board. Seriously, I'm offering you a break and you're not taking it."

His argument was compelling. Compelling enough to make you want it. Giving in, you shrugged your shoulders. "Okay, you win. I guess I am pretty tired. I'll pick this up tomorrow."

"I thought so," Bendy replied putting the book back down onto the desk.

He led you down a hallway that was full of unopened doors. He stopped in front of one that was locked. To your surprise, he busted in the door by ramming into it! He ended up covered in dust on the ground and with an annoyed expression. "Um... ow," was all he said. You couldn't help but laugh.

Once the dust settled down and Bendy had hopped back up to continue supporting you, you were able to get a good look at the room. It had a warmer feel than the rest of the place. It looked kind of like a bedroom. Pictures were hung on the walls of family, friends, and Bendy and a little jukebox was sitting in the corner. An empty dresser was sitting against a wall. The largest thing in the room though, it was the bed. Fluffy blankets and pillows neatly covered the entire bed that almost took up a third of the room. Suddenly, the thought of sleeping wasn't so terrible anymore.

"This is Joey's old room. Although, he never used it because he was always pulling the all-nighters. He was able to break the laws of life, so he thought he didn't need sleep anymore. Stupid Joey forgot he was human," Bendy explained glancing at all of the pictures. He saw one of a younger version of you and looked away. He didn't want the butterflies to come back right then.

You flopped onto the bed and kicked off your shoes. There was a lamp that was on beside you on a small table just within your arm's reach. Crawling under the blankets, you remembered something. "I'm pretty sure that my parents are freaking out right now. I disappeared again. They took my phone away from me and pretty much everything else! Not that the phone was put into much use anyway... I wonder if they'll be able to trace us here and arrest you or something..."

Considering the possibilities of this happening, he realized how likely it was. The police were probably doing a full-scale investigation to figure out what happened. Glancing from you to the door, he realized that if he was caught, that would mean disastrous results. "What would you suppose the chances are of that happening?" he questioned just in case.

"Pretty high I think. Wonder if they'll actually be able to trace us. If they do...," your voice trailed off. "I don't want them to find me."

Bendy smirked and nodded. "Then consider yourself hidden! I think I can solve our problem."

"I feel like I've made you into my servant and you're constantly at my side just asking what I want just so you can do it. I almost feel bad."

"I like being your servant!" Bendy pointed out simply.

Feeling suddenly curious, you began to wonder why. He usually didn't complain whenever you asked him to do something. Well, there was when you asked him to kiss a frog. So, to appease your mind, you asked. "Is there any particular reason behind you wanting to be my servant?"

The question made him stop a moment. He looked like he was thinking too hard to find an answer. Finally, after a few more seconds of semi-serious thinking, he shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe you're controlling my mind with mind control powers."

"Then why didn't you kiss the frog when I asked you to?!" you demanded.

Bendy cringed as he remembered the frog. "I don't want to remember that slimy creature ever again! I thought it was going to die!" he cried.

"I thought you were going to die!" you replied.

"I think I did!"

You began laughing again. Bendy couldn't help but also be amused. He shook his head and pointed back to the door. "Look, I've gotta go misdirect some people. So if you'll excuuuuuuse me, mistress, I've got work to accomplish!" he said.

Finally, you took a deep breath and nodded. "Fine! Don't be surprised if I burn the place down by the time you get back. You have a track record of leaving for long periods of time and not coming back for what feels like forever."

"Very true. I might be back at midnight at the earliest. Maybe a little longer depending on how things go."

"Sounds like my dad when he's about ready to go to work," you said recalling how he would wake up early in the morning and then disappear out the door after a quick goodbye.

"Okay, this is taking longer than it probably should. Uhhhhhhh, bye, farewell, see you later, good night, adios, sayonara, take care, peace out, toodles, ta-ta, or whatever phrase you wanna use!" Bendy chirped as he ran out the door leaving you alone once again.

The lamp was still on and you thought of all of your projects. Bringing Boris back was going to be harder than you thought. Thinking made you tired. When you did manage to fall asleep, you wished you never did.

Bendy's POV

So they could be tracking us. Well, they'll be sorry they ever tried to cross (y/n) and I. I can be upbeat and lively around her, but I really don't care about anyone else on this planet. I only like her and Boris. She is mine and only mine. Nobody else can be allowed to have her. Besides, that's what she wants, right?

I cleared my mind a moment. Who was I doing it for? Was I doing it for her or myself? That will determine what I'll do.

...

It's pretty obvious what I'm going to do, isn't it?

They were in their living room, pacing like all worried parents would. The mom had her phone up to her ear and was jabbering away. I was outside the window and couldn't hear what she was saying. There was a police investigation happening at the house. If there was one there, then one was occurring at the hospital too. Good. The police are here. All the better for what I have planned.

The police officer was showing the dad some photos. I pressed the side of my face against the wall to try to hear what the officer was saying.

"You see, it was shown in these photos that this mysterious black creature appeared at her window and they both just left outside on a rope. We're not exactly sure what the black creature was, though... There was no sign of a struggle and we even think she actually left willingly with the creature. The only thing we found after their escape was a large black puddle of ink on the sidewalk," the officer explained.

Her father didn't seem to care about the evidence. He was more concerned about another thing. "What do you mean she went willingly?! (Y/N) should know better than to go with these black... WHATEVER THEY ARE! Give me the picture!" he snapped snagging the picture from the officer.

I stared at myself in the picture. It was still me. It was still her. Sure enough, it was that night down to the letter. I thought rapidly about what I should do. They knew who I was now. (Y/N)'s mom glanced at the picture with worry.

"What is that?" her mom questioned.

"Is it... a strange dwarf person with horns and a bowtie?" her dad suggested. I almost laughed at the very thought. I'm a demon, not a dwarf! "Besides, if this thing has any reason to meddle with her... That small fortune we were planning on getting from her in the future isn't happening! With her levels of intelligence, she could make all of our money for us! But now she's GONE! Officer, what is that?!" he demanded pointing at the picture at me.

The officer shook his head and gave him a strange look. "You have some pretty messed up plans for your daughter's future, but I'm here for the case. Not your wonky ways of parenting. We did have one person say that the creature looked like Bendy from a popular cartoon from ten years ago. However, as similar as they appear, we don't have enough evidence to confirm if it's him or not. Besides, who's ever heard of a cartoon coming to life?" the officer pointed out.

Offended, I got out my paintbrush. Once the tip was covered in ink, I began painting on their window. I made sure to do it backward so they could read it from inside the living room. They didn't notice me because they were too busy yelling and arguing with each other. I walked over to the front porch waiting to execute the next part of my plan.

"How do you know if he's real or not? He could be real! What exactly is this 'Bendy' character?" her mom asked the officer.

"He's a dancing demon."

I began tapping my toes on their front porch when they mentioned it. Waiting for them to see what I wrote took forever. I just tapped away. The metal bottoms of my shoes were loud enough that I was sure (y/n) could hear me. I wanted her to. Suddenly, there was a shriek!

"EEK! Vandals!" screamed (y/n)'s mom.

"Wha-?! HOW?!" demanded the officer. He was silent as he read over my dripping handiwork. "It says, 'I Am Alive... Find me.'" the officer read. That was my cue to knock on the door.

Knock knock knock...

"What was that?" the mom asked.

"I dunno. Answer the door!" the officer retorted.

I tried to recall what I looked like when I was trying to be scary. Ink would flood over my eyes and I'd give my evil death grin. They opened the door but I wasn't there. The reason I was thinking about it was because I was wondering if I should show them. I mean, why not?

"What in the...?" the officer said as his voice trailed off. The three of them walked slowly outside.

"Don't suppose it was the same person who drew on the window?" asked (y/n)'s dad.

"No doubt...," the officer replied.

"Hello... Why do you dare search... For one who doesn't want... to be found again?"

I was glad to see them freeze and slowly turn. They didn't doubt now. Once I show them who's in control, they'll never want to do anything against us again.

"I'm only going to say this once... RUN."

2nd Person / (Y/N) POV

"I'm baaaaaaack!" yelled Bendy running into the room. He seemed a little surprised by the fact that you woke up early and went to get the whole project set up. "Head start, huh?"

"Yeah. You only took forever and a day to get back. I decided to make myself useful," you said trying not to snap at him for being late. He got the hint you were irritated by his absence.

"Sheesh! Cut me some slack! They were hard to chase down! Besides, I had the fuzz after me," Bendy explained as he looked at your work. "Guess you're about ready to test this out?"

You nodded your head slowly. "Uh-huh. Just gotta turn on the ink machine and it'll be ready." You realized how chill Bendy was and knew something was wrong. "Okay, what's wrong? I would've thought that you'd be a little more excited about Boris being brought back!"

Shooting a glance at the body and then shrugging, he explained. "Well, I am excited. I'm more nervous than anything. Like, what if he doesn't remember us? What if there's a problem? What if we die turning on the ink machine by getting electrocuted by the switch to turn it on?" he asked.

Suddenly realizing that he was being paranoid, you noticed something. Has Bendy ever been paranoid about anything? He always seemed confident in himself. You ignored it. "Hm, would make things easier for the both of us. You go turn it on!" you said trying to cheer yourself up. Bendy nodded and ran off. Before long, you could hear the ink flowing through the pipes.

At first, the process went fine. After a minute though, you realized something. Ink was still splattering onto the floor. It wasn't from Boris but from the pipes. Looking up, you saw the crack. As you went over to it to make an attempt to fix it, it shattered in your face. Black ink sprayed everywhere and all over your face. The impact launched you backward onto the floor. "AH! Stupid ink pipes! These things are so old, they've probably seen the dinosaurs! Bendy?! BENDY!" you screamed.

When he didn't come back, you panicked. The ink was holding you down like a mysterious weight was pressing your chest against the floor. Harder, harder, harder. The more you thought about it, the worse it got. "Oh no no no no no no no no no no... Bendy! I'm going to die here if you don't turn the machine off! PLEASE! Don't leave me here to die!" you screamed desperately. Nothing happened. You couldn't even flail your arms or legs anymore. The ink became an ocean.

Black engulfed you and surrounded your entire body. It was a soundless vacuum that absorbed all life. You tried to breathe, but you only inhaled ink. You tried to scream, there was only ink. You even tried to cry, but all that happened was more ink flooding around you.

I'm going to die...

That was all you could think as you drifted in the spaceless void.

A voice was echoing through the ink. Someone screaming at you. 'Am I in a coma?' was the first thing you thought. It was obviously Bendy. Suddenly, the world was jerked from you and your lungs burst. Thrusting open your eyes, at last, you sputtered and coughed like there was no tomorrow. You were back. It was a dream.

"(Y/N)! Dang it, Bendy! You should've known this would happen! THANK HEAVENS YOU DIDN'T SUFFOCATE YOURSELF," Bendy yelled more at himself than at you. His tail was frantically twitching from side to side at your intense dream reaction.

Breathing heavily in the dark, reality finally started making sense again. You sorted out what was real and what wasn't. "Bendy... What... h-happened...?" you asked feeling the adrenalin slowly fade. Even as your fear eased up, you could still feel your hands shaking.

He slowly grasped your hand when he noticed it shaking. His eyes told no lies to you as you gazed into them. He explained it all to you slowly. "When I came back, I could hear someone screaming. At first, I thought someone broke in or something. Then, when I noticed there was no one else here, I figured out it was a nightmare probably. I wasn't sure how bad it was and I tried to wake you up, but then... I think you know the rest."

You shivered at the memory. "It was awful... I failed at everything and I was drowning in an ocean of ink! There was black everywhere... To breathe was impossible and there was no one anywhere... I don't even understand what really happened myself. It was like... I was dying...," you answered.

His black eyes were somber and sympathetic. You wanted time to turn back. Back to the song. Back to the violin. Back to the projector. Back to ten years ago. You knew it wouldn't and that you were stuck in the fear of a nightmare. Listening hard, you could've sworn that you heard distorted whispers surrounding you once more. Every little noise became six times louder.

"But..., It's not real," Bendy said lightly. Then he looked confused. "At least, as far as I know..."

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and ignoring the chaos, you shook your head. "I think a nightmare like that is going to keep me from sleeping ever again. What's the point in it anyway?" you questioned.

"Okay, then!" Bendy said suddenly chipper. It was unbelievable how fast he made the mood change just from two words. "If you'll never sleep again, then I'll just have to stay up to keep you company EVERY night!"

He hopped onto the foot of the bed and stared at the wall as if he were staring at a vast ocean. "Thar she blows! The New Land drifts before us! Land ho!" He shouted as he pointed at the wall.

"Thar she blows. The Old Wall stands before us. Oh no," you mocked. He stared harder at the wall once you said this.

"Aye! It is a wall! Sorry, must've been my imagination. A fine wall it is, though. Pure mahogany stretching across the Atlantic Ocean as far as my one eye can see." Bendy said like a pirate.

Amused by his antics, you continued to point out reality just to see what he'd say. "But you have two eyes, not one, captain."

"You're right. The eyepatch is more for show."

"Besides, the pirates didn't discover The New Land! Christopher Columbus did!" you corrected.

Bendy smirked. "I am Christopher Columbus!"

"Dun-dun-duuuuuuun," you said.

"You are my hostage! Cower before the mighty Pirate Bendy/Christopher!" he shouted as he pointed an imaginary sword at you.

Feeling slightly more into it, you began to show some interest and began to test your acting skills. "Oh, Mighty Bendy! Your terrifying strength precedes my own! Your reign turned my land foul before I could have my chance to rule on the throne! For I am none other than the princess of England!" you shouted.

Bendy looked surprised for a second, then he continued. "Aye! Do you really think that I'd go for some low-life citizen?! Of course, in order to make an impact on your kingdom, I had to kidnap someone. You were the lucky person who caught my frightening eye..."

"A frightening eye of defeat! I built this wall through the Atlantic to stop you! Now you can't reach this "New Land" you speak of and I'll return home," you said trying to use Proper English.

Bendy growled at you in defeat. "Alas! You have outsmarted me! This wall goes across the world and the only way to reach the New Land is to cross the wall... Hm...," Captain Bendy said as he thought of a way to get through the wall.

You weren't about to let him have the chance to figure out how to pass the wall. "I refuse to be your hostage! If I'm going down, you're going down with me!" you shouted as you snatched him from where he was standing which sent both of you tumbling off of the bed and onto the wooden floor.

"Owwww... The Great Pirate Bendy is dead...," Bendy said from the floor.

"He went on to discover mermaids," you answered.

"Poor him. From what I've heard, mermaids are scary. They lure men to the ocean with their looks and singing voices and once they're close enough, they snatch them up and drag them down into the ocean," Bendy answered. He replayed the events that just happened in his mind and glanced at you. "I think you're a mermaid."

"You're right. I'm terrifying. However, I think you're the master of the 'drowning' part. Like how you drowned my uncle!"

"He deserved it!"

Rather than getting back up, you both stayed on the floor side-by-side. It was dark. Not much light would come in from the hallway light. All you could see was Bendy's silhouette and the dark shadows of all the other objects of the room. "Kinda reminds me of when we were at the lake. Just... creepy and without all the stars," you commented.

"I need to do some serious decorating to this place. I mean, how much more dreary can this studio get?" he asked.

"I actually kinda forget about how stupid life is when you're around. I didn't really notice all the dust, the cobwebs, or the leaky pipes. It all sort of... vanished," you explained. There was more silence and you could just guess what Bendy was wondering about. Finally, you stabbed at the subject. "Okay, I know you're going to ask me about the nightmare! I might as well just explain it!" you shouted.

Bendy shook his head no. "You don't have to. It's none of my business unless if you really want to tell me about it. Judging by your voice, I don't think you really want to talk about it."

The exhaustion from earlier began to kick in again. You remembered your words from earlier about never falling asleep again. It wasn't going to happen, you realized. "I don't think I can stay awake, Bendy..."

"I thought not. Joey would always say he didn't need sleep and then would pass out two seconds after. Look, I doubt you're going to be chased by any more bad dreams. I doubt anyone's going to find us. Why don't you just... close your eyes?" he asked slowly. His voice got softer on the last three words.

"Why...?"

"Because I think you look cuter when you're sleeping."

If you had the energy, you would have shot him back a witty comment because you thought he was just messing with you. However, the longer the silence stretched, the more you realized he was serious. Staring at his face a moment longer, you saw this dreamy look in his eyes. It was like he was staring at a distant light. A candle's flame or a shooting star.

A dark feeling that created a nightmare in the middle of the night. Faint whispers echoing down the hallway. An unfinished project waiting to howl at the moon again. Though it was a dark feeling, it was a feeling. That was good enough for you.

"Dream about me, (y/n)..."