Bendy the Demon's day was interesting. He found a note on his hotel desk that told him to go to the downtown pub at midnight. Slightly suspicious to Bendy but he didn't care. He was on holiday anyway. Bendy was a cartoon little black demon with a Cheshire grin. His entire body was black except for his face. He wore a bow tie, white gloves and leather shoes. He was pie-eyed and his head was curved inwards creating horns. As Bendy entered the pub with his suitcase, the loud atmosphere grew silent. Many eyes peered at the demon at the doorway. Wanting to be ignored, Bendy swiftly strolled forward, climbed a stool and sat. The onlookers still watched the demon with great interest. Bendy cleared his throat and looked around. He recognized a few of the faces that stared at him. On the balcony was Minecraft Steve and 'Jason'. On his left was Slenderman, King Boo and a group of zombies.

"I'd like to have a pint," muttered Bendy as he passed a few coins to the bartender. A glass full of beer slid across the table to Bendy. The demon uncapped a container full of ink and let one drop of it drip into the beer. Everyone was still watching him. Probably in disgust that he was drinking ink. Bendy sipped his beer and warily looked for anyone who might suddenly try to kill him. Suddenly King Boo and Slenderman moved towards Bendy like a cat inspecting a mouse hole.

"Where are you from, cutesy?" sneered Boo as if it was the best insult he came up with. Bendy ignored the ghost and continued to sip his beer.

"What are you, anyway? A rip-off of Mickey Mouse?" snapped Slenderman. The rest of the people in the bar laughed half-heartedly as if they were commanded to do this. Bendy was starting to get annoyed. He set his glass down and spun around on his stool and glared at the bullies.

"You f*ucking what mate?" asked Bendy as he stood up on his stool, "What's your problem?"

"Oh look," leered King Boo, "You must be an MLG version of Mickey Mouse because you just swore."

The spectators were now really laughing. Bendy grew angrier.

"Aww," cooed Slenderman as he knocked over Bendy's glass, "Oops. Is he going to airhorn us?"

That was the final straw.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" screamed Bendy, the sound was like a wailing violin. The pub went silent. Slenderman and King Boo grinned stupidly.

"What are you going to do about it cutesy?" sneered King Boo. Bendy's angry face slowly changed into something more sinister. A cruel sadistic smile started to carve on his face. Ink started to drip from his horns, covering his eyes. He started to grow taller with his body becoming skeletal. Ink streamed down his body, reflecting light into people's faces. As his transformation finished, everyone was looking at the new monster in horror. Lights started to flicker and ink uncannily streamed down the walls and floor.

"What do you think now," grunted the newly transformed Bendy as he jumped off his stool.

"Pff," snorted Slenderman, "You think that scares us?"

Bendy lunged forward at Slenderman and started strangling him. King Boo yelled in surprise and shot a lightning bolt from his crown at Bendy. Seeing it, Bendy sank into an ink pool, appeared behind King Boo and wrenched his crown out off. King Boo screamed and spun around in panic. Bendy planted his foot into Boo's eye, slammed him into the balcony, which broke and sent some people tumbling down, and stuffed him into an ink pool. Bendy then grabbed Slenderman by the neck, slammed him a couple of times into the wall, stuffed his head into a barrel full of beer and threw him out of the window. King Boo floated out of an ink pool and Bendy forcefully dragged and threw him out of the door. Bendy snarled and looked around.

"Anyone else?"

Everyone was silent. Bendy reverted to his cute form and the tension lessened. He placed a few coins on the table, in front of the bartender.

"That's for the damage," said Bendy in an upbeat tone. The person who wrote the note didn't seem to be coming. He scanned the bar one more time, picked up his suitcase and swiftly left.

Little did the demon notice in a dark corner of the bar, a pair of fluorescent blue eyes was flowing him. The owner of the eyes stood up with the huffing and clicking of pistons.

"I think this is who were looking for," said the mysterious figure in a deep, static-filled voice, "Let's trail him until he bumps into one of them,"