"2 days have passed and I still have no idea how to bargain without dying" I groan out, tapping my finger against the desk, trying to keep my head from exploding due to stress and fear.

I hear small footsteps approach me from behind. I sigh and turn around. Faced with the devil himself, Bendy.

"Hey, toots. How's my personal human doing?" he asked, staring at me with those empty, void eye's.

I grow suspicious, wondering what the sneaky demon is up to.

"Oh, I'm...I'm doing good, how about you?" I ask politely, swallowing my fear.

"Bored" he answered, sighing dramatically.

"Since I'm here though, mind telling me if you've made any progress?"

"Oh...uh, no. I'll get it tomorrow for sure. I have the perfect plan to get it" I lie, anxiety flowing through my body as he eyes me, hoping he will swallow up my lie.

"Really now? mind telling me this "perfect plan" of yours"

I gulp, trying to think of a lie.

"Ah, you don't need to know it. Can't risk you ruining my plan" I fidget with my hand, feeling as I panic on the inside more the longer he stares at me with those black, doubtful eyes.

"That's just rude, toots" he stated, tone laced with annoyance and offense.

"You better have it tomorrow, I'm starting to get impatient" he added while grabbing my pen and sheet of paper from my desk.

I watched him as he doodled on my sheet, laying stomach first on the ground.

As he added more and more doodles, I was surprised, not expecting the demon to have any artistic ability.

"Where...where did you learn how to draw?" I asked

"That's none of your business" he snapped, giving me a death glare.

I break the eye contact, terrified I'll upset him even more if I look at him.

He jumps to his feet and walks up behind me, close enough to hear his breathing clearly.

I hear something behind, a squishy, wet sound. I turn my head slowly and gasp. I look up at the now tall, menacing demon looming over me.

His deformed, face, constant smile, far too skinny body...everything about this demon sent chills through my body.

I stare, unable to speak, let alone make any sound. It bends down to my level, his face inches away from mine.

"I think you're starting to get way too comfortable around me. Did you forget I'm a ink demon that could kill you just for the fun of it? maybe I will if I don't get my book" he threatened, his hand tracing my face.

I feel his finger get sharp, still tracing my face, but slightly harder this time, almost enough to penetrate my flesh.

In a swift movement he penetrates my skin, leaving only a small cut across my cheek. I feel the small amount of blood stream down my cheek.

I stare at him, unable to control my shaky breaths and my racing heart.

He stands up straight, looking down at me with that never ending smile, the smile that haunts my thoughts.

He pauses, backing up slightly to admire his warning he put on my cheek.

"Consider that a warning, toots. If you start to get far too comfortable with me again, lets just say your next warning will have severe consequences"

My body trembles, feeling as that warning stuck itself in my brain and soul. Doubt about being able to bargain with this demon filled my entire being.

He huffs, snapping me out of my doubtful thoughts. I notice his uneven breathing, his fits clenching as he stares at me.

"Why...why is he so mad? What did I do?!" I yell in my head, trying to find out what I did

I back up slowly, hitting the desk with my back. He stomps towards me, I coward in fear, closing my eyes and hugging my body, preparing for the pain.

He grips onto my wrist roughly and pulls it towards him, pulling my grip away from myself and turning my entire body to face him.

"Listen he-" A series of deafening knocks interrupt the devil.

"Ben, it's me, Mr. Drew. We need to talk" he demanded.

I gulp, remembering the book I stole from him that I hid in my room back at home.

Bendy cursed, throwing my wrist at me. He tiptoes his way to the ink puddle, sending a low growl before leaving me alone with an angry boss outside my office door.

"Ben, hurry up and open this door!" he roared, making my soul jump out of my body.

I rush to the door and open the door, greeted with the fuming man.

"Uh, hey, boss. What do you need?" I squeaked out.

"Someone stole a book of mine. everyone in this studio is a suspect, I need to question all of you about it"

He grabs a chair from the hall and brings it next to mine. He takes a seat and turns to me, gesturing to sit. I close the door and sit across from him, noticing the storm in his eyes.

"If you took it this is your chance of redemption. I won't fire you and it will all be in the past. So, if you have it, cough it up" he stares intensely, making me think he's trying to enter my head.

I gulp, fidgeting with my fingers as I feel his stare through my skull. I shift uncomfortably in my chair and look him straight in the eye.

"I don't have whatever book was stolen from you"

He says nothing as he eyes me, eyes filled with frustration and doubt. He deeply sighs, massaging his forehead with his palm.

I contain myself on the outside, acting as I'm an innocent bystander.

"Maybe he will believe me and leave me alone. He has no proof it was me anyways, it's at home safely" I reassure myself in my head, attempting to calm my doubtful and worry thoughts.

He gets up from his chair, letting out a deep and loud groan, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Well, if you hear or see anything of it, let me know" He added before saying his goodbyes and leaving my office

I fall back on my chair and cling to my body, worried he will come back soon.

"What if he somehow finds proof I stole it?" "What if someone saw me enter his office and tell him?!" "What if he saw me hiding behind the sofa?!" my thoughts run wild, filled with worry and fear.

I try to reassure myself, but it doesn't work. I grab my pen, the pen trembling with my hands violently.

I grip onto my wrist to stop the shaking, desperate to calm my body, in fear someone will walk in to my suspicious behavior.

I sit up and daydream about hopeful thoughts. I daydream that I beat the devil and carry on with my normal, happy life. No more demon. The thought of getting rid of the inky thing put a smile on my face, making me feel hopeful about the near future.

It's been hours now since I've seen Bendy. I felt relieved, wanting to avoid that question as his as much as possible.

"Any progress?" I mock.

I snap my head behind me, remembering I need to look around before I start mocking him. He's not here, but the cut-out is. The stupid cut-out that I put in the halls everyday, but it still manages to get back in.

"Can he control them or something?" I wonder irritated.

I grab my pen and fling it towards to cut-out, hitting it right in the face. I feel tension and stress leave my body.

"Wow, hitting what looks like him makes me less stressed" I exclaimed as I continue hitting it with pens and pencils.

I run out of stuff to throw. I sigh in exhaustion as I get up and collect the thrown pens and pencil. I pick up the last item and turn around, met with small Bendy sitting on my chair with his back facing me.

"Having fun over there, toots?" he asks, not even turning to face me.

"yeah...yeah I am" I laugh nervously, knowing he saw what I did to his cut-out.

He turns to me, his smile seemed off, almost menacing.

"So, you think you can just mess with my cut-out's like that? let's see how you like it" he turns himself and the chair to face me and takes out his hand, his palm facing the ceiling.

"Put them in my hand and then go right beside that handsome devil cut-out" he orders.

I shuffle towards him, hesitantly giving him the pens and pencils.

I walk up to the cardboard and stand right beside it, hiding my face in my hands, knowing what he's gonna do to me.

I felt the pens and pencils hitting my body one by one, the sharp ends of the pencils almost penetrating my skin, ink from the pens marking my body and hearing his howls of laughter filling the room, making my blood boil and run cold at the same time.

All I felt was a mixed of anger and fear.

I no longer felt the hits, but I still hid my face, whimpering, wanting nothing, but to carry on with life without being terrorized by this demonic cartoon.

I separate my fingers slightly, peeking out, catching his intense gaze, making me grow nauseous and fearful for what's to come next.

"Now pick those up" He demanded, pointing to the thrown supplies on the floor.

I idle for a moment, unable to move. A few moments later I gain control of my body again and reach for the thrown supplies, picking them up one by one slowly, feeling as my body ran out of energy and motivation to do anything, even if it will keep me from a horrible punishment from Bendy.

I put the supplies in a small drawer on my desk, organizing them.

"Finally! thought you were deaf for a second" he laughs out.

I laugh along awkwardly, hating every second of his company.

"I hate this. I hate him. I want him gone" I complain to myself as he continues to laugh.

He calms down.

He taps my arm repeatedly, each tap becoming more rough. eventually the taps start to hurt, each tap filled with more force and power

"Do...do you want something?" I grit through my teeth, resisting the urge to snap.

"Well-" my door swings open and a certain angry boss barges his way in, interrupting Bendy.

I push Bendy under my desk, hiding him with my own body as I sit in my chair in front.

"Hey, Mr. Drew. Nice weather we're having today, right?" I panic, not expecting this surprise visit.

"I need the work you have, we're behind schedule" He demands, walking up to my desk.

"Wait" I blurt out, picking up the sheets myself and handing them over.

"Here you go, sir. Anything else you need?" I asked as he gives me a puzzling look.

"Uh, no. That's all. Now get back to work" He nagged

"Damn, wish he stayed" I thought to myself, recalling about the horrifying demon I shoved under my desk

I feel him wriggle around violently, shaking my desk.

He escapes. Pausing for a moment while he stares at me. I squeeze my hand, trying to hide my fear from him, not wanting to amuse him. I do my best to act brave while remaining terrified on the inside, fearing for what he might do next

He suddenly opens his mouth to speak.

I shut my eyes and prepare myself for the scolding.

"Uh, thanks, I guess" he mutters, his gaze dropping to the floor.

My eyes pop out of my sockets, unable to process what just happened.

"He thanked me?" I wondered to myself, feeling as this is a joke.

"For what?"

"You saved me, toots. If he saw me who knows what would have happened. So, I guess I owe you one now"

A painful, awkward silence fills the room. I lower my gaze onto the floor, not knowing what to say

"Well" he began, skipping his way to the small, inky puddle in its usual corner

"I'm out of here. If you need me, yell out or something" he waves goodbye and jumps in the puddle

I idle there, wondering what I should use my "I owe you one" on. An idea pops in my head, making me smile slightly as I feel hope in surviving.

"Maybe I can use it when I give him the book" I exclaimed.

I drop down on my chair, relieved that I have a plan to get rid of him and survive.

A smile is glued onto my face for the rest of the day, excited for when I get rid of that inky troublemaker forever.