BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I raise my hand and slam down on my alarm, hitting the snooze. I roll to the other side, trying to start up my brain, figuring out what day it is. I recall, smiling wide.

"Yes! Today is the day I get rid of him!" I celebrate, kicking myself out of bed.

I rush to get ready, packing myself food and grabbing the book that's still in my folded sweater, placing it neatly under everything else.

I get in my car, starting up the engine and cruising to work, smiling ear to ear. I park my car in its usual parking space in front and enter the building.

I skip my way down the halls, greeting those in the halls cheerfully, earning confused and tired greetings back.

I enter my office, sitting down in my chair, leaning back to relax for a minute or so before slaving away until break. I grab hold of my pencil and work away, for once not caring about the cut-out that managed it's way back in my office.

I finish up the outline for a scene and feel a quick, gentle tap on my right shoulder. I mentally prepare myself for who I'm about to face, the only one who comes in silently and unannounced. I turn around, faced with the creepy demon I fear.

"Hey, toots. You seem awfully cheery today" he pointed out, leaning his body against my desk, observing my outline.

"Ah, just one of those energetic and weird days I guess" I laugh out awkwardly, sliding the outline out of his reach.

"I'm bored, I wanna do something" He whines out childishly

He pauses, leaning against my chair as he silently thinks to himself.

"Oh, I know what I want to do" He jogs his way to my door and opens it, peeking side to side before vanishing into the dim hall. He comes back moments later with a chair, closing the door behind him and placing the chair on the right side of the desk.

"What are you doing?" I inquired

"What does it look like? I'm going to draw with you"

I freeze up, staring at him with wide eyes, shocked with his new vibe and behavior. Memories flashback to me, all of the times he was threatening and menacing, but today he's cheerful and friendly. I sit there silently, doubting he suddenly decided to be nice for no reason.

"He probably has a motive" I guessed to myself, keeping my guard up.

I nod at him and get back to work, not wanting to ruin his friendly vibe by saying something wrong.

For the next few hours, Bendy draws silently with me, occasionally showing me his finished pieces before working on his next. I finish up, standing up to make my way to the others for criticism.

"Oh, where are you off to?" Bendy questioned suspiciously.

"Just off to ask the other animators about what I've done. I need them to improve for it to be finalized" I explained.

I grab my bag, stuff the work in and approached my door. I look back at Bendy before I leave, praying he doesn't break anything while I'm gone.

I walk along the halls, going back to my office after I got the criticism I needed, wondering if my office will remain in one piece by the time I get back.

I see my door in the distance, slowly getting closer to it. I'm right in front of my door, griping on the knob. As I grip on the knob I put my ear against the wooden door, listening for any troubling sounds. I hear nothing. I open the door and is met with Bendy peacefully drawing, humming a catchy tune.

I scan around the room, looking for any misplaced or destroyed objects. I find nothing out of the ordinary and sit back on my chair, not making eye contact with the staring demon next to me, watching my every move.

"Why is he staring at me" I wonder to myself as I tap my desk, feeling a bit creeped out

I grab my pencil and get back to work, pretending not to notice. An hour in he taps my arm, grabbing my attention.

"Yes? You need something?" I ask politely, ignoring the fear of him that still remains inside.

He says nothing as he slips a sheet to me. I hesitantly pick up the sheet and turn it over. It showed Bendy and I hanging out in my office, nothing, but friendly and cheerful vibes attached to this artwork.

"Wow...this is really good, Bendy" I compliment. I feel weird when I call him by his name, still struggling to accept this is even a living cartoon beside me.

"What can I say? I'm just amazing" he brags, chest high and grins wide.

I chuckle. A small smile sneaks its way on my face, starting to find this surprise visit decently ok.

Then I remember how he warned me about getting too comfortable. I frown immediately, terrified he'll punish me for even smiling around him.

I put the artwork in a small drawer, explaining to him I'll keep it safe in there so it doesn't get ruined. He approves and continues with making more, humming a tune as he creates.

My gaze falls on my hands, noticing the slight shake. I lay them down on my thigh, letting myself have a little break as I wait for my body to calm itself.

"You know, you ain't bad company, toots" Bendy suddenly speaks up, making me jump with the sudden conversation starter.

"Oh...is that so? You're not bad yourself" I half-lie, recalling the bad visits, but finding this one pleasant.

"Heh, thanks. I might just visit you more now, even after you give me the book. Who knows, I might have more for you to do"

"Oh no, not good" I cry out to myself.

"Really? I wouldn't mind that" I give him a fake smile, struggling to keep it from falling into the biggest frown of my life.

He glanced at me for a second before looking down and continuing on, focused on the new masterpiece he started.

I lower my head, my future normal life feeling more like a fantasy than reality.

I grab my phone and turn it on

"12:30?! Ugh, I wish I knew it was break, I would have stopped working" I complained

I stand up and rush to organize my work, noticing Bendy's gaze on me

"I'll be back, ok? I'm just gonna go get some food and a drink"

He answers with a small nod, going back to his next masterpiece.

I speed down the hall, my stomach begging for food and a drink.

I enter the breakroom, a bit overwhelmed with how cramped I felt in here. I squeeze my way to towards the fridge, feeling as I'm drowning in this sea of staff.

"God, this room feels way smaller when everyone decides to come here. It's even really stuffy in here" I complain to myself, opening the fridge and reach for the sandwich I packed for myself this morning.

I shove the sandwich and the glass of water down my throat, nearly choking. Feeling the judgemental stares I'm getting from the other staff.

I wipe my mouth and rush to the exit until I'm stopped by Mark, blocking his way in.

"Ben!" He yelps, jumping back.

He pants, placing his hand on his heart.

"You scared me there" he chuckles

"Sorry"

"No, it's fine"

I take a step towards the hall, but blocked right away by Mark, purposely stopping my escape.

"We're suppose to hang out more, remember?" He reminds me

I start to tap my foot rapidly against the wooden floor, feeling way too uncomfortable with Mark's clingy behavior. I feel a headache growing more and more as he babbles on about us hanging out more, overreacting too much about the entire situation.

"I'm sorry, but can we postpone? I'm a bit behind on work, I need a little head start"

He sighs in defeat, moving his body out of the way, allowing me to escape. I thank him and bolt to my office, relieved when I see my door.

I swing it open, breathing heavily as I come in. I let myself fall on my chair, making Bendy jump from the surprise return. His expression is filled with nothing, but confusion. He notices my sweat and heavy breaths

"Did you run down the hall or something?" Bendy jokes.

"It was so cramped in there, I rushed to eat and ran to my office. I wanted nothing more, but to escape that sea of people, felt like I was drowning" I laugh out.

Bendy chuckles along, his smile seeming more genuine and playful than menacing. The anxiety and fear disappeared a bit, almost enjoying his company.

"Maybe his visits will be more like this" I hope to myself.

I pick up my pen and place the tip down on the sheet, resulting in the ink splattering everything on my no longer blank sheet.

I gasp, pushing my body back to avoid any ink spilling on me. I watch the last bit of ink drip from my pen onto my ink-filled sheet.

I hear a series of muffled giggles coming from beside me. I snap my head towards the culprit, giggling away.

"What...what on earth just happened?" I demanded.

"No idea, toots" He giggles out, playful mischief dancing in his eyes.

I pick the paper and stomp towards the bin, grumbling away to myself as I toss the paper away, ink covering most of my palm.

I sigh when I take a glance at my desk, noticing the faint, damp ink that went through the paper.

I sprint to the break room and barge my way in, wandering around, in search of a rag or anything to clean up the mess.

I find a dry rag under the sink, I snatched it and rinsed it with warm water. I grab a few paper towels before scurrying back to my office.

I swing open the door and rush to my desk. I scrub roughly, most of the ink leaving my desk. I stop scrubbing and observe my desk, noticing the faint stain of ink on my desk. I grit my teeth as I dry my desk with paper towels

I toss the inky, damp rag in the bin, along with the papers towels.

"I think you missed a spot" Bendy jokes, pointing to the stain as he giggles away.

"I regret what I said before. This visit wasn't as pleasant anymore" I growl out.

I sigh and get my work out, ignoring Bendy's laughter as I continue on with my day.

While I slaved away in this desk my gaze falls to the window, taking in the beautiful sunset. The orange, warm color filling my office. Unable to tear my eyes away from this unbelievable view. Sending my body into a calm state, as if this view temporarily poofed all of my worries and problems away.

"Wow," I whisper, struggling to find words to describe this beauty.

"What's so great about the sunset? You see it every day" Bendy asked, lifting his gaze to experience the view.

"The colors, it has a satisfying palette that I find relaxing and breathtaking. So many have different reasons for loving the sunset, but I find the colors give me a calm, satisfying and a warm feeling inside that I adore" I explain calmly.

Bendy continues to face the sun, watching the sun slowly go down, letting darkness fill above. The warm colors start to fade as the sun lowers down, darkness overfilling by the second.

I turn on the lamp on the corner of the desk, lighting up most of the office.

"Did you enjoy the sunset?" I asked, watching him still staring out the window, acting as the sky sent him into a trance.

"Actually...it was nice" Bendy admitted, not taking his eyes off the dark sky.

I smile softly as I put my things away, getting ready to leave for the day.

Bendy takes his eyes off the sky, his eyes landing on me.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, my shift is done" I answer as I stuff my things in my bag.

Bendy sets himself down from the chair, grabbing his doodles and snatching my bag away from my grip.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I exclaimed.

He ignores my question and places his doodles neatly inside my sketchbook.

"Keep these safe for me" He orders.

I nod my head in response, taking my bag carefully, paranoid I'll ruin his work

"See you later" He waves.

I watch him stroll to his ink puddle. He glances at me one final time tonight, we make eye contact for a second. He breaks the eye contact and steps into the puddle.

I sigh in exhaustion, my droopy eyes checking around for anything I missed.

I turn off my lamp light and head to the door, not caring about the creepy cut-out in my office anymore, deciding it's normal. I leave it in the office tonight.

I make it in my car, start up the engine and drive away. The only thing I can think of was the book, cursing myself for not bargaining with him today. I wonder what I should do about it and if I can trust him.

I decide to leave that for tomorrow, too exhausted to even stress about anything.

I make it home and collapsed on my bed without putting anything away or changing clothes. As I drift off to a peaceful slumber I couldn't help, but hope his visits will be like today from now on.