Chapter 2

It was from that night on with Boris that the demon decided it was time to go set out and find something better. A job that'd feel right to him for once. He took on any and every odd jobs there were listed on the papers. He became a train conductor, a babysitter, a pilot. Even a fast food host at a dining joint.

Though there were moments he had doubts, to go straight back to hell and go on doing what he only knew, he had his good friend Boris the wolf to keep him going. Always sticking beside him no matter what job he took on. The inseparable duo.

Then it hit him. His calling. On a night when he wasn't expecting anything at all.

He was at the time just a simple mechanic at a shop called Sammy's. Pete the pig, his coworker, talked to him about this recent bar where he and some of the other coworkers hung out at after work on the rare nights off. Decided to invite him along. Naturally fearing being alone with his coworkers, Bendy took Boris with him for the ride.

The boys set out on their night of the town, the fluorescent sign in their sights. Envoyage gleaming at their eyes.

The group swung in and cheered and hollered. Had their drinks and swapped stories of their cooky and crazy customers. Their words and laughter becoming a dull roar in Bendy's ears as he began to feel warm all over. Nonetheless he played his best attention towards Ravi.

"Like I said Pete, out of everyone, I've got the sharpest tools in the shed. The biggest too! Don't the ladies know?" He slapped his knee and wheezed. The other guys groaned and rolled their eyes with ridiculous smiles. "Sure Rav' If you call a round shovel a pointy one." said one of the pals.

"Oh yeah?!" Bendy hiccupped and giggled. "Well I've got the pointer to beat all of y'alls pointers!"

He slams his pitchfork on the counter, swiping off all the shotglasses that were sitting on the surface before that. "Take a lookin at that ladies." he giggled again before crossing his arms.

His coworkers cheered and applauded, pleased with the antics, the bartender however wasn't too thrilled.

"Aye how many did this demon feller have?" he yelled.

"Two." Boris chuckled as he handed the man a ten dollar bill. The man's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets for a second before coughing and tucking it into his shirt's pocket. "He can ave another if he wants. Hell, break the table for all I care."

Boris pats the tender on the shoulder just as the lights started to dim. The coworkers nudged each other and chuckled while shushing themselves to silence. Bendy's forehead creased. "Wha? Wha's goin on fellas?"

Bang! One light hits the center of the room. A dame with a mic in hand slowly walks through the crowd. Her lovely porcelain calf peeking teasingly through the slit in her green skirt.

Boris lets out a wolf whistle, his cheeks growing as rosy as Bendy's as his tongue lolled out lazily from his mouth. She turns to face the audience, her matching green orbs scanning the crowd with a wink.

"Tonight is one of those lucky nights my ladies and gents. I am the lady of luck and before you come my way let me inspire your day with a chance. Gather hands with those you hold dear, or those who are near and willing." She nods to the band. "Cause let me tell you now folks, the beats these fellas play will send you swinging. After one silly little dance."

The lights fade on her face as everyone went into an uproar of hollering, hooting, and whistling. Bendy couldn't see anything in this pitch darkness until an entire square of the center floor bathed in spotlights. There she was again, without a mic. "Hit it boys!" she exclaimed.

The drums drummed as she shimmied her shoulders before lifting up the hem of her dress, revealing a set of heels to her feet. Cymbals, Trumpets, Saxophones, and a Piano then blasted a flurry tempo sending an aching urge to join into the song. She began to tap dance back and forth in a flurry of movements, the cloth of her skirt swaying magically to the beat. It looked like she was floating through air itself more than dancing and was beaming brightly as the sun while she glided around without missing a beat. The click clack of her shoes a sweet spice adding to the melody.

Bendy's eyes were wider than the moon, a tugging in his chest that was marching to the beats of the thrum. Grinning cheek to cheek he snaps his fingers and tapped his shoe to the rhythm, all the lights swimming around in his vision. Then the moment approached. Noone could say for sure but whether coincidence or fate, Lady luck caught her eyes his way and tossed the little demon a wink.

"Did you see that?" Bendy giggled. No one bothered to answer him, too wrapped up in the performance to pay any mind.

He could feel the music throbbing in his body. After staring blankly at his pitchfork behind him for a several moments Bendy whisked it into his grip and got off the chair. As a three foot two demon, no one could really tell much difference between his dark figure and the tall chairs around him. He stares at her tapping feet for several moments longer before starting to copy her sway. Next her footwork and then finally those fancy leaps of hers. To him everything was blurring and slurring, he might have even took a misstep or two but then by all his might and leanness he ended up leaping onto a nearby swivel chair.

"What are you doing?!" Pete harshly whispered. The rest of his buddy's group following the direction of his voice.

At this point Bendy couldn't really hear anything but the music, simply shaking his head with rosy cheeks, snapping his fingers and twirling his pitchfork, letting the music move his body to the beat. The dancing lady began to take notice as a spotlight striked on his sudden outbursts. "Oh my." she smiled, extending a hand. "Seems tonight I've got a partner? Interesting night indeed! Show me what ya got darling."

His heart pounded at the words, the build up of eyes, ears, and blinding lights sending something indescribably good through his soul. Did he even have a soul? Who cared! He had soles! With clicks and taps of his toes he hopped along table tops and slid across the floor in full splits before standing up with legs alone and kept going. He danced circles around the lady, his heart ablaze with the music before taking her hand gently and going to full swing.

Their toes tapped in contentment. A thrill in his heart and another world melting into his mind, Bendy remembered nothing and forgot everything. His chest felt lighter than the air yet he never felt more grounded to earth. Much too soon the song came to an end. Everyone roaring with applause when the pair's hands drifted apart. Lady luck was near in tears as she clasped her hands close to her cheek. "What a wonderful performance darlin!"

"S'no proplem miss." he hiccupped before bowing over. Ended up landing on his face much to the lady's bemusement.

She eyed his pitchfork with a wry smile, pulling out her mic once more. "That was a great show you put for us." She yelled to still the air. A few claps and whistles going before she waited for them to die out. When they did she continued.

"Why your moves might even be hotter than hell. Dancin demon."

"Dancin Demon!" Someone yelled.

"Dancin Demon! Dancin Demon!" Pete's group chanted. Boris broadly smiling as he raised his pint high in the air.

"Dancin Demon! Dancin Demon! Dancin Demon!" the audience roared.

They demanded encores and couldn't get enough of him. From that night forward Bendy was the master of not just swing but any dance. One step was all it took for him to be the best of the best. Swinging, Jiving. Heck even ballet. Equipping himself with a bow tie and cane soon every bar in town knew him as the one and only Dancin' Demon.

Best part of all was that he felt his new nickname had the right ring to it. The limelight was where he belonged. And as all this happy go luckyness was going on above, things weren't resting so well below.

No, no, no. Not so much for the big guy himself.

In fact altogether he didn't know how to handle these turn of events. An underling of his own who not only failed with his simple purpose but decided to quit his job? Leaving him in the dust?

He massaged the horns and fur at his temples, staring at the orb that let him see the surface world he could not visit in person. Bendy was pirouetting in a tutu and fluttered his lashes to the giggling crowd. The devil stomped his foot. "I OWN YOU LITTLE MORON!" he roared at the cave's spiky ceiling causing the place to rumble.

His pointed ears twitched and spasmed at the screams and yelps from his current minions and underlings off in the chasms beyond his room. If word ever got out about this he didn't even want to know what would happen with his minions. He'd never heard the end of it from him upstairs that's for sure.

A creak from his doorway sets him immediately rimrod straight. He pounds a fist to the side of his throne. "What is it now?" he growled.

It was a lanky demon with glasses, standing still and trembling in front of the door as he held on to a parchment of paper for dear life. "Your request my lord, your request for the papers , your papers for demon, request for demon number 666,666,666 my lord. Your request."

"Enough sputtering fool! I understand!" He grumbled. "Hand them over." As the cowardly demon handed him the papers he coughed and readjusted his red glasses. "My lord, why lord, why would you, would you want these? Is he getting, he's getting a promotion?"

He warily eyed the demon his yellow eye with a dark slit for pupils began to grow.

"Wait! Lord! Please! Forget it I beg I beg! Please no!"

The eyes kept growing bigger and bigger until he seemed just a hovering head in front of the demon who began running in order to escape the fate he locked himself into. All in vain as he was pressed against a locked door and the devils face leering in front of him. His lips curled into the twistiest of disturbing smiles. All razor teeth in layers of varying sizes and drool.

From beyond the door, all the demons and prisoners of hell could hear a shriek of agony that curdled their bones and shriveled their hearts to the core. All the demons across the worlds shuddered in usion, including Bendy himself for a moment as he was walking off the stage.

The devil back in his normal proportions was seated back in his throne with a tiny pair of glasses resting on his squashlike nose reviewing on the little demon's report.

"He caused mischief but not trouble." He nodded. "Spooked a ghost in a game of hide and seek. Disrupted a skeletons cemetery on hallows eve. Banana peeled a member of the Butcher's gang. Attempted robbery of a sandwich?" He heaves a heavy sigh, tossing the notes to the ground.

"I can't work with this! I won't. This ridiculous in between." He buries his face in his hands, slumping in his chair. Once more the doors to his office creaks wide open. "If you wish to see so much as another sight, you will shut that door right now."

The door shuts with a click, but the noise doesn't stop. Echoes of footsteps grew close. He slowly looked up from his hands to see his new unwelcomed guest in full view.

"You." he sneered. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be- " His brow raised. "Eh? A solution you say?" A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his tail curled in as he darkly chuckled. "Go on then."