((Okay, again, because people are confused, let me explain. This, and the previous blue angel chapter, are just special chapters written to celebrate this fic getting 300 hearts/favorites on quotev. It doesn't affect the main plot at all.))

"One blue angel, please."

Bendy sat at the bar, looking exhausted. He and Boris had just finished an ink heist a few hours ago, and he could really go for a drink. The bartender, must have been a sub because Bendy didn't recognize him, nodded and took out some very expensive blue ink and brandy, mixing the two together and sliding the glass over to the mob boss. Bendy took his drink and leaned back a little, lighting a cigarette just as Boris came over and sat beside him. "What took you so long?" "I...ran into an old friend. Needed a hand so I offered to help them..if they did me a favor." Heh, that sounded like Boris. Bendy took a sip of his drink. "Oh? And who's this friend?" Boris leaned over the bar, ordering his own drink. "An old friend of ours." As he spoke, the lights in the bar dimmed and the spotlight came down on the stage. A human stood there, and Bendy nearly choked on his drink. "What the hell-"

"So where is my shame

when I call your name?

So please don't set me free,

I'm as heavy as can be.

I will do you harm,

I will break your arm.

I'm a victim of your charm."

"Well, she's got pipes, I'll give her that." Bendy grunted, leaning back to watch her. The expressions around the room seemed to be mixtures of surprise, confusion, and disgust. Bendy had a bit of all three, but he was also curious. Something about the woman was familiar, and he had definitely heard that voice before. "Boris, you know about this? What in hells bells is some human dame doing here?" "Yeah. She's the old friend."

Bendy had to do a double take. "Boris, we don't have any friends who are human!" Boris shrugged and turned to watch the woman.

"I want to be dead,

When I am, I'm in bed.
I can be so mean,

You can beat me.

I would like to shame you,

I would like to blame you,

Just because of my love for you."

Wait a second.

"Holy hell...Wendy?"

"Her name is (Y/N), but yeah." Boris chuckled, downing his drink. "That's Wendy."

"And love itself

is just as innocent

as roses in May.

I know nothing can drive it away,

Though love itself

is just as brief

as a candle in the wind,

And it's greedy

Just like sin."

Bendy slid off the bar stool and made his way over to the stage, drink in hand. Anyone who had been close had backed off the minute the human had appeared, making it just Bendy as he stood close, staring up at the woman. (Y/N)...he remembered her. She'd been a shy thing, somebody Joey picked up at a cafe or something, had never worked in a gig like theirs before. Bendy had liked her, because deep beneath the stuttering and those big, surprised eyes she always seemed to have, there was a fire. He got to see it the day she left the studio, socking Joey Drew right in the kisser on the way out, totally busted his lip. Oh yeah, (Y/N) had completely won Bendy over that day. Sure, Wendy had been meant to be his girl in that stupid little show, but (Y/N), (Y/N) really was his girl. At least, that's how he had seen her back then. Now? Bendy wasn't so sure. Just as any other toon in Toon town, he had grown bitter and non-trusting of humans. It only made sense that Bendy didn't take too kindly to her now, though deep down..he wanted to. He wanted to be able to look at (Y/N) the same way he used to, and finally get the courage to actually talk to her. With him being the only one in the audience, (Y/N) was looking at him. Maybe now was his chance? Push aside those issues and..

"Alone,

But sane.

I am a love suicide.

'Cause love itself

is just as brief

as a candle in the wind.

It is pure white,

Just like sin.

Alone,

But sane.

I am a love suicide.

'Cause love itself

is just as brief

as a candle in the wind.

It is pure white,

Just like sin."

A few people clapped once it was over, after all, human or not the girl could sing. Damn, she could sing. Bendy smirked slightly and held out a hand, offering to help (Y/N) off the stage. She hesitated but leaned down, taking his hand and allowing the demon to pull her from the stage. She yelped as he ended up pulling her to his chest and holding her there. People stared, some even murmuring, but he didn't care. The minute (Y/N) was in his arms, all the bitterness, everything, had melted away. "B-Bendy? You're certainly not that tiny cartoon anymore." "Nope. And good thing too, or I wouldn't be able to hold ya like this."

(((HOW DOES FLUFF.

WHAT IS ROMANTIC.

LORD IF I KNOW.

So, here's the end of the special chapter! I'm actually wondering if I should continue this plot once we wrap up chapter 3 and have to wait for the next chapter to come out. Feel free to let me know what you think!)))