Many Years Ago...
The torture room was as busy as ever. The prisoners were huffing and groaning from their usual punishments.
DING DONG DING DONG
The demon guards and prisoners flinched when they heard the bells ring. When those bells ring in the torture room it can only mean one thing...
"Nap time..." one guard muttered nervously.
The Devil and Henchman were in the office room overlooking the torture room and watched when two demon imps entered the torture room with an iron gated carrier. They slowly unhooked the latch. The door flew off its hinges, and a flash of black dashed out of the box.
Like a feral cat, toddler Bendy pounced and attacked one prisoner after another. He scratched, he bit, he chewed. And as he went around attacking, The Devil waved his fingers around as if directing the sounds of screaming, walling, cackles, and the jingle of the bell around Bendall's neck into a musical composition.
Eventually the little devil was exhaustedly chewing on the screamer prisoner's leg.
"AH!" the prisoner screamed.
The Devil appeared in a puff of dark smoke and pried Bendy off the prisoner's leg. The Devil then slammed his pitchfork and they both ended up in the torture office room.
"How was I?" Bendall asked as rubbed his tired eye.
"You were perfect," The Devil said.
Bendall nuzzled against the big devil's chest.
"Thanks, Daddy," Bendall said before he dosed off.
The big devil pressed his cheek against the little devil's forehead.
"My little pest," The Devil cooed.
Present...
The Devil lifted his pink sleep mask off his eyes and woke up with a smile. He stepped into his demon-face slippers and walked to his window before pulling the curtains to the side. The Devil was greeted by the sounds of souls wailing and brightens of the flames of the Underworld.
"Ah, beautiful day." The Devil said, smiling.
The big devil walked down the hall before he stopped by Bendy's bedroom and opened the door slightly. He peaked inside and saw his little devil still asleep in bed. The Devil smiled before closing the door and walked away.
The Devil was walking towards his throne, scratching his side when he spotted a serving table with coffee and a box of donuts on it.
"Ooh! Don't mind if I do." The Devil said before he grabbed the last pink frosted donut. He was about to take a bite.
An obnoxious throat clearing made The Devil flinch and drop his treat.
"Excuse me." Came Stickler's voice.
The big devil saw Sticker and rolled his eyes. His good mood was gone now.
"Henchman, bring more donuts." The Devil ordered. "And as for you..."
The Devil aimed his pitchfork at the green demon and fired a fireball at him. When the smoke cleared, Sticker still stood there, unaffected by the attack and his torso buzzed with electricity.
"Still wearing the invisible impenetrable sweater, I see." The Devil said.
"I come with news from the annual ledger review." Stickler said.
"Thrill me, Stickler." The Devil said unenthusiastically as he walked to his throne.
"Apparently you have not collected a single soul in months."
"Yeah. There's more to life than work, Stickler. Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to start my day!" The Devil said before he was suddenly pushed off his throne when a giant pink bubble formed around it.
The Devil landed on his face and the pitchfork landed away from him. He groaned before he snapped out of his daze and looked at the now-imprisoned throne.
"What was that?" The Devil wondered.
"That is one of the Bubbles of Failure." Stickler explained. "They will entomb everything you cherish. Your bed, your coffee mug, your paintings."
As the green demon spoke, The Devil's possessions got bubbled.
"Aw..." The Devil moaned when he saw the donut he wanted to eat float away in a bubble. "Wait, you said everything?" he asked before he started running.
"The prince won't be bubbled," Stickler said.
The Devil stopped and turned around to face the green demon.
"You sure?" The Devil questioned.
"Yes,"
"Thank the dark star." The Devil sighed. Then he squared his shoulder and glared at Stickler. "Then why is all this happening?"
"To encourage soul collection." Stickler explained and showed the downward graph. "No new souls, no access to belongings."
"This is an outrage!" The Devil yelled. "Who instituted this miserable policy?"
"You did."
"I did?"
"Yes."
"I did?"
"Yes."
"I did?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Well, you have to admit, that is pretty evil." The Devil said with a small chuckle.
"Per Clause 548B subsection C..." Stickler said as he pointed out the page of the rule book.
Floating over their heads, Henchman was trapped in a giant pink bubble like the rest of The Devil's treasured things.
"Uh, Boss?" Henchman said before he floated away.
"...you must collect a single soul within one business day." Stickler continued. "If you fail, all assets will remain permanently seized."
"Fine." The Devil said. "I'll—" he stopped himself before he quickly checked the halls and looked around the pillars to make sure the little devil wasn't around. After confirming that Bendy wasn't around, he said in a hushed voice, "I'll use this opportunity to finally get that cup's soul."
"Obtaining any soul will satisfy the requirements." Stickler said.
"I'm getting the cup's soul," The Devil yelled softly before speaking in a normal volume, "and that's the end of it." He started walking away from the green demon.
"Your hubris will be your downfall." Stickler said.
The Devil reached for his pitchfork on the ground but before he could touch it the weapon got trapped in a bubble and floated away.
"Ah! My pitchfork!" The Devil exclaimed.
DING
The Devil then noticed his elevator was also now trapped in a bubble.
"My elevator!" The Devil exclaimed. "Now how am I supposed to get to the surface world?"
"Looks like someone is taking the stairs." Stickler said before he disappeared into the shadows.
"Oh right. The stairs." The Devil said before he walked to the stairs. When he reached the stairs, his head tilted up and his jaw hung agape. The Devil forgot just how incredibly tall the staircase was. "Ugh..." The Devil groaned before he started walking up and grumbled. "fat head... Stickler...ugh."
Meanwhile...
At the Kettle Cottage, Cuphead and Mugman laughed and jumped over the goat as they ran to the gate. Not far behind them was Elder Kettle.
"Boys, wait!" Kettle said before he was stopped by the goat. "Out of the way, goat." He pushed the goat aside. "When will you be back from the movies?"
Cuphead and Mugman stopped in their tracks.
"How about when he quits being so clingy?" Cuphead whispered to Mugman.
The cup brothers turned around and spoke to Kettle with strained smiles.
"Uh, we'll be gone for a while," Mugman said. "It's a... double feature."
"Actually, Mugman, it's a double double feature," Cuphead said. "Remember?"
"Oh, right."
"Oh. Well, let me give you a lift." Kettle said. "Wait right there. Just gotta get my keys."
Kettle rushed inside the cottage. The brothers glanced at each other before they ran away to the dirt road.
In the forest, there was a subway station entrance that actually served as an entrance to the Underworld as indicated by the sign over the stairs labeled "Underworld" with an arrow pointed downward.
The Devil groaned and grunted as he continued to walk up the steps, clutching onto his chest and panting. He retched when he reached the last step. Then he sighed and squealed before he took a deep breath and dusted himself.
"Now, where is that stupid cottage?" The Devil wondered as started walking away from the stairs. Just then his unprotected foot stepped on a pinecone. "Youch! Ow, ow, ow, ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." He said as he hopped back on one foot while holding the sore one. The Devil accidentally backed up over a cliff. "Ow?"
The Devil fell and landed straight into a briar patch.
"Yeow-whoo-hoo-hoo!" The Devil screamed.
Back in the Underworld...
Bendy was walking into the throne room.
"Hey Dad, is Henchman going on strike or something?" Bendy asked. "Cause I went into the kitchen for breakfast and all I could find was this," he held up a limp slice of bread. "Dad?"
When Bendy finally looked around he noticed the different-looking throne where his father's throne usually sits.
"What the?" Bendy wondered.
This new throne looked like a leather office chair with bent pipes, resembling horns, sticking out of the corners and curled pipes stringing on the bent ones like a collection of broken halos. The chair stood over a black rug shaped like an ink blot that stretched over the steps.
A throat clearing caught Bendy's attention.
"Excuse me," came Stickler's voice.
Bendy grumbled before turning around to see Stickler.
"What is it now?" Bendy asked. "And what happened to my dad's throne? I mean it's cool but what gives,"
"It's not your father's, it's your throne, your highness,"
"Mine?" Bendy asked in surprise.
"I had it brought out just in case."
"Why? What's going on?"
"Your father hasn't collected any souls lately. To encourage soul collection, all he cherished will be confiscated in bubbles." Stickler said before pointing upward.
Bendy looked up and gasped when he saw a lot of his dad's stuff trapped in bubbles. Including Henchman.
The purple demon waved at Bendy, who waved back.
"Wait!" Bendy said before he looked back at Stickler. "You said all he cherished. So how come I'm not-"
"Because," Stickler interjected before he held out the rule book. "In the event that The Devil can no longer fulfill his responsibilities, such as soul collecting, you, as sole heir to the throne, will have to step in and take his place as King of the Underworld."
"I have to what and what now?" Bendy asked in disbelief.
"This is just a precaution of course, the boss has already ventured to the surface world, but if The Devil doesn't collect a soul before the end of the business day, your reign and all the responsibilities that come with it will begin."
Bendy stood there, shocked.
"Psst, psst," came a voice up above.
Bendy glanced up and saw Henchman.
"Up the stairs," Henchman whispered.
The little devil nodded slightly, "Uh, hold that thought Stickly," he said before he ran away from the throne room and up the stairs to the surface world.
Back at the Cottage...
Kettle ran out with the keys to the truck. "Boys! I got the keys." He said...but he didn't see Cuphead or Mugman. "Boys?" he looked around. "Oh. Must've gotten a head start."
The old kettle ran to the truck, hopped on the driver's seat, started the engine, and backed up into the gate. "Oh, consarn it!" he shouted when he saw the broken wood around him. Kettle drove away in the truck.
The goat went to the gate with a hammer between his teeth and a paint bucket hanging off his tail.
Back in the forest...
The Devil got up and tried in vain to pry the briar vines around him. He fell to the ground and groaned.
Just then a cute bunny rabbit hopped close to The Devil's face.
The Devil chuckled nervously with a smile.
"A little help?" The Devil said.
The bunny opened its mouth and bit the big devil's red nose.
"Youch!" The Devil yelled. He jumped and the vine fell off his body. With tears of pain in his eyes, the big devil pulled the bunny off his and rubbed his nose.
"Come on, faster!" Came Cuphead's voice. "He's gaining on us!"
The Devil gasped happily and threw the bunny away. "That's the cup!" he said.
On the dirt road, Cuphead and Mugman were panting as they ran.
The Devil spotted them from behind a tree. He jumped onto the road.
"Ha!" The Devil exclaimed.
"Dad!" came Bendy's voice.
"Uh oh," The Devil said.
Bendy stuck his head out from behind a tree and glared at The Devil.
"Dad!" Bendy yelled.
"Son!" The Devil said. "I was—"
HONK HONK
The devils heard the horn but before they could react, The Devil was suddenly struck by Kettle's truck. The Devil flipped around in the air a few times before he landed face-first onto the ground.
A shocked Bendy took a step closer to his knocked-out father, "Dad...?" he breathlessly. Bendy suddenly fell to the ground and passed out.
Kettle slammed his foot on the break and used his rearview mirror to see the two devils on the ground.
"Uh-oh," Kettle said.
The goat had just finished painting the new board for the fence. He sat and admired his work.
Kettle suddenly crashed the truck right into the fence. He rushed over with a tarp and placed it behind the truck before he opened the trunk door.
The Devil and Bendy, still unconscious, rolled out of the trunk and onto the tarp.
Kettle pulled one end of the tarp and brought the two devils towards the cottage.
The goat sighed before he grabbed the hammer with his jaw to fix the fence, again.
A few minutes later...
Bendy woke up with a groan. He stared at the ceiling above him for a moment before turning his head. He slowly recognized the room as Elder Kettle's room. He was lying across the end of the bed.
"What happened?" Bendy wondered.
Bendy turned his head the other way and saw his dad lying on the bed too with his head on the pillow.
The little devil smiled for a second before he suddenly remembered the car crash. He gasped before quickly crawling to his dad's side. Fighting his dizziness, Bendy checked The Devil's pulse and breathing.
"Dad? Dad?" Bendy said softly as he shook The Devil's shoulder.
The Devil groaned softly.
Bendy sighed with relief before he smiled softly.
The big devil slowly opened his eyes and rubbed his head while his vision shifted back into focus.
"Hey Dad, you back with us?" Bendy said.
"Bendall?" The Devil asked. "What happened?"
"Well, there was a bit of an accident,"
The Devil looked at Bendy quizzically. "What kind of accident? And where are we?" he asked. He looked around and gasped when he spotted the picture frame next to them. The devil grabbed the frame and held it in front of him.
It was the mug shot of the Kettle family.
"Aw. The perfect family portrait," Bendy said.
"The cup! And the old man who hit me with his truck." The Devil said.
"It was an accident," Bendy said.
The Devil gasped, cupped his son's chin, and turned his head from side to side. "He didn't hit you too, did he?" he asked.
"No Dad, I'm fine," Bendy said.
The Devil sighed, "Thank hell's bells," he said before he gently scratched under Bendy's chin.
The little devil purred from the gesture.
"Yoo-hoo." Came Edler Kettle's voice.
The two devils froze upon hearing the kettle.
"Bendy, Are you and you lady cat friend awake yet?" Kettle asked.
"The old jasper thinks I'm a house cat." The Devil said.
Bendy snickered.
A bell sound dings in The Devil's head. 'Hm. This could work to my benefit.' He thought. 'I'll just lie in wait until that cup comes home, then when he least expects it, I'll snatch his soul. Yes!'
The Devil cackled fiendishly.
"Dad... what are you thinking?" Bendy asked, looking at his father suspiciously.
"Nothing," The Devil lied as he handed Bendy the picture.
"Here I come!" came Kettle's voice.
The Devil scrambled on the bed.
Kettle opened the door.
"Hi'ya, Elder Kettle." Bendy greeted.
"Hi'ya, Bendy, are you and the lady cat feeling alright?" Kettle asked.
"We're fine, but this is actually my da—" Bendy said before he looked back and saw his father standing on all fours.
"Meow," The Devil said.
"Your what?" Kettle asked Bendy.
"My da..." Bendy started as he looked at the big devil.
The Devil shot him a look that said, 'Just go with it,'
"...ad's sister," Bendy concluded.
"Oh, she's your aunt," Kettle said.
"Yes, this is my dad's sister, my aunt... Mildred."
The Devil gagged.
"Mildred, what a lovely name you have miss," Kettle said.
The Devil opened his mouth to speak but Bendy stopped him.
"She doesn't speak English, she's f... French." Bendy lied. "Visiting from... Strasbourg!"
"Oooh, a french lady. Oh la la," Kettle said. "It nice to meet you, Miss Mildred!" he shouted.
The Devil cleared his throat and muttered with a slightly higher voice. "Vieux fou,"
"What did she say?" Kettle asked.
"Uh, nothing important." Bendy said. "Mildred, qu'est-ce que vous faites?"
"Jouez le jeu, Bendall, et je vous expliquerai plus tard,"
Bendy gave a forced smile at Kettle. "She says don't shout and leave the translations to me, Bendy," he lied. "She also doesn't mind the nickname... Mrs. Meow Meow."
"Oh, alrighty then," Kettle said. The kettle sniffed the air. "Ooh! Does anyone else smell that? It's like fire and... brimstone."
"Oh, uh, I think that's my aunt, she probably hasn't bathed yet since getting here," Bendy said.
The Devil glared at Bendy.
"Well, I think we outta fix that right now," Kettle said.
The bathroom had pink-painted walls, a small sink, a brown dresser with soap bars and towels, a footstool, a toilet, and a bathtub filled with water and soap bubbles.
Bendy ran to the bathroom and jumped into the sink while Elder Kettle brought in The Devil who yowled and hissed and scratched the floor trying to escape the kettle's grasp.
"Now, now, Mrs. Meow Meow," Kettle said as he pulled The Devil closer to the bath. "We need to get you clean!"
Kettle threw The Devil into the tub.
The Devil gasped when he resurfaced from the water.
Kettle grabbed a scrub brush and proceeded to brush the big devil's back.
The Devil gasped in surprise before he started to enjoy the scrubbing.
"Ahh... Meow!" the big devil said.
"Your aunt is gonna smell like a petunia after this," Kettle said to Bendy, "You want a bath next?"
"No thanks, I can clean myself," Bendy said before he licked his wrist like a cat.
"Bendy, may I ask you a personal question?" Kettle asked.
"What about?"
"It's about your nose..."
Bendy's eyes shot open, he slowly turned his head to look into the mirror behind him and he realized he wasn't wearing his tail sock or had a kitten nose on his face... in front of Kettle! The little devil gasped and fell into the sink.
"I can explain!" Bendy shouted.
"There's no need," Kettle said as a lathered the scrub brush with a bar of soap. "I've known your secret for a while now."
Bendy and The Devil glanced at each other.
"But how?" Bendy asked. "Did Cuphead or Mugman tell you?"
"No. I figured it out for myself. I'm not that oblivious you know." Kettle said before he resumed scrubbing the big devil.
The Devil rolled his eyes.
"But how come you never said anything?" Bendy asked.
"Because I wanted to give you a chance to be comfortable with me about it," Kettle said. "But I just wanna say, it's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I've seen people with a lot less than you."
"Uh, a lot less of what?" Bendy asked.
"Your nose. I know you don't have one and I've known about the sock too." Kettle explained. "But it's okay. A cat without a nose isn't a bad thing at all."
Bendy and The Devil sighed, relieved that Kettle still thinks he's a cat.
"That's good to hear. I've always been self-conscious about it, and I didn't know how to tell you," Bendy said.
"That's okay," Kettle said.
A while later...
Kettle was sitting on his chair in the living room petting The Devil who was curled up on the Kettle's lap with a pink bow tied to his head. Bendy was lying on the couch, falling asleep to the soothing harp music playing on the radio.
Outside the window, the goat sadly watched the wholesome display inside the cottage. The poor goat felt left out, and it started to rain on him.
Another while later...
Bendy and Kettle were napping while The Devil was still on Kettle's lap and licked his wrist like a cat.
Just then the front door opened and Cuphead and Mugman stepped in.
"So I say, "You can take your nickel, and you can stick it right—" Cuphead said before he saw who was curled up on Kettle's lap.
The Devil opened his eyes and saw the cup brothers standing in the doorway, staring at him.
Cuphead and Mugman stared at The Devil before glancing at each other and then they both started laughing loudly while pointing at the big devil with tears showering out from their eyes.
The Devil shook with rage before he pounced towards the cups. He yowled like a cat and bared his sharp teeth.
Cuphead and Mugman managed to jump out of the way and ran around the cottage with The Devil chasing. The big devil bumped against a dresser and a lamp fell off.
SHATTER
This was enough to wake up Kettle and Bendy from their naps. Kettle saw what was happening and ran into the kitchen. Bendy gasped at what he saw.
The Devil cut curtains trying to catch the cups.
Kettle smacked The Devil with the broom. "Bad! Bad kitty!" he scolded.
The Devil hissed at Kettle like a feral feline before he resumed his chase for the cups.
Cuphead and Mugman were up against the wall when Bendy stepped in front of them and held out a ball of blue yarn.
The Devil yowled before he stopped at his son's feet and eyed the yarn ball. When Bendy dropped the ball, The Devil mewed and started playing with the yarn ball.
"Phew," Bendy said as he wiped his brow.
"Aw, ain't he cute?" Cuphead said.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The front door opened, and Chalice stuck her head in.
"Heya, fellas," Chalice said. "There's a double double feature playing at Inkwell Theater. You ding-dongs wanna go?"
"Hey, what do you know about that? Our lie came true." Cuphead said.
"Last one there buys the popcorn!" Chalice said before she left.
"Woo-hoo!" Cuphead exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Mugman exclaimed.
Cuphead grabbed Bendy's hand and led him to the door with Mugman but the little stopped them.
"I can't go," Bendy said. "I can't leave my dad here alone with Kettle."
"Oh yeah, and we can't leave them alone," Mugman said.
"Hey, Kettle, how about you come with us to the picture show?" Cuphead asked the kettle.
Kettle was in the middle of sweeping up the pieces of the broken lamp.
"No, no, you kids run along," Kettle said. "I've gotta stay here and deal with this naughty thing."
The Devil mewed as he played with the yarn ball.
Cuphead and Mugman shrugged before the mug left. Bendy took his hand back from Cuphead.
"You go, I gotta stay and help my dad with something," Bendy whispered.
"But we can hang out soon, right?" Cuphead asked in a whisper.
"We will, I promise," Bendy whispered and nuzzled Cuphead's cheek.
The cup blushed and nuzzled.
"C'mon Cuphead!" Mugman called out.
Cuphead stepped back and ran away after waving goodbye to the little devil who waved back before he closed the door.
"Now then, Miss Mildred," Kettle said sternly. "I don't care if you can't understand me, you're still in hot water."
"Meow?" The Devil replied in a soft voice as he stared up at the kettle.
"Oh! Who am I kidding? I can't stay mad at you, Mrs. Meow Meow." Kettle said with a smile. Then he started walking towards the kitchen. "Now, you just wait here. I'm going to whip up a special treat for you."
When Kettle stepped into the kitchen, Bendy walked up to his dad.
"Just know that I do what I'm about to do right now because I care about you," Bendy said before he slapped The Devil. "What is wrong with you!? Have you completely lost your mind or are you so deep into your method acting that you forgot yourself, again? What is the point of all this anyway?"
The Devil's lips trembled. "I don't even know anymore!" he wailed.
"Dad, Stickler said that if you don't get a soul before the end of the day, then I'll have to step in and take your place as The Devil."
"What!?" The Devil exclaimed.
"And he's even replaced the throne already."
"No... No way! Not while I'm still in charge!" The Devil said before he threw the yarn ball. He ripped off the pink bow from his head and threw it to the ground. "I'm still the Devil!" he yelled before he kicked the bow away. "I just need one soul."
"Then find one and quick," Bendy said.
They suddenly hear kitchenware clattering and Elder Kettle humming.
The Devil hummed.
"Oh no, not Kettle," Bendy protested.
"I need a soul and he's the only one left in this cottage with one." The Devil said. "I'm taking the old kettle's soul and nothing's going to change my mind."
"Oh, Mrs. Meow Meow," Kettle said as he stuck his head out of the kitchen. "I wuv you."
After saying that, Kettle went back into the kitchen.
The devils glanced at each other before the big devil pinched his brow and groaned.
"Fine." The Devil said before he walked to the door. "I'll get someone else's soul."
Bendy sighed with relief as he followed his dad.
The Devil opened the door and there stood Telephone wearing a hat and holding a briefcase.
"Oh, hello." Telephone said. "I'm selling brushes door-to-door. Interested?"
The devils glanced at each other, and the little devil nodded with approval.
"Go ahead Dad," Bendy said. "Don't you want to get this gentleman's 'brush'?" he asked with a devilish smile.
The Devil returned the smile. "Why yes. Yes, I do," he said before turning his attention to Telephone. "But before that, you strike me as a gambling man. How about a game of tic-tac-toe?" He led Telephone away from the cottage.
"Oh boy. Tic-tac-toe. Yay!" Telephone said.
"Sounds like fun," Bendy said. "You two go ahead and start playing, I'll catch up in a second." Bendy went back inside, grabbed a paper and pen, and wrote something on the paper. After a few seconds, he left the paper on Kettle's chair and ran out the door. "I call the winner next!"
Kettle walked out of the kitchen with a plate of pancakes with a fish on top.
"Madame Mildred," Kettle said. "Wait till you see what I made for... you?"
The kettle looked around but didn't see anyone. He dropped the plate and it shattered.
"Mildred Meow Meow? Bendy?" Kettle called out but there was no answer. He noticed the door was left open. Then he looked at his chair and spotted a piece of paper on it. Kettle picked up the note and read it.
"Dearest Elder Kettle, my time in your lovely cottage has been brief but pleasant but I cannot stay. You're a good man but my heart is back home in Strasburg and with my dear Mr. Meow Meow. I bid you a fond farewell... Signed, Mrs. Mildred. A.K.A. Mrs. Meow Meow,"
Kettle sighed with his head hung low. The letter fell out of his hand as he sat down on his chair.
"Now everyone's gone and left old Elder Kettle alone," Kettle said.
At that moment, a horned shadow loomed across the living room rug.
"Mrs. Meow Meow?" Kettle asked happily.
At the door stood the goat who bleated in response to Kettle's question.
A While Later...
In the Underworld, Stickler was waiting in the throne room with all The Devil's stuff floating in bubbles.
The Devil walked into the room with Telephone's soul in his hand and Bendy following behind him. Bendy was holding onto the end of his dad's tail.
"Here." The Devil said as he handed the soul to Stickler. "There's your soul. Happy now?"
"Quota satisfied." Stickler said.
The pink bubbles popped everywhere, releasing everything The Devil cherished. Including but not limited to his bed, his coffee mug, his paintings (which crashed on the floor), and his pitchfork.
Henchman, who was snoring away, woke up when the bubble popped. He exclaimed as he fell but The Devil caught him.
"Aw, thanks, boss," Henchman said.
"Did you get more donuts?" The Devil asked.
"Uh... I was in the bubble." Henchman answered.
The Devil dropped Henchman and the purple demon groaned after he landed. The big devil walked over the steps but stopped when he noticed the throne sitting there.
"Stickler! This was supposed to be a surprise for Bendall's next birthday!" The Devil yelled at the green demon.
Stickler walked away without a word.
"You made this for me?" Bendy asked as he walked closer to the throne.
"Yes, and I swear if Stickler wasn't wearing that stupid sweater, I'd—Mmph!" The Devil seethed before he sighed. "Well, as long as you've seen it already." The Devil said before he picked up the little devil and placed him sitting on the throne.
Bendy sat awkwardly for a second before getting into a more comfortable position. His left elbow was on the armrest, his tail hanging off the seat, his left foot over his right knee, and his head tilted on his left fist. Bendy smiled with satisfaction, he defiantly felt like he could rule on this throne.
"Feels good?" The Devil asked.
"Yeah, I like it," Bendy said. He spotted the pitchfork perched next to the throne and his hand reached for it... But The Devil caught it first.
"Ah ah ah, someday, but not today," The Devil said teasingly.
Bendy pouted but it quickly shifted into a smirk before he hopped off the throne.
"It's all yours, Big D," Bendy said before he walked towards Henchman.
The Devil slammed down the pitchfork and Bendy's throne was replaced by The Devil's red throne in a puff of smoke. The Devil sat on his throne and sighed.
"All right. You two, out." The Devil ordered. "I've got many important things to attend to."
"Henchman, I'm hungry. Make me food," Bendy said.
"Sure thing, Little Boss," Henchman said.
Henchman and Bendy left the throne room and The Devil was left alone. Once he was sure he was totally alone, The Devil pulled out a blue yarn ball and started playing with it while purring like a cat again.
Back at the Kettle Cottage...
Elder Kettle and the goat were listening to some easy music on the radio together.