-Bendy's P.O.V.-
Don't most people have a mother or a father?
Well, I never did.
Maybe it was because I never was exactly living per se?
Welp, my point being is that my "life" started out quite complicated. I was born out of ink and a demon summoning.
I vaguely remember being a physical demon once upon a time, a demon that wasn't confined to the prison called ink. I was part of a demon that tempted man to hate. I believe the name I once went by was Soneillon.
Thanks to this Michaelis' guy writing a book or whatever, a part of this Soneillon's soul was able to be broken off of him, summoned forth and locked into an inky prison.
In other words, I am a very small piece of a powerful demon's soul which in turn had come to life, creating a whole new life of my own with only vivid memories of the souls past. Pretty fucked up, huh?
See, I told you my life start was complicated.
You know, on another note, I still remember the feeling of being broken off from my old soul. It was so so painful. Then, before I was even able to register or name the pain that I was experiencing, I was just covered in blackness. Inky and wet blackness. My mind, my body, that chunk of soul was just covered as it transformed into something else entirely...
..........
-Day 1-
"He's coming to! Sammy, grab the rope!"
Black dotted my vision as I had attempted to rub my eyes back into focus. Finally, after a few blinks and a dozen of so more of a back and forth rub to my eyes, the blackness had went away from my vision. When I looked around, I was met with the gazes of two men.
One man had piercing silver eyes that seemed to have more sclera than iris. He had a large nose and a thin mustache along with crew cut brown hair. Small wrinkles adjourned his forehead as his thin eyebrows seemed to raise even higher at my stare. He looked to be in his mid to late 20's for the most part, if only it weren't for those wrinkles.
The other man had just come into my line of sight. In his hands, he had a spool of rope.
This man, or rather, this boy had large and round bright blue eyes that seemed to widen even further at the sight of me. He looked much younger than the other man, as his face still had some baby chub. He had shaggy and unkept golden blonde hair and pale skin that was dotted with freckles.
Both men were quiet as they just stared at me, so in return, I decided to stare back. I didn't really have anything going through my mind. After all, at that time, I was nothing more than just a blank slate. I thought that mimicking their actions seemed like the most sensible thing to do. So, I did just that, for what felt like hours.
In reality though, it was probably just a few minutes.
The silence seemed to make the two men's faces scrunch up, like they ate something sour. They seemed uncomfortable and I really couldn't understand why.
The silver eyed mans expression loosened first as a weird breath escaped his lips, almost like he was breathing in reverse. I later learned that what the man did was in fact called a sigh.
Finally, the said man spoke.
"You... What is your name?" The man questioned, and the question made me think.
I felt like I had a name, at least I felt like I should have a name, but nothing was there. Just a small tingle of sadism and sociopathic tendencies, but nothing more. I decided it best to tell the man the truth about my name, despite not knowing his intentions.
"Quia non habent nomen." I spoke clearly and decisively. However, this just made their faces scrunch up even further, the blondes eyebrows arched upward while the silver eyed mans were arched downwards as a frown tugged at his lips. I didn't understand why they looked so displeased, so I decided to ask.
"Quid enim mali est apud facies tua?" This just seemed to make them look even more upset as the silver eyed man shook his head back and forth.
"Seems like the summoning didn't work. We'll have to try again another time. For now just tie up the thing." The silver eyed man told the blonde hair blue eyed boy.
The blonde nodded his head then approached me. Before I knew it, my body was tied together with this material called rope and the both of them had left me in a dark room.
Once they were both gone, I attempted to stand up and move around, but every time I did, I just fell back down. It seemed like something was holding me back, keeping me locked in a circle of misery and confusion.
It was due to my strange imprisonment that I could feel my mind wander as I began to wonder.
I wondered about why I couldn't remember anything, why the men looked so displeased at me. I wondered about myself; my name, my age. Then I wondered about the more complex things, like the fact that neither of them seemed to understand me.
If they couldn't understand me, then how was I supposed to communicate? I decided that if I want information, then I needed to learn how to talk the way that they do.
-Day 6-
In the past six days, I had learned two things:
One is that the reason why I could only move in a circle is because I am trapped in something called a summoning circle!
Second is that I had learned the men's language. In fact, I could speak it perfectly!
That's why I couldn't understand why they looked so startled. I mean, shouldn't they look different? Why are their faces still the same?
Like always, I decided to voice my confusion.
"Why do you both look scared?" I asked, and from my words alone, the blond practically threw up his arms as the tray of food that they had for me went flying into the air, off into the farthest back corner of the room. The boy was shaking as he ran out of the room. However, the silver eyed man who I learned through their interactions was named Mr. Drew, he just stood there and stared at me, his arms crossed as he did so.
"We're scared because you're unnatural." Mr. Drew explained to me, causing my eyes to widen to unbelievable lengths.
"B-but i'm just like you guys!" I stumbled out with a forced smile, but this only made Mr. Drew shake his head back and forth.
"You aren't like us." Mr. Drew said, his cold silver eyes now staring into my pie-cut own. "Unlike you, we have a soul. You... You're nothing more than a monster."
Mr. Drew closed the door on me yet again, turning the lights off as I now laid in the dark of the room in the center of my circle.
-Day 11-
I had decided to prove Mr. Drew and Sammy wrong. I wanted to show them that I was just like them! In the five days since my conversation with Mr. Drew, the blonde boy named Sammy Lawrence had begun warming up to me! Now whenever he brought food, he would also bring me comic books! Imagine my shock when I realised that I was in fact IN the comic book!
"Bendy?" I asked with a quizzical expression, making Sammy laugh in response as he held the comic out closer to my face.
"Yup! You're Bendy the Dancin' Demon!" He exclaimed cheerfully, only for his expression to twist into a frown. "Well... At least you were supposed to be..." He expressed solemnly, his grip loosening as the comic slid into my circle.
I picked up the comic then began to look at it. Yesterday, Mr. Drew had decided to untie me, so now I can hold things! It was so interesting to be able to grasp things with my hands!
My tail swayed back and forth as I examined the book, completely ignoring the crestfallen boy in front of me. It was only after I looked through a few pages that I decided to voice concern to the boys expression.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, making him only sigh in response as he shook his downcasted head back and forth, hands hanging in-between his crossed legs.
"Well it's just that... You're supposed to be just like Bendy, and... You're not."
I cocked my head to my right shoulder.
"Like Bendy from the comics?" I asked, making the boy nod his head once as he spoke. "Yeah. That's why Mr. Drew is gonna be getting rid of you in 20 days from now. A reverse ritual or something."
My eyes literally shout out of my head. Up till now, I knew Mr. Drew disliked me, but I never thought that he'd hate me to the point of wanting to get rid of me! I wasn't sure how I should feel, so I decided to feel nothing. Nothing was easiest to do, not to mention, feeling nothing allowed me to think more concisely.
And people think its strange to be able to turn off your emotions. Clearly, they just don't know how useful the skill actually is.
With my emotions off, my thoughts became clearer. If I wish to stay, if I wish to survive, then obviously I need to please Mr. Drew.
I waved goodbye to Sammy as he walked out of my room. Conveniently enough, it seems that the child had forgotten to get the comic book back from me. Looks like it's time to study...
-Day 30-
"Hey'a Joey!" I exclaimed with as much enthusiasm as possible. Mr. Drew, who I had learned that his full name is in fact Joey Drew, seemed fairly surprised by my change of attitude.
"How ya' doin' this fine mornin'?" I asked as I made a literal hat of ink pop out from nowhere onto my head, only to use it to take off in greeting, then making the hat disappear right afterwards. Joey's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he stood there, his jaw agape.
"W-wha...? H... How...?"
As Joey continued to stumble, Sammy had conveniently popped up. He is the most gullible after all, therefore he'll automatically believe that i'm truly Bendy. Maybe then he could help me in convincing ol' Mr. Drew that I am in fact his little Devil Darlin'.
With Sammy's eyes on me, I did the exact same skit of greeting, making him drop my tray of food straight to the ground. His eyes now as wide as Joey's, Sammy looked over at him, and as sure as shit...
"Joey! I-it's Bendy!"
.........
After that, Joey and Sammy left my room. However, unlike usual, Joey had decided to come back hours later.
"You..." Joey muttered under his breath. I looked up at him with a cocky grin on my face, in attempt to imitate Bendy as much as possible.
"You're not Bendy. You're just acting like him." Joey continued with a statement of the obvious as I began to sway by spade tipped tail back and forth in entertainment.
He was right. I really am not Bendy. However, I do desire to become him. Because if i'm Bendy, then I get to live.
I decided to act oblivious.
"Joey, I have NOOOO idea what you're talking about. Did you take your medication yet?"
"You must think i'm a fucking idiot, huh..."
I nodded my head up and down in response, but sadly Joey didn't look up in time to see it. However, when he did look up at me, I could only see the whites of his eyes and a sliver of silver glaring straight into my soulless form.
"Bendy doesn't have a tail."
My tail stopped swaying as we both just looked at each other, for once my smile gone. After a few seconds passed (which what felt like an eternity), Joey cracked a smile. An actual smile as he spoke.
"Who's the fucking idiot now?"