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Chapter 4

Bendy's POV

"Dude, I met 'The' Felix!" I exclaim, barley able to keep my excitement in. "He said he's gonna write a new book soon! Can't wait!" I rest my head on my hand.

"Looks like we both met our idols! This seems like a great day!" Boris says, winking.

Strangely, a weird feeling runs through me. My mind tells me to get away as far as I can, but I stay put. Suddenly, the restaurant door slams open. We both turn our direction the door and at the door is Cuphead!

Damnit! I should have listened to myself!

"M-Mister? Is your brother ok?" Boris asks concerned.

My mind imeadently panics. "Boris, no! We need to get out of here!" I whisper.

Boris looks at me. "But what about Miss. (Y/N)?" He asks.

My heart races. "(Y/N) is coming with us?!"

Cuphead powers up his finger, with a light blue glow.

"Come on Boris! We'll look for her later." I say, dragging him.

Cuphead shoots at us. We make a run for it. Yelling we manage to get away but he is right behind us, cackling madly.

"There's no need to hide you guys.~" He sings. I just wanna fucking KILL ya that's all! And I'm gonna ENJOY it!"

His eyes start to glow a dangerous dark red. "I'LL FIND YOU! I'LL ALWAYS DO! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER REST! NEVER!!!" He laughs.

Without warning, tears start falling down his face. " N. .Nev. . . .er. . ." Cuphead falls to his knees.

"A-Alright Mugs let's split up. Y-You l-look over t-the r-right." He says growing insane. "N-N... No! My right you i-idiot!

My heart falls in fear thinking if this is going to be me if Boris dies. "YAY, TEAMWORK!!!" He laughs insanely.

Boris looks at him in complete fear. I want to shield his eyes but what's the point. He has to face reality. Boris' weight lifts off me rapidly.

"I know what you're thinking bro, but I'm not going to let you take such a risk!" I say, pushing him aside. "I'll check on him myself!"

Boris looks at me with worried eyes. "T-Thanks. Be careful though."

I peek my head around the corner. Cuphead is still there, crying for his brother. In his lap, lays his hand, but it starts to glow again. He lifts his finger to his head. I imeadently run to him.

"WHAT the hell do you think you're doing? Are you MAD!?" I yell at him, grabbing his wrist.

"W-Who am I kidding? I'm the o-one who killed him. I'm the one who needs to die!" He trembles.

My anger turns to sadness. I sigh, with my words on my tongue.

"You know well that was an accident!" I say to him.

"My fault or not. . . an accident or not. . .why would any of this matter it's all over! It's either both of us or nothing. . ." He relaxes.

Cup falls onto my chest. "I just wish I could've told him that I loved him." He cries again.

I wrap my arms around his head.

I don't even want to imagine what he's going through. . . A world without Boris. . .I cant live in a world like that.

Cup falls from my chest and into my arms. Eyes closed.

"Umm y-you ok?" I ask.

He doesn't answer. My throat goes dry, until I see his chest slowly rising and falling.

He's still breathing! I really thought he died for a second there.

I look at Cup's face. Dark purple bags outline under his eyes

"Seems like he didn't get any sleep ever since the incident. . ."

Boris comes up next to me. "Bendy is he alr-?"

I pick up Cup, sliding my arms under his legs and neck.

"Yeah, just sleeping! Let's just find a comfortable safe place so we can leave him there. . . and then we'll be on our way."

"Wait, we're leaving him?" Boris asks, with a hint of worry in his voice.

I look at him, furrowing my eyes. "Umm, duh! Why? You had another thing in mind?" I say, with an attitude.

"We won't always be there for him and its true, he might kill himself again." I sigh. "So. . .if that's how it's gonna be-."

"Wha-!"

"I'm sorry Boris there's no hope for him." I say, cutting him off.

"But, Bendy!" Boris whines.

"Oh, don't start that shit with me now! Sure, he might seem harmless no but who knows when he might snap on us again." I get furious with Boris.

"Bendy just look at him." Boris says.

I turn my head to Cuphead. Tears still in his eyes. I groan at how Boris has got me to look at him.

"Please. . . don't make it more difficult for us Boris. I'm just trying to do what's best for us."

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I hand the nurse a couple of bucks. "Here, ya go miss and please don't tell him about us when he wakes up." I tell her.

"Umm. . .ok." She says, confused.

We walk out of the hospital, completely exhausted. I stuff my hand in my pockets and walk away.

Why did Boris get me to do this?