Twist of Fate • BendyMouse

2 • New Form

   Mickey trudged through the leaves, good thoughts going through his head. Cold wind whistled around him, making his fur stand up on his neck, but that didn't change the fact he was made a new friend. Mickey walked up to the steps of his brothers mansion, grabbing the doorknob and opening, walking through with a swift motion. Warm air immediately had an effect on the mouse, who as he was slipping his coat off, heard a loud voice calling his name; Oswald.
"Mickey! Where were you?" He yelled, running down from the stairs up to Mickey, looking furious but also relieved.
"I was just in town! I think you're getting paranoid-" The mouse choked out, again feeling guilty about the not-too-small lie.
The rabbit cut his brother off, poking a finger in his direction. "I'm not paranoid! I just want to make sure you're okay, is all."
Mickey sighed, wondering why his brother was being so protective... it was probably the murders. Mickey ignored his brother ranting as he walked up the cold wooden stairs, leaving the angry rabbit behind. Mickey reached the guest room he was staying in, deciding he would have to leave for his home soon. He grabbed his clothes from the drawers, stuffing them neatly into the backpack he brought with him. The mouse huffed as he closed the overstuffed bag, slinging it over his shoulder after he slipped his light brown coat back on. Mickey walked downstairs, seeing Oswald glance at him from a paper filled desk he had by the stairs.
   "Hey... Ozzie I'm gonna go back to my house." Mickey's said with tiredness prevalent in his voice.
   The rabbit begrudgingly nodded, looking back down at his work with his ears dipped down. Mickey sighed and opened the door, crisp air hitting him once more. The mouse pulled his coat closer to his body, shuffling into his car. Slinging the bag into the passenger seat, along with his drawing supplies, he saw something slide out of one of his sketchbooks in his canvas bag. Curiosity taking hold, Mickey grabbed the slip of paper, holding it up to see an inked rose with a few black stains dotting the aged yellowed paper. The mouse ran his hand across the soft fibers, his hand landing on what looked to be a signature and it finally made sense. A black spot that was shaped like Bendy's head was used as a signature, with a small 'B' inside of it. Bendy made it for him. The mouse smiled to himself, still sitting in the cold car. A warm feeling spread through his limbs again, making him chuckle and slip the paper back into the sketchbook. Bendy must've slipped it into his bag when the mouse wasn't looking, but he wasn't complaining by any stretch of the imagination.

•-•-•

   The demon walked through the familiar halls, the rotting boards squeaking underneath his hooves. If only he could look better when Mickey came back tomorrow... Wait.
   An idea popped into Bendy's horned head. Shuffling to a stop he concentrated on more stressful things, like that wretched Sammy who was always running around screaming about the tall demon. Lucifer, how much he hated that man. Bendy began to drip, feeling stressed. He didn't sound very bad, but whenever the demon heard his name it made his skin crawl. Dark, viscous liquid pooled around his feet, which were actual boots now. The last of the ink dripped down, the demon was testing out his new features. He had eyes now, which made the demon so much happier that he could see better. Sure, it was a little harder to keep this form from dripping all over the place, but Bendy was so happy to show the mouse his new body, with real hands and a cute little tail, not the long sharp one he used to have. The now small demon ascended the hidden staircase, rounding a few corners to find the place he and Mickey were drawing. He smiled horn to horn at the drawing he saw on the cork board of him that Mickey drew, making a soft grey hue rise to his cheeks, which couldn't be seen before due to the dripping ink in his previous form.
Bendy shook the thoughts from his head and walked to his 'room', feeling tired. It wasn't even a room, really. It was just someone's old office with an ink stained hammock in the corner. It was the best thing the demon had to rest in for a good 40 or 50 years.
   He scrambled into the hammock, having a bit of a hard time in his new form, but it would be worth it once he got some rest.
The large hammock swayed back and forth as Bendy settled into it to sleep. It was a good day and he wondered if Mickey found the rose drawing, but he'd have to sleep to see what would become of his mouse friend in the morning. And with that last thought his eyelids fluttered, and the small demon fell to sleep with a flick of the tail.

•-•-•

   A sound echoed through the wooden studio, a door closing. It was creaky and rusty on it's hinges, as all the doors Bendy had know were.
   "Bendy! Where are you?" A familiar voice shouted sharply.
   Said demon's eyes opened quickly, as he was surprised by the sudden loud noise, even if it was his new friend. The demon hissed, baring his teeth and falling out of the hammock. A dull pain ebbed through Bendy's shoulder, making him jump up immediately from his scare. The thud from the demon falling from his trusty hammock was pretty loud, loud enough to get probable questions from the mouse.
   "Stupid, damn hammock..." muttered the demon crossly, rubbing his shoulder with his opposite hand balled into a fist.
   "Speak of the devil! Literally!" He heard Mickey add from behind him.
   Bendy chuckled, turning back to see Mickey standing not too far from the doorway holding his signature bag of art materials.
   "Hey Mick! I-" Bendy hissed, clearly flustered.
   "Wow... you look a lot different than the last time we met." Mickey said, walking back into the main room with the slightly taller demon.
   "Y-yeah I wanted to look nicer for you!" Bendy purred, grey blush dying down from his embarrassment. "This form makes me speak more clearly too, and it's easier for me to move around."
   Mickey agreed, walking over to the table to set his stuff down. He looked up at the cork board with random sketches of Bendy, and the one Mickey drew in the middle. The mouse smiled to himself, stirred from his thoughts by his demon friend speaking.

"Hey, Mickey, Can you dance?"