Twist of Fate • BendyMouse

3 • Dance

"What?" The mouse squeaked, realizing what the demon had asked. "Well, I'm not that good at dancing..."
   Bendy smiled mischievously, taking Mickey's hand.
   "Come on! I can show you, after all, they don't call me the Dancing Demon for nothing." He purred, backing into the middle of the wooden floor, holding the mouse's hand.
   Before Mickey could protest, the taller toon was already holding him, and dancing with him. Bendy's steady hands were placed on Mickey's waist, and the mouse threw his arms behind Bendy's head, where his neck would be. They were doing the classic ballroom style dance. The mouse smiled, leaning forward closer to Bendy, but the demon parted from him with only their hands connected, spinning him gently. Mickey was surprised, but caught on quickly, settling back into the normal position.
   There wasn't any music playing, but the demon was still in bliss, holding his mouse friend in his arms. "Hey, you're a natural!" The demon muttered to Mickey, their foreheads almost touching.
   Both toons felt a warmth rising on their cheeks, but neither noticed as their eyes were closed; well, they themselves notice, but kept it secret.
   "Heh, thanks Bendy." Responsed the mouse quietly, swaying with the demon's thin body.
   After seeing Bendy's new form, there were certain things the observant mouse had noticed; Bendy had some dang hips, especially for a guy it was impressive. If you asked if the mouse thought Bendy was attractive, he would swear left and right he wasn't attracted to men, but after visiting Bendy he could've secretly changed his own mind, even if he himself didn't know it yet.
Bendy moved side to side quicker, turning as they went like graceful swans dancing on a crystal green lake. Mickey chuckled as he was basically dragged around, almost unable to keep up with the demon's fancy-footwork. Mickey surely wasn't good at dancing. He didn't have the reflexes, and that little chub he had didn't help either and left him breathing harder to pick up the pace. Bendy took hold on the small of Mickey's back, dipping him down and back up again, dreamily looking into his eyes. The mouse squeaked, clenching the demon's shoulder so he wouldn't fall. Bendy snickered, stopping their graceful dance.
"How was that?" Bendy asked, keeping down a laugh.
The mouse glared at him playfully, breathing heavily and having to sit down. "I don't know how you can dance like that!" Mickey huffed.
The demon snickered sitting down on the chair across from Mickey, sliding out one of the mouse's sketchbooks. He flipped to the front page and smiled at the rose picture he had drawn. Mickey kept it.
"Bendy?"
The demon looked up at the mouse, hesitating. "I just thought you wanted something in return for the picture you drew for me." He responded with a flick of the tail towards the cork board. Those may have not been the demon's true intentions for the drawing; it was more like a gift really than a trade off to him.
Mickey searched the demon's pie-cut eyes, finding a myriad of emotions he couldn't recognize. Mickey shook off his thoughts, taking his sketchbook from Bendy's outstretched arms.
"Hold on!" Bendy said suddenly, startling the mouse mildly.
Before Mickey could say anything, he ran off to a room which he hadn't visited before. The mouse chuckled and sighed, opening to a clean piece of paper. Mickey's ears flicked, a rustling and the sound of something falling over coming from Bendy's general direction. He cocked his head to the side like a dog, before Bendy came running out with a sketchbook and various materials.
"Sorry, had to get my stuff. I got pencils and pens, and ink if you need some."
Now Mickey was curious. Ink? Did he still use inkwells for drawing?
"Do you still use inkwells and dip pens?" Mickey said, wonder prevalent in his voice.
Bendy scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Of course I do! What else would I use for inking?"
"Well what about normal pens? Like felt tip pens or something?" Squeaked the mouse, almost laughing at this point.
"What- tip pens?" Said the demon, making Mickey laugh so hard tears came to his eyes.
They spent the rest of the day, Bendy marveling over the weird pens that had 'ink built in'. They drew for the remainder of Mickey's time at the studio, the mouse leaving Bendy with one of his micron pens to experiment.

•-•-•

   The mouse opened his door, the night sky sparkling with stars being unveiled as more and more toon's lights flicked off. A cool breeze ruffled the mouse's fur as he brought a trash bag full of garbage to the large bin on the curb. His feet felt cold even though they had a thick pair of socks on. Mickey threw the garbage into the larger bin to be taken away to the dump the next day, yawning as he started to walk back to the house.
CRASH!
The mouse whirled around, this time in fear. It was dark, and the sound had taken him by surprise. Even worse, his porch light wasn't on, making it hard to see through the inky darkness. Mickey muttered something unintelligible, staring towards the tree where something- something looked like it was moving. Something was moving. Frightened now, he saw the figure getting closer. It looked to be hunched over slightly, about 6 feet tall with a lean but muscular build. The mouse couldn't make out many features, but he could tell it wasn't something good.
Mickey watched the creature as it slinked behind a tree in his next door neighbor's yard to the right of him. Mickey could tell it was watching him. There wasn't anybody else outside at this hour. The mouse gulped, turning slowly to sprint to his door. Before he knew it his legs were carrying him wildly to the door, but it was too dark. He heard heavy breathing and thumping footfalls behind him. Mickey was almost safe, but he had slipped on the steps up to his door, and fallen.
   Mickey hissed, turning over to hold his aching ankle, but his hands met something cold and drippy; ink. He looked up to see the creature's piercing eyes, and heavy breath coming from its agape, toothy mouth. But just them Mickey realized something. It was Bendy. The dripping ink, lean build, tall stature. It was Bendy, inches away from clawing his throat out from what the mouse presumed.