Twist of Fate • BendyMouse

5 • Why?

   "Bendy?!" Mickey whisper-yelled, glancing back to make sure Oswald wasn't peering in.
   Bendy was just as in shock as Mickey was. His eyes widened as he pushed himself off the top of the closed toilet.
   "What the hell are you doing here?" Bendy whispered, using his height as an advantage.
   Mickey glanced at the wound, half feeling pity and half feeling angry from when he ran away from him. "Oswald is my brother-"
   Bendy's expression turned blank, eyes cold as black stones. "We have to get out of here."
Bendy started to walk out of the room, but he stopped as Oswald rounded the corner.
"Oh, the bleeding looks like it's slowed down." Oswald said, but the mouse could hear a trace of nervousness in his voice.
"Bendy just told me a little about what happened. He said he got mugged. The attacker cut him when he tried to run." Mickey quickly said before Bendy could do anything.
Oswald looked for a second too long, observing each toon's face to look for any emotions. Good thing he didn't know Bendy well enough to see that small bit of anxiety about his face.
"Well, alright. Mickey if you want you can take em' home."
Both toons have a mental sigh of relief, saying their goodbyes to pack into the car. Bendy didn't take the gauze or the alcohol though. The alcohol would just make it worse since he was literally ink. Bendy got into his car, seeing a piece of paper poking out of the glove compartment. There was ink on the corner. His chest immediately swelled.
He took it out, showing it to Mickey when they stopped at his house.
"You... kept this?" Bendy muttered, not making eye contact.
Mickey hesitated, lookin form the paper to Bendy with a small pink blush on his cheeks. "Yea. It's really pretty."
Bendy traces his fingers around the petals of the rose drawing, making him smile and blush as well. The demon tried to lean of Mickey's shoulder, but he quickly opened the door, saying it was getting late. He probably came off as rude, but Mickey didn't want to lead Bendy on. He wasn't gay. Maybe bisexual, but that was very unlikely. He had dated a lot of women, maybe a few 'they's' here and there, but he knew he didn't like guys. Well... he hadn't actually tried dating one.
   Mickey shook those conflicting thoughts away, entering the house with the demon in tow. Bendy don't even know what hit him before and orange-yellow blur bowled into him.
   "Pluto! Down!" Mickey yelled, half laughing.
   "Ahh! Gross..." The demon mumbled. He jumped up to push Pluto off of him, flicking off some dog slobber in the process.
   Mickey finished laughing. They both walked to Mickey's room, Bendy staring at everything in child-like wonder.
   "You have a real bed?" Bendy said with a long smile, jumping on.
   "Yea, but I don't have a guest bedroom so one of us will have to sleep on the couch."
    Bendy pouted. "Why can't we just share the bed?"
   Mickey froze, blushing and turning to grab some sheets and a pillow. His eyelids lowered as he heard Bendy get up.
   "Mickey... you've been acting really weird about this." Bendy said, grabbing Mickey by the shoulders and turning him around gently.
   Mickey stared at the wall behind Bendy, but a hand pushed his face up to make him look at the demon. Those piercing eyes, dark but somehow warm, sent a chill up his spine. It made him uncertain, not experiencing  something like this before.
   "I'm not gay..." Mickey whispered, almost pleading. But he still sounded not entirely sure about it himself. His hand reached up, cupping his around Bendy's on his face.
   The demon's eyes lowered as he got slightly closer down to Mickey's level, gazing into his soul. "Why don't you just try? I don't bite."
   Mickey blushed even harder. Try? He hadn't tried something like this before... he even had to keep this a secret. It would be too hard. But, the mouse couldn't resist that piercing gaze and those wanting lips.
   Mickey didn't respond, his eyes wandering down to the demon's soft looking lips. Bendy noticed and took an audible breath of air before leaning forward to gently press their lips together. The kiss was simple, and only lasted a few seconds, but it was filled with compassion. Warmth flooded to their cheeks, Mickey reaching down to hold Bendy's slim hips. The demon's lips tasted of fire, and a sweet taste he couldn't put his finger on. Bendy's hands slipped from Mickey's cheeks before he disconnected, reaching behind Mickey to grab a pillow and a blanket. He walked down the hallway, flicking his tail just to tease the mouse.
   "Think about it." He added cooly before disappearing down the hall to the living room.
   Had that really just happened? Did he really just kiss that demon? A hot demon- Wait. No. He was trying to block these thoughts. He wasn't gay. The mouse pulled on some sweatpants without a shirt.

Why don't you just try?

   The demon's words echoed in his head while he tried to drift off to sleep. But, the fateful kiss also kept replaying. Maybe... maybe he was bisexual. Maybe.

Maybe

•-•-•

The hallways never ended.
Souls screamed in silent protests against those wooden boards.
Those boards.
Repetition played on and on in a single endless cycle of creaks.

It was lonely.
Lonely and cold.
The dark consumed limbs; tendrils reaching out to our crying eyes.

Until, alone we stood. Alone we stood in the dark ink. Our demise played out, clear, in-front of us, like a deck of cards.

Oh how stupid we were to have ventured back into that wretched abyss.
An abyss of chilly darkness, only lit by candles, but soon the shadows from those candles stretched into mindless machinations that were real. And we couldn't tell what was real, and what wasn't anymore.

And those candles were extinguished,
Their flickering flames just once more part of the machine.

Soon, we heard wails of the damned getting louder until we realized they were not in fact the damned; but old friends turned corrupt.

They found us.