"What do you mean?" Oswald's voice was soft. 

Bendy shook his head, eyes dark pools of ink. Instinctively, his fingers raised to his eyes as he turned his own head away, a tiny smirk upon his lips. He was back to his depressive mood. He shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. I'm not alone."

Oswald gently tugged Bendy's face towards him. Sincerity was spread upon his face.

"I needed to help my brother. You understand, right? I'm glad you helped. It was so nice of you, but... I don't know... That was amazing. It's like you read his mind."

Bendy's face slackened, ink spilling from his eyes. They were not tears, but his emotions pulling away from him. 

"Woah!" Oswald hopped up from the bench in a flash. "Your... Your eyes..."

Bendy blinked, and caught the last drop in the palm of his hands. "It's hard being like this... So... Free." 

Oswald thought, Small talk. Alright...

"It's a mix of colors and life. Whereas the life I was used to had been nothing but an inked on page, a never ending story... Now my life has what I believe is meaning."

Oswald nodded along, thinking. Thinking yet saying nothing.

Bendy smiled to himself. "I personally like Mickey. Too much. He's so likable."

Oswald chuckled. "I know. I'm surprised he doesn't have anyone loving him."

Bendy's head shot up. "What?"

Oswald nodded. "Yeah. Minnie and him are only really 'together' in the shows."

Bendy's heart pounded. In a strained voice he said, "That's... Funny."

Oswald switched the topic. "So, about earlier-"

"No. I must have sensed his pain. I'm a demon. That's all. You know that now." This was not all true. It was because of his forming link that he could sense Mickey's emotions. His being a demon was, of course, true. And yet...

"Oh. Well, does your eyes-?"

"They're fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine." His voice nearly cracked. Oswald did not notice it, though. He just stood up and breathed in the fresh air. 

"Well. I'm goin' inside. Want to come?"

"I..." Bendy rubbed his wrist, feeling a jab of prickling thorns. Oswald raised his brow and beckoned for his arm. 

"N-no-" Bendy murmured, embarrassed. Oswald grabbed it, forcing Bendy to stiffen and let out a gutted growl-like wince. His eyes squinted shut, feeling a haze of something crack.

CRƯN͡C̕H.

"AGH!"Bendy yelped, tumbling over the side of the bench, crying and in pain. 

He blanked out once more. 

And then- 

The void. 

Not a dream.

Not a vision.

But something entirely new.

A White Out of ink. 

An Black Out of white. 

And now-

Faded noises. 

As we cut to black.

And we cut to white.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

And it never really will.

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