Morning sun streamed through the windows. The ink demon blinked, and tried to move, but Boris was curled next to him, an eased expression on his face. The demon bent over kiss him on the head, and then moved to get up. The wolf rolled over with an inaudible mumble.

First, Bendy stretched, limbs popping, eyes still sore from the dancing black and white cartoons he had stayed up to watch. He sipped his coffee absentmindedly, and lifted his head.

¨Bendy?¨

The demon stepped over to him, and sat on a stool. His left eye was showing, and it sparked with a burning curiosity.

¨They... Well, they'll be here soon.¨ His voice was quiet. ¨If you want, I can make breakfast...¨

The demon smiled thinly. He shook his head, and stood up off the chair. Amazingly, he had not dripped any ink on the fake leather seat. Bendy stepped forward back towards the couch, and sat beside him. He watched his brother sadly. Should I wake him? He thought. He lightly shook his shoulder, but the wolf continued his quiet snore. The demon sighed, and gave up. He'll wake when he's ready, the demon thought.

The rabbit's phone buzzed, and he quickly answered it.

¨Mickey?¨ he said in furious disbelief. The mouse had a warning-

¨They're coming. And theyŕe not planning on being friendly.¨ he hung up on his brother, and the rabbit flinched as Bendy tensed. They're coming... he felt fear bubble up inside his chest. He turned to shake the wolf when a screeching of tires burned outside. Boris, he urged silently. Get up!

The wolf jumped up with a bark as the door was knocked upon thrice. ¨Bendy?¨

The demon knew who was outside the door, and the wolf seemed to know it, too. ¨Bendy?¨ he said again, on the edge to crying.

Bendy held his composure and hugged his brother. The wolf was wide-eyed and alert as Oswald nervously answered the door.

"Hello?"

"Where is it?" The man was all business.

Bendy felt eyes bear into him as several toons streamed through the door. He flinched, and his grip on Boris tightened.

"Bendy..." Boris whined. He released him, and stepped forward. Then, quick as a flash, a toon lunged and jammed a needle into his neck.

The demon hissed, the injection tugging his lids down, forcing his heart to quicken for a whole second. He knew it then, that he was drugged. He stepped forward, only to stumble into waiting hands.

"There there, big fella," one said. "Don't fight it. Just go to sleep."

The demon felt his limbs relax against his will, and his head drooped to the floor. He couldn't fight, even though he had to for Boris...

Hands pulled him under the armpits, and his eyes opened to see Boris crying, shouldered back, eyes full of anger and fear towards the Council's Helpers. "Bendy! Please, let him go!"

And then, the drugs won as he passed under, submitting to the blackness.

"Bendy!" Boris shoved through the guard and cupped Bendy's face in his hands. "No, please! Don't take him!" he pleaded, eyes gushing tears. They shoved him away.

The man ignored the wolf, and one tipped a hat to the rabbit. They dragged the demon into the armored car, and threw him into the cage.

"That's a big one," one mumbled. "And a bit scarier than most," he added.

"Oh shut up," a female sighed. "Sit in there, and be professional!"

Boris stayed at the door, shaking in tears.

"No..." he was pat on the back by the rabbit. "Bendy."

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A male toon with a humanoid face and a potbelly obvious under his suit watched the demon. It's chest rose softly, only to fall in even breaths through the caged box.

The female with fox ears and wide hips sat on the crates, glancing at her nails. The man broke the silence.

"Bendy."

She glanced up, uninterested. "Excuse me?"

"His name- that wolf toon called him 'Bendy'."

She glanced at him. "It doesn't understand names, sweetie. Deformed toons are messed up in the head," she tapped her skull. "Hell, you should be with 'em, the way you act."

He feigned hurt. "Awe, Shelly, don't say that!"

She scoffed and then her attention returned to her nails.

The male toon noticed the bandages on Bendy's back. "Hey, look at that..." he leaned down to get a closer look. "He's hurt."

She sighed. "Must've hurt itself, then.""

"Or... Someone hurt him."

She feigned horror. "Oh God, not another theory!"

The man chuckled. "Think 'bout it, Shelly! For all we know, he could've been attacked!"

"And... I should care why?"

The man's smile faltered. "Hey, he moved."

Her eyes narrowed. "Those drugs should've lasted longer..."

Bendy's eyes felt as though they were glued shut as he forced them open. "Ngh..." he was facing the wall. He let out a whimper, and shivered. The car was cold, and as soon as he glanced at the bars his throat tightened, his breath hitched. The bars sickened him. He was no animal. But, as far as these toons were concerned, he was.

A fox lady and humanoid toon man watched him curiously, most likely for his motives.

The demon's gut rolled as the car jerked to a stop. He tasted bile in his throat, and he somehow kept it down.

The back doors of the truck opened wide, and a curse rang out. "It's awake."

Bendy's eyes narrowed. Like Mickey, they referred to him as an it. A growl bore in his throat as the toons held a collar and chain, as if he was a bulldog needed to be penned outside.

"Come on out, big fella," the human man opened his door. Bendy had to duck down in order to get through the door. The man placed a hand to his chest to pin him against the wall, and clasped the collar around his neck.

"It's actually not trying to claw my eyes out," the man muttered. Bendy sighed as the man held the length of chain and pulled him onto the ground. His throat gurgled as he followed, on his weak knees. The building was large, but no windows adorned its structure.

It was a slab of one story, pressed upon the outskirts of Toonland. He pressed on, head ducked down to his feet. He didn't have to glance behind to know there were toons behind him holding sticks. No, he could tell they were expecting entertainment. How sickening, he thought. He would not give them it, that was for sure. So he trudged along, and finally they stopped at a grey metal room, with a large window in front. All of the others were empty.

He was thrown inside, and the collar was removed quickly as they closed the door, watching from the other side. Few dispersed though, as if this was normal to see.

Bendy shakily looked around the room. He could see the the toons through the thickly paned glass, and he had to still his pounding heartbeats to a slower pace.

He swept around the room as something to do, and then sat down, face in his hands. He dipped his pointer finger into his mouth and absentmindedly began drawing curvy lines.

Shelly shook her head in a amusement. "It likes to draw, I guess. " She picked up a small microphone. "Hey. Can you draw a circle?" Bendy flinched at the loud sound, but obliged.

"Huh," Shelly mused at the sight of Bendy drawing a near perfect one. "It understood it." She turned the mic off. He was now writing words, a smile playing at his lips.

I understand more than you think, Lady.

Her face was painted red. She quietly turned the microphone back on. "Oh, really?"

The demon chuckled, but wrote no more words. He loved to see the suspense on their faces...

But what they did back was worse.

Two toons with batons stepped in, and his smile faltered. One swung at him, but he quickly sidestepped, as if in dance. He dug his clawed tips into the wall, and shredded a piece of metal finely like a fork in jello. He held it in both hands, knocking them back. Another toon ran in, and shot a dart into his shoulder, a look of fear on his face.

Bendy gagged, as the metal strip fell from his hands. One swung their baton into his cheek, and he spat out inky blood, falling to the floor, holding his cheek with tender hands. They left him, and the microphone flickered back on.

"I hope you enjoyed that game, because that is the last one you will ever play." her tone was back to normal, business like as always. The demon withdrew his hands to see the blood on them. He began to sweat; those batons were painful enough, but that dart... He ripped it out of his skin, stifling the urge to scream. Ink poured fresh from the wounds, and he could only rock back and forth to wear out the adrenaline and pain. The dart clattered to the floor, and he choked on a breath. Pain.

The demon hissed, leaning his back against the floor, and curled up. For once, he didn't mind the looks the toons were giving him.

No; he did not mind at all.

His body scrunched closer to his knees.

God, I miss him already.

I miss him... And he misses me. His breath softened as the crowd around him dispersed.

Just me and myself...

His heart throbbed.

Caged.

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To be Continued!

Edited: 8/18/19

For: A few errors.