Sammy ushered Bendy past his cage and towards an office with a table stacked with papers. 

"The Lighter Side of Hell" Was placed in a frame above the door. This was Sammy's office. 

"We're going to work on giving you a voice," he muttered. The ink demon did not hear as Bendy sat down on the floor, looking around in amazement. Pictures of his cartoon model- Joey's model, that is- was painted around everywhere on posters, his name on several records, and even as a cardboard cutout. 

He glanced at  his own body. With the 'presents' Joey had given him, he now bore a slight resemblance towards the kid-friendly demon which was pasted everywhere, even as a Bendy clock near the ceiling. He smiled sadly as he watched the tiny legs and arms move from side to side joyfully, an eternal smile placed on its face. 

The demon's horns twitched as he stared at the man in front of him. 

"I want you to try and speak."

Bendy gave him a look as if this man was insane. Didn't he already know Bendy could not speak? He shrugged. He opened his mouth, and out came a moan. He grimaced. He let out a grunt and growled in frustration. 

"You can make noise, like a mute human," he said. "It's interesting. You have ribs that poke through your skin- if it's even that... May I?" His hand hovered over Bendy's stomach. He shivered as Sammy felt  his skin. 

"Hmm..." Sammy withdrew his hand. "You're temperature is like a humans, too. Strange... I mean, who knew that you would be so human-like?"

Bendy didn't know if this was a bad thing. Was it bad to be so humane? He didn't even know what he was. Perhaps he wasn't a cartoon- but he couldn't be a real human. 

He was a 

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Ink began to drip from his face as he felt pain shred through his head. He stood up, and towered over Sammy. 

The human stood up. "Bendy-"

The being smiled through the pain. He placed his hands on Sammy's shoulders and tightened his grip, only to release him. 

I smiled for him, Bendy thought. What the hell is wrong with me...?

He stepped away, as he bumped into the wall. Sammy approached him. 

"What is wrong with you...?" he asked. 

Bendy felt the pain ebb at his strength as he fell into the humans arms.

He blanked out, feeling the human struggle to keep him up.

"JOEY!" Sammy yelled out. Bendy's eyes fluttered closed as he grunted, his ink running over his gloves from his arms and from his chin to his bow tie.

Joey came running in, panting, put of breath. He helped pick Bendy up under one armpit.

"Damn it..." Joey said as they sat him down on a cushion chair. He was still out of breath. He figured something bad would happen...

The ink demon let out a whisper as he slipped in and out of consciousness.

He finally fell asleep from the pain, and he slumped deeper into the cushions.

Joey and Sammy glanced at each other. "What happened?"

Sammy tugged on his collar, which was now stained with the ink demon's substance.

"He was looking around the room. Admiring it all of him, you know? And then... When I tried to see how much noise he could make... He made a face. That expression- that was one of pain. And of realization."

Joey's eyes wrinkled. "And did you do anything else to him?" His voice screamed accusation.

"I told him how humane his body is like. But nothing else."

They both peered at the demon. The pain was gone from his face. It amazed them to see how at bay the creature was.

Joey thought for a moment. "Put him in your cot. And watch him. Call for me immediately if he wakes up."

Sammy nodded. "Of course." He looked down at Bendy. A trail of grey drool was rolling out of his mouth. He didn't look cute, but he really looked like he was intelligent and that he was as humane as any of them...

He beckoned for help from Joey as they worked together to place him on top of Sammy's cot. Bendy let out a whimper as they were doing so, and he sighed.

"Now he mucks up my clothes..." Joey sighed as well.

Bendy's face looked hollowed out as the Joey gently wiped the ink away from his one eye curiously.
It was a half-way open pie cut eye.

"He is a cartoon..." Joey breathed. Sammy sighed.

"He seems to be much more than what we had originally thought, Drew."

"I know," he snapped.

"And we locked him away for his looks, right?"

Joey glared at him. "It was a poor move on my part. Respect that."

Sammy looked at the ink demon guiltily. "He is just like us..."

Joey sighed. "Yes."

"...What have we done?"

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