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Okay guys, before we start, yes, I know that these songs are old now and that there are theories that Bendy and Joey are fused as a "corrupt" being. This is apparently why Corrupt Bendy has a limp in the actual game. I believe this theory as well, but since this book was written before all that, I'm making Joey a separate person from Corrupt Bendy. 
Except there might be a way for me to combine them...
DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I SAID ABOVE! THIS MIGHT CHANGE!
And no, I'm not telling you about what I have planned for Joey. 
I love you all!
-LovesitGirl out! <3
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Your POV:

I sighed and walked heavily, my feet dragging behind me.

I didn't like not talking to the demon. He was the only source of entertainment I had around here, and he did show me some sympathy.

I rolled my eyes and continued walking around the workshop. "Dang, how big is this place!?" I wondered aloud.

I then stopped. 

Bendy... he hurt me...

He bit me...

He didn't care for me...

It was all his fault!

I growled and balled my hands into fists. Once a demon, always a demon. I kept trying to convince myself that not talking to him was the right decision.

"He's a demon! He doesn't care for me! That's why he spared me when I pleaded for it... and saved me from the ink..." I gulped. I then broke down.

Cutting off ties with Bendy was a bad idea (especially since we are now stuck in the same location). I whimpered and felt the tears slide down my cheeks. I didn't bother to wipe them away, no one was watching.

"Why are you crying?" A voice suddenly asked.

I jumped and looked around, but nobody was there. I shook my head, but the question was asked again.

"Are you okay? Did the ink demon hurt you?"

I started to shake. There was a voice... yet... it didn't belong to a body.

"Who are you?"

"I'm inside your head. I'm talking to you."

"That doesn't answer my question."

Silence. Finally, there was a response.

"It's not important. The ink demon hurt you, correct?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that..." I admitted. "But how do I know I can trust you?"

"Because I know how to make things better."

"You do?! How!?" I got excited.

"I'll tell you within due time," the voice chuckled. It sounded a bit feminine...

"Due time? What does that mean?" I was confused. More laughter. Finally, it died down.

"Come to me now. Floor nine. You'll see what I mean."

Then more silence.