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The term 'right hand man' means quite a lot of things. Second in command, the second boss, or the leader's partner. Either way, it's a term used a lot...especially in The Devil's Casino.

But, this time, there wasn't just a right hand man...there was a left hand one too.

Afton walked through the casino, blocking out the sounds of people cheering if they won a game or the music practically blasting in the background thanks to the band. He just kept walking, not even caring if some of the customers were creeped out by his demeanor.

He had a job to do.

Afton then made it to a giant pair or doors with a sign above it plastered in gold that read: 'The Office'. He smirked and opened the door, making sure no one followed him before he went inside. He was greeted by a blank room with completely red walls and floor...and in the middle of it was some kind of demonic booth.

The rabbit stepped inside of it, and like an elevator, the booth went down into a flaming portal. Afton just waited patiently before the 'Hellevator' stopped and he stepped out. He began walking again, but this time, he was in some kind of throne room.

The terrain was rocky and incredibly hot, as if even the ground was boiling. Afton was all too used to it though. Then, he saw an actual throne up ahead and grinned, stopping in his tracks and bowing.

"You rang, my lord...?" Afton grinned.

The throne, like a swivel chair, turned around to reveal a creature with long horns, yellow eyes with glowing red pupils, a mouth filled with sharp fangs, and black fur that almost looked as sharp as porcupine quills. Finally, the creature had a tail with a pointed end...this was the owner of the casino, The Devil himself.

"Oh, no need to be so formal." The Devil grinned as he stood from his throne, his trident in hand. "But I appreciate the obedience...but not everyone likes a suck-up."

Afton hummed as he stood up, putting his hands behind his back. "Really? I figured the almighty Lord of Hell would enjoy loyalty."

"There's a difference between loyalty and suck-up." The Devil said, still grinning. "But! I have a mission for you! You're a researcher on my ancient tribe of Ink Demons...I want you to find one of them."

Afton's eyes widened. "My lord, you yourself said they were all extinct."

"Not quite...the descendant of one remains. His name is Bendy Stein...and currently, he and his annoying brother are trying to rebuild The Ink Machine." The Devil said with an annoyed sigh. "Of course, we can't have that! I sent the boys of Black Hat after them and now they've joined them..."

Afton hummed. "Those cups...? Have they realized you no longer have control over their souls?"

"Not yet, but I get the feeling they will." The Devil said. "Which is why I need you to kill them. All five of them."

Afton grinned. "Five, hmm? Who is the fifth...?"

"Oh, just an old enemy of yours...the one that sliced off your ear." The Devil grinned, well aware that would make Afton want the mission even more.

Afton's purple eyes widened...and he cackled to himself, taking out a black and purple spear. "I will gladly accept this mission, sire..."

"Fantastic!" The Devil smiled as he sat on his throne. "Oh, and Dice will be going with you."

Afton nodded. "Of course- WHAT?!"

Then, music suddenly began playing. Jazz music to be precise. Afton was immediately filled with a burning desire to paint the throne room in blood as he slowly turned around.

Then, in a puff of purple smoke, a rather well dressed man in a purple suit and a dice for a head appeared. His band appeared across from him.

Afton was The Devil's left hand man...while King Dice was his right hand man. Of course, the two didn't exactly get along.

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"Heedle-heedle-heedle-heedle! Deedle-deedle-deedle! Ski-la-lu-bap-du-dee-do-zee-zaym...ooh-woah-oh! Ooh-woah-oh-oh-oh!" King Dice sang with an evil grin as he spun around, a microphone in his hand. "Zoo-dee-bee-da-du-bwee-du-dee-buay!"

Then, he began walking over to Afton with a smug smile across his face, well aware this was showing him up. "Now I've seen good times, I've had hard ones too! I've seen the highest highs! And the bluest of blues...now times can be real hard, given no guarantees! Oh, they can knock you down and leave you livin' on your knees!"

He then lightly hit Afton with the mic as he spun around him. He then dodged a swing of Afton's spear almost with no effort. "So, when you're down on your luck and life ain't treatin' you too nice! I highly recommend that you roll the dice! When you've nothin' left to lose, you place your money down!"

Then, his band began singing. "You gotta try and turn your life around!"

"Oh...if you need a second chance! Then heed on my advice! Brother, you gotta roll the dice!!!" Dice exclaimed, turning to The Devil, who was clearly enjoying the music.

Afton just snarled, grinding on his own teeth the longer he stared at the showman. Dice just grinned. "Oooh, you gotta take a chance when your life begins to flop! You've got to roll them bones to bounce right back to the top! You cannot win if you don't play! HA! You've got to get into the swing! There is no better way to go from beggar to KING!"

Dice then appeared on a stage nearby, spinning the microphone around like it was some kind of weapon before he held it to his mouth again. "When you've nothing left to lose, you place your money down! You've gotta try and turn your life around, tell 'em how! If you need a second chance, then heed on my advice! Brother, you gotta roll the dice! One more time!"

He then spun around, waiting for the music to give him his chance to sing the closing note. Then, he quickly took his chance when it appeared. "Brother, you gotta roll the dice...brother, you gotta roll the dice!!! Hahaha! Yeah..."

Then, the stage and his band quickly disappeared.

The Devil just clapped. "Now that's what I call an entrance!!!"

Afton rolled his eyes. "Always a flare for the dramatic, Dice?"

Dice just grinned as he walked over. "I prefer to live my eternal damnation in style...instead of just cramming myself in a lab all day. No wonder all the guests are creeped out by your disgusting teeth...and the smell..."

Afton snarled and took out his spear, pointing it at Dice. "Perhaps you've forgotten the fact that I don't have to lie my way out of gunshots and bullet holes...? Not everyone is as dumb as you make them out to be."

Dice laughed, raising his hands. "Whoa there! I ain't trying to pick a fight now! I'm just stating facts."

Afton hummed before he lightly shot his spear, cutting a few hairs off Dice's mustache.

Dice gasped a bit before his eyes narrowed. "Oh, you-!"

The Devil slammed his trident down. "If you two are done acting like children, you have an Ink Demon to find..."

Afton and Dice looked at each other before they both bowed to The Devil and then headed out.