Bendy suppressed a gasp as he ducked back towards the wall, blushing a light grey. He was very quiet when he needed to be. How did the other found him out? Well, Bendy was known to make questionable decisions and choices. But actually talking to a powerful demon that was completely different from him probably took the cake. Maybe this was a bad idea. What if he’ll get shot down by Alastor immediately?
But he came this far. It wasn’t like dealing with Joey Drew or Isa or all the other ink demons. He needed to take the shot, be confident, and cautious at the same time. There was a reason Bendy came back to Hell this time. So the three foot nine ink demon walked out from his hiding spot, his stance relaxed and he had no cape on as he spoke with a small smile.
“Sorry! I heard some things from other demons here and I just gotta meet ya. The name’s Bendy the Dancing Demon And first off, I just like yer aesthetic and radios in general, so there’s that.” Bendy paused to gather his thoughts.
“I just wanna know how did you become a powerful demon here in Hell?”