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“Careful there!” Finley squeaked. The brute growled and snatched the hat with all the cash. Bendy’s mind raced, trying to come up with some way to save Fin and stop the thief. Movement caught Bendy’s eye behind the bimbo. Boris hit him in the back with his backpack. The guy grunted in surprise and his arms shot out to balance himself. Bendy moved in an instant. He grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the knife and twisted. The brute cried out in pain and dropped it. Finley dove away just as the guy swung his fist and nailed Bendy in the jaw, throwing him a few feet away. Bendy landed on his back with a cry of pain. Boris kicked the back of the bimbo’s knees, causing him to stumble. Finley and Boris jumped on him forcing him to the ground. The three struggled until Finley and Boris had him pinned. Bendy scrabbled up. He spotted the knife and snatched it from the dirty puddle it had landed in.
“Get off me!” the brut growled. His hat had been knocked off in the struggle. Bendy could now see the snarling face of the angry grizzly bear as he thrashed against Finley on his legs and Boris on his back. Bendy acted quickly, not sure how long Boris and Finley could keep him down, and sunk the blade into the ground right next to the bear’s face. He froze and glared up at Bendy. The bear’s snarl turned into a feral grin, showing off all his sharp fangs. “You tryin’ to act tough kid? You don’t got the guts to use that on me,” he growled with a chuckle. Bendy’s eyes narrowed. Bendy crouched on the balls of his feet and frowned down at the grizzly. He let the silence stretch out for a heartbeat longer. He kept his glare to a minimum, but couldn’t hide the angry fire in his eyes. His fist held tightly on the blade so the shaking in his hand was hidden.
“Do you really want to test that theory?” Bendy asked calmly when he was sure he had control of his voice. The bear laughed and spat at his face.
“A pipsqueak like you don’t scare me,” he declared and started to wiggle. Bendy turned the blade so the sharp edge faced the bear, causing him to freeze again.
“Sam, go get the cops!” Finley grunted, nearly out of breath. The cat was frozen in terror. His name seemed to snap him out of it and he nodded and began to stand and turn. He was shaking so bad he nearly fell over.
“Don’t.” Bendy turned his piercing gaze to the cat, who froze. Sammy slowly looked over his shoulder to Bendy with huge and glassy eyes. “You can’t bring the cops here,” Bendy said.
“What!” Finley barked in disbelief. “Why, in all of Warnerburg’s, not!”
Bendy didn’t remove his gaze from the cat. He kept him pinned there with his eyes. “You know why, Sammy. If you bring them it won’t just be this guy they take.”
Sammy looked like he was about to faint.
“What are ya talking about?” Finley demanded and turned his outraged look to Sammy. “Go on, Sam! Call them!” Sammy looked between the fox and the devil. His brows knit together in indecision.
“Sammy, please?” Boris pleaded with wide and scared eyes. The cat turned to him and after a moment nodded.
“Sammy!” Finley shouted, exasperated and shocked. “What are you doing! What’s going on here?”
“I’m sorry Fin. Uh, I, uh.” Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. The grizzly started to laugh. Sammy’s trembling increased and his hands went to the side of his head. He curled into himself.
Bendy turned his look back to the criminal, eyes hardening once more and scowl set. “So, you some kinda pick pocket or street scammer?” The bear sneered. A thought came to Bendy, and following it an idea. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but it was worth a try.
“Hey, you’re just the guy I wanna see,” Bendy stated softening his scowl to a slight frown.
“Oh?” The bear sounded amused.
“We’ve been looking for a thief ring that is rumored to be in these parts. They took something from me and I want it back,” Bendy said in a monotone, if not completely bored tone. “Any ideas on where they stash their stuff?”
“No idea what you’r talkin’ about, bean sprout.” The bear smirked, his tone tainting.
Bendy hummed. “Bendy?” Boris asked. “What are you—?“
“That’s too bad. Well, I guess you’re useless to me then. Since we can’t hand you over to the cops, I guess we’ll just have to take care of you ourselves,” Bendy said, turning the blade around and around. The bear laughed at him.
“Yeah, right. You’ve never bumped someone off before. It’s a bluff,” the bear stated confidently.
“Oh!” Bendy smirked. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and unwrinkled the post with him on it. “Careful pal. You can’t take people at face value anymore.” He shoved the thing in thug’s face and waited a second. The guy’s brow’s furrowed in confusion until he read the post. His eyes widened suddenly.
“This—!”
“Yep!” Bendy cut him off, giving the guy his best predatory smile. He twisted the knife again and brought it just a bit closer to the guy’s face. His eyes flashed red.
“Bendy!” Boris gasped in surprise at his brother.
“Hey!” Finley sounded extremely nervous. “Bendy, pal. W-what are ya doing?”
Bendy ignored them and stayed focused on the bear. The demon watched a bead of sweat run down his face. “So, like I said, just test me, buddy ol’ pal.”
“W-what are ya gonna do?” the bear asked in a low voice, all mockery drained out of him.
Bendy raised a brow. His eyes dulled its color, and placed the hand with the poster to his chin in mock thought. “Let’s see. I guess I’ll just introduce ya to my friends. They’ll make sure you’re tellin’ the truth an’ after that.” Bendy’s smile grew into a dark and terrifying grin. “Well, after that I guess I can have my fun!” The bear’s eyes widened. “Now on your feet!” Boris and Finley stared at Bendy with huge eyes. Finley glared in outrage. Boris blinked in question. “C’mon, let him up. I know what we can do.”
Boris hesitantly let the bear go and stood close to Bendy. Finley scampered over to Sammy, who was still curled up and whimpering. “Try anything and I promise you won’t recognize your reflection,” Bendy said calmly, like he was talking about the weather. The bear slowly got up and didn’t give any indication of running.
“Swell,” Bendy said. “Now let’s go talk to my pals at Warner Studios.” Everyone looked startled at the mention of the studio. Bendy indicated the bear to lead the way. “And no funny business,” he warned the brute. When the guy had his back to Bendy, Bendy glanced at his confused younger brother and winked. Boris’ look of confusion changed. His ears perked and eyes widened. He suddenly covered his muzzle with his hands to stop a sputter of laughter. He suddenly realized what Bendy was planning.
The wolf hadn’t been worried about Bendy’s actions. He knew when Bendy was faking, but he did think his big bro had gone a bit too far in his act. This, though, was a crazy plan. Boris leaned over and whispered in Bendy’s ear.
“Do you really think they’ll do anything helpful?” Boris asked skeptically, a hand raised to cover what he was saying.
Bendy shrugged in his easy-going manner. “Who knows. Better check on those two.” He pointed behind them to the entertainers. “I think I scared them. Catch up when ya’ can.”
“No, really?” Boris asked sarcastically. Bendy snorted and twirled the knife in his fingers. “I’ll be with ya’ in a sec.”
The wolf turned around to see Sammy slowly uncurling with Finley’s gentle encouragements. When he started to approach the fox glared at him. Sammy stiffened and froze on the ground. Boris stopped, his eyes widened in disbelief and hurt. Boris raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.
“I thought you guys were decent,” Finley hissed. “Amazing how far you had the wool pulled over my eyes!”
Boris’ ears dropped and his tail tucked. “It’s not like that. I promise,” Boris said slowly. Finley snorted and didn’t buy a word of it. “No, really! I swear if you give us a chance I’m sure you’ll see—.”
“He just threatened someone with a knife! I think I’ve seen enough!” Finley said and turned away. “C’mon Sammy.” Finley said, walking the opposite direction.
“Wai—.” Boris cut himself off when his paw landed on something. He looked down to see Finley’s hat with half the money spilled around it. Sammy didn’t move. He watched, still looking terrified as Boris quickly dropped to his knee and scooped all the money back into the hat. He got back on his paws and looked Sammy in the eye. “Please wait.” Boris took a small step and offered the hat to the cat. Sammy looked between the hat and the wolf.
“Sammy!” Finley called from the exit of the alley. Sammy jumped and glanced behind him to Finley. The fox looked angrily down the alley, his teeth showing in a small sneer and his large ears turn down. Sammy looked back at the pleading wolf and the way Bendy went.
When the cat didn’t move, Boris’ face fell in sorrow and his eyes dropped to the dirt ground. He guessed they didn’t want the truth. He didn’t want to lose their new friends like this, but he couldn’t force them to come with them and show them. Boris was about to put the hat down when hands clothed in ripped up gloves stopped him. They gently took the hat and money. Boris’ eyes snapped up to Sammy’s face. He seemed nervous, but he was trying to smile.
“F-Fin has a really good sense ab-about people and I-I-I don’t want t-t-t-to believe he could be so wrong ab-ab-about you guys,” Sammy stuttered. “I want to give you a chance, but...,” he whispered.
Boris’ grinned could have lit a city block. His ears perked and tail wagged. “I promise you won’t be disappointed! There is so much we have to explain!”
“Sammy what are you doing!” Finley called, taking a few steps back to them and stopping.
Sammy turned around and looked at him. The cat fiddled with the hat. “I-I think we should give ‘em a chance, Fin!”
Finley narrowed his eyes. “No. C’mon. Let’s get outta here.”
Both the cat’s and wolf’s ear fell. Sammy turned to Boris with an apologetic smile. “I’ll talk to him.” Sammy promised in a low and hushed tone. He held the hat close to his chest and stepped away. Boris watched sadly as the cat and fox disappeared into crowd.
“Boris!” Bendy called out in an easy tone.
“Yeah, I’m coming.” Boris swiped at his eyes and turned on his heels. He quickly caught up to Bendy and their captured thief.
“Finley, wait!” Sammy called. The fox made his way quickly down the streets of Warnerburg. Sammy dodged left and right around people to try and catch up to the fast fox. “Finley.” Sammy’s voice was beginning to edge on desperation. The fox refused to speak to him after he had left Boris. After a few blocks of this the cat was finally able to catch up. “Finley, didn’t you hear me calling you?”
“Did I hear you?” Finley snapped and turned a fiery glare on the cat. “Do you think these are just for decoration?” Finley indicated to his large ears with his hand. “I heard everything just fine, Sam! And there is nothing to talk about. They lied to us and threatened someone’s life right in front of us! Bendy isn’t who I thought he was. They’re wanted criminals, just like that bear. They’re all lucky I’m too disgusted to go to the cops right now. I see any of ‘em again, I’ll turn ‘em in,” he snarled and started walking again. Sammy was shaking with fear. He could count on his hand how many times Finley was this mad. The fox had a keen sense of justice and it was things like this that could set him off, almost to the point of irrationality.
“B-but, Finley!” Sammy couldn’t believe he was going to argue with his dear friend for the sake of practical strangers. It was just something in that young wolf’s eyes that got the cat right in the heartstrings. The fear and tiniest spark of hope in those dark eyes that Sammy could so easily understand and relate to. He knew that if he chickened out and turned his back on Bendy and Boris when they needed help he would regret it for the rest of his days. It was this thought that spurred him to gather his meager stores of courage and speak up for once. “Do you really think Boris would do something like that? Sure, Bendy was, uh,” Sammy stumbled for the right words. “He was real scary, and yeah he did kinda sound like he was gonna skin ‘im, but I don’t think Boris would'a let him. That is, if it wasn’t all a show in the first place!” Sammy tried to sound hopeful. Not something that came natural to him at all.
“We don’t really know ‘em, Sam. We were too quick to trust,” Finley grumbled with his eyes fixed on the street.
“No, Finley,” Sammy said with conviction. The fox was so surprised by his tone that his head shot up to look at him. Sadly, Sammy’s nerve disappeared the moment they made eye contact. He fiddled with the hat still in his hands, money stashed away in his pockets, and looking at his hands instead of back at his friend. “Y-you have always been a good judge of character. I-I really think they are good guys.”
“I was wrong,” Finley said, but he didn’t sound angry, just tired and sad.
“No!” Sammy’s voice shook. “Boris was just as scared and confused as you. It wasn’t until Bendy said something about some friends that he relaxed. It was like he caught onto something. I think it was all an act for the crook.”
“Yeah?” Finley said skeptically, turning back to his walk, but at a slower pace now. “Well, then Bendy is the best actor I’ve ever seen. He could easily be the scariest villain ever.”
“Y-yeah,” Sammy slowly agreed. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “B-but, remember him last night? I-I don’t think anyone would fake those things. They’re in a rough patch and are acting out of desperation, Fin.”
“So, what do you want to do about it?” Finley looked up at the cat wearily.
“M-me?” Sammy pointed to himself, looking startled.
“Well, yeah. You’re the one here trying to convince me. So, what do you want to do about this, Sammy?” Finley asked, turning around to face him fully. Sammy found himself floundering. He wasn’t the one to come up with plans and schemes. He just made a suggestion or an observation then Finley took over. He didn’t know what to do! He hardly knew why he was fighting to help Boris and Bendy in the first place. The young’s wolf fearful look came to his mind again. Bendy hunched over in pain the night before. What could he possibly do for them?
“W-we should help them with the tickets or find that bag,” he suggested weakly. Finley raised a brow. Sammy’s nervousness started to climb. “Lo-look we just left a couple of fellas, heck, they’re still practically kids, with a bear that tried to mug us with a knife. I-I don’t know about you, but I feel pretty crummy about that. If I don’t do something, Fin, I’m gonna regret it, especially if something bad happens to them. Boris said they had a lot of explaining to do, the least we do is help with this and ask questions after.”
“What if they pull a fast one on us?” Finley asked.
“Then, we can say we tried at least, right?” Sammy responded. “We did what we thought was right with no regrets.”
“It’s risky, we could get arrested or killed,” Finley pointed out. Sammy gulped, his low ears dropping completely and all bravery completely gone.
“Killed?” Sammy asked quietly. His eye twitched. “Uh…,”
“But, ya know what, Sammy? You’re right. What kinda guy would I be to leave a couple of kids with a thug like that? It’s dangerous for them too, after all. You’re a real swell fella, willing to risk yourself for them like that. That’s some amazing courage Sammy. You’re my hero. I hope I can be just as good someday. Boy, I almost made a big mistake,” Finley said with a small smile. “We better go catch up to them so I can apologize and see if there is anything we can do.” Finley turned on his heels and grabbed his hat from a frozen Sammy as he went.
“B-but, killed? Uh, wait, Finley!” Sammy said as the fox followed the path back the way they came with new energy. “Maybe we should think about this some more.”
“C’mon, Sammy! They already have a huge lead on us. If we don’t hurry, we’ll lose ‘em at the gate.” Finley waved his arm in a beckoning motion. Sammy gulped again. Oh, he made a huge mistake. He should have just kept his big muzzle shut. He must have gone insane there for a moment. What had he been thinking?
Bendy felt conflicted. Ever since they had left the alley, Boris was quietly following with droopy ears and tail. He couldn’t turn to comfort the wolf though, he had to stay focused on the bear in front of him. The guy had tried to slip away a number of times already and Bendy had to be ready for another attempt. He also couldn’t blow his act. Bendy had tried several times to get the guy to talk but to no avail.
Even though he hadn’t managed to escape, the bozo seemed pretty smug. “What’s the smirk for?”
“Just imagining when you get caught,” he muttered. Bendy narrowed his eyes.
“Oh, yeah? No need to be so happy about it. You’d be in the slammer with us,” Bendy stated. The guys smirk grew into a grin, making Bendy feel weary.
“Nah, you can have the cell. I’ll be back on the streets the next day,” he boasted.
“Oh, yeah? That’s pretty cocky of you. What makes you say that?” Bendy frowned.
“Friends in high places.” The bear sneered, his fangs down to the little demon.
It didn’t take them long to get to the gate after that. The guard gave them a weird look when the bear suddenly lunged forward. Bendy was just about to hook his foot and make the bimbo trip again when he opened his big mouth. “Sir, these two have threatened me with a knife! I’ve been kidnapped!”
Bendy tensed and mentally cursed a string of foul words. Everyone froze for a heartbeat as the guard looked from the boys to the pleading bear.
“Oh, I gets it. Yer recruiting for the boss. Heh, you nearly got me there. Nice job.” The fat man smiled and turned to the bear. “Yours a good actor, bet the boss will be pleased.” The bear blinked in shock, his jaw dropping.
Bendy nearly fell over in relief. “Yeah. He’s a real talent. Thought the ol’ boss would like to meet him.” The bear looked in between the guard and Bendy, perplexed. Bendy’s smile grew. “You have a good day.” The guard tipped his hat. Bendy and Boris gave him a nod before pushing the guy forward.
The grunt shook off his shock and tried one more time. “Wait! I’m serious! These schmucks are dangerous!”
The guard laughed. “I know! They nearly got me too.”
The bear flinched and seemed taken aback. Sweat started to bead on the large mammal’s forehead. Bendy smirked. “How did you put it? Friends in high places?” He chuckled darkly. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.” This seemed to increase the bears nervousness.
Bendy quickly headed to the water tower. They gazed up at the structure for a moment before Bendy leaned toward Boris. “Mind gettin’ them? I don’t want to give this guy a chance to push us over any rails up there.” Boris nodded silently and quickly made his way up the stairs.
The bear twisted his muzzle in confusion. “Wait. What’s up there? I’ve only ever heard of the Warners…,” his voice trailed off.
“Yep. The Warners,” Bendy said, rolling up on the balls of his feet and back down again patiently. “Those clowns owe us a favor and since ya don’t want to tell me where your friends are or where you guys stash your grabs, then I’m sure they can loosen your lips.”
The bear snorted. “You think those jokers can make me sing?”
Bendy gave him a long look. “Have you ever met them before?” The bear stayed silent. Bendy smirked. “Well you’re in for an experience.”
“Boy, hoody, you think he’ll have an experience. Just wait your turn, hot stuff.” A voice whispered into Bendy’s ear. Bendy squeaked in surprise and whipped around. Dot was way too close to his face and he flinched back on instinct.
“You!” he growled. Dot grinned.
“Hi’ya handsome. Did you come back for that kiss?” she winked and leaned forward.
“Cuss no! Get away from me. I came to call in that fav—.” The sound of shoes hitting pavement had Bendy turn around to see the bear making another run for it. “Cuss! Get back here you chicken-hearted cad!” Bendy was just about to lunge after the thug until Wakko and Yakko appeared from around two corners opposite of each other. The brute didn’t seem to pay them any mind and made to run in between them. The two Warners shared a look and stood calmly with their hands behind their backs. Wakko pulled out a banana and start eating it. Only when the bear was just about to pass did they move. Wakko tossed the empty banana peel right underneath the bear’s falling foot. He let out a sound of surprise as his leg went out from under him and he crashed on the pavement. The bear’s head smacked hard against the unforgiving ground. He groaned, lying on his back in pain. Yakko whistled as he moseyed up to him in a lazy stride.
“That was quite a trip there, fella.” Yakko smiled warmly. The bear moaned.
Wakko chuckled. “The ol’ banana peel treat. It’s a classic.” Bendy rolled his eyes.
“Wowie.” Bendy jumped an inch at the voice right next to him.
“Boris! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Bendy gasped and clutched the front of his shirt. The wolf started and looked at Bendy. Bendy looked back at him. “How did you get here so quick?”
Boris looked around himself, then back up at the water tower and then Bendy again. His ears fell, alarm and confusion swam in his eyes, and a frown stretched across his face. “I have no idea, Bendy. I was up there a second ago.” He pointed to the tower.
An arm wrapped around Bendy’s and he grimaced as he made eye contact with Dot again. “No need to sweat the details, honey. As long as ya get where you’re going, just enjoy the ride,” she said to the wolf and then focused on Bendy. “And I think I am going to really enjoy the ri—.”
“Yakko!” Bendy called and pulled out of Dot’s vice-like grip. She pouted, then grinned.
“I love a guy that will let me do the chasing,” she purred.
“Hey ya, mailman!” Yakko waved.
“It’s Bendy,” he corrected in a deadpanned tone.
“Right. What’s up? Your pal said something about that favor. You ready to help us out?” Yakko asked, putting a hand on the bears stomach and leaning on him like he was a post.
“What? No! I’m here to get my favor from you guys.” Bendy narrowed his eyes. Wakko and Yakko chuckled.
“We know. We’re just pulling your leg,” Yakko said, waving a hand. “So, what can we do you for?”
“That guy.” Bendy pointed to the bear. “Tried to mug us a while back. It sounds like he has some friends that would help him out if we turned him in. I was wondering if you could help us find his friends.”
The three shared a look. Bendy imagined a hole of darkness opening up and just dropping the poor schmuck into the horrors these three planned for him. “He doesn’t want to introduce us?”
“Nope.”
“Rude,” Dot said, placing her fist delicately on her hip. “What? We’re not berries enough for you and your boys?”
“Uh?” the bear shook his head and looked around.
Yakko took a step back and looked at Dot. “Now, now. There could be lady thieves too. We have to be fair.”
“Oooh.” Wakko grinned. “Dame crooks sound hot.”
“Right?” Yakko grinned with a wink. Bendy was only a little ashamed that his mind kinda wandered with the idea. He only became completely ashamed when he made glancing eye contact with Boris and saw his disapproval. Dang his brother’s ability to know exactly where his mind went. He smiled sheepishly.
Dot cleared her throat and her brothers flushed, but didn’t lose their grins. Boris took the chance to speak. “So, do guys think you can help?”
“We—,” Yakko started, but was cut off.
“Screw all you freaks!” The bear suddenly was up and sprinting faster than Bendy had seen so far. He was around a corner in almost the same instant. For some odd reason, Bendy didn’t panic. He felt Boris tense next to him.
“Oh, no! He got away!” Boris said. Bendy looked at the amused expressions the Warner’s were sharing. Yeah, he didn’t need to worry.
“I think it’ll be okay, bro,” Bendy said, putting his hands in his pockets. Boris glanced between him and the three with confusion knitting his brows.
“I’ll catch up,” Dot said to her siblings. The brothers nodded and headed to the corner where the bear had disappeared. She turned to Bendy and Boris with a gleaming smile. “We’ll take it from here.” She winked. “And we’ll contact you when we get him to sing. Should only take somewhere between a few hours or a couple days.”
“We don’t have a phone,” Bendy protested. “How are you going to—.”
“Shhh.” Dot put a finger to his lips and gave him a half-lidded flirty look. Bendy leaned back to free himself. “I’ll simply follow my heart to you. We will—.”
“Never mind. I should know by now not to ask,” Bendy cut her off and turned on his heels. “C’mon Boris.”
“Ah,” Dot complained. “No good-bye kiss?”
“Stars, no!” Bendy barked over his shoulder. Dot pouted sweetly. Bendy walked faster. “We’ll see ya later.” He waved without looking back.
“Bye,” Boris said and raced to catch up to Bendy. The two walked a small distance before Boris spoke up. “What do you think they’re going to do?”
Bendy raised a brow at Boris’s innocent curiosity. “Honestly? I don’t ever want to know. I don’t even want to guess.” Boris turned his head to the side, one of his ears dropped, and his eyes gleamed with thoughts. Once again Bendy was reminded of a puppy. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. Boris looked at him questioningly. Bendy just shook his head still smiling. It didn’t take them long to get to the gate.
The guard waved pleasantly as they passed. “So, now what do we do?” Boris asked. Bendy sighed. He was really starting to get tired of that question. He shrugged.
“We’re pretty aimless until they get back to us,” he admitted. Boris quirked his mouth in thought.
“Heya.” The boys turned their heads in surprise. Leaning against the wall was none other than Finley and Sammy. Sammy was giving them a small smile. Boris and Bendy shared a look before turning to the two.
“Hi Sammy. Finley. Uh, it’s nice to see you fellas again,” Boris said.
“Ye-yeah. Um, nice to see you too,” Sammy said, nervously glancing between the brothers nervously. Finley’s ears were folded down and he glanced up and back down before taking a deep breath. Finley shrugged away from the wall and faced the two.
“Look fellas. I’m sorry for how I acted today,” Finley started.
“Stop.” Bendy raised his hand like he could physically stop the words. Sammy and Finley looked surprised. “You were only doing what you thought was right. We came off as suspicious at best. There’s these wanted posters and I, well.” Bendy rubbed the back of his head. “I was acting like a real monster back there. I’m the one that should be saying I’m sorry and I am.”
“You don’t have to,” Sammy objected quietly.
“The only reason Boris didn’t flip his lid was because he knows it was an act. My ‘tough guy’ show and all. He knows I wouldn’t really do something horrendous to that bozo.” Bendy suddenly frowned in annoyance and muttered. “A real monster would have stabbed him for trying to run away so often.” Boris snorted and rolled his eyes. “Anyway, we have a lot of explaining to do if that’s what you guys are here for.”
Finley nodded hesitantly his brows knit together. “So, all’s forgiven?”
“Sure.” Bendy shrugged. Finley snorted a chuckle at Bendy’s attitude.
“You’re a surprisingly forgiving person.” Finley smiled.
Bendy shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong. If I was in your shoes, I don’t think I would'a turned around. I gotta respect ya for that. You’re the one offering me a chance here.” Finley blinked at Bendy’s serious answer.
“One question.” Sammy lifted a hand a little, like a shy student in class. “What happened to the thief?”
“We passed him off to the Warners,” Boris said.
“What!” Finley barked in surprise. Sammy’s eyes grow as large as saucers. The brother’s shared a glance of confusion.
“Is that a bad thing?” Boris asked hesitantly.
“U-uh, well.” Finley and Sammy shared a look.
“It’s not like they’d kill him,” Bendy said nervously. “Right?”
“Pe-people who are targeted by the Warner’s, specifically, usually end up with nervous or psychological break downs,” Sammy murmured. “Sometimes their reputations are ruined, but they can get over it with, uh, therapy. Others end up is the asylum with a complete break from reality.” Sammy gulped and twisted his tail. “Or so the rumors say. A lot of famous people apparently have res-restraining orders against them.”
Boris looked to Bendy with alarm. “Bendy, what did we just do?”
Bendy shrugged, dumbfounded. He knew they were nuts, but they wouldn’t push someone to actual insanity…would they?
“Do ya know what they plan to do?” Finley asked. The boys shook their heads and the fox scratched his ears in thought.
“They said they’d contact us when they found out where those guys are hiding,” Boris offered.
“Then I guess all we can do is wait.” Finley sighed. “With them running around it’ll be impossible to find them.”
“Well, with the doomed soul of a crook hanging over my head why don’t we get dinner and start talking?” Bendy offered, throwing his hands behind his head in a lazy manner.
“Just like that?” Sammy asked.
“Just like that,” Bendy agreed. Sammy and Finley shared a look. These two were a strange pair. The performers weren’t sure what to make of these boys. They didn’t know what they were sticking their noses into, but at least they knew it would be interesting with brothers like them. So, with hope that the two were the good people the performers trusted them to be, the cat and fox followed.