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Ever since that night, the memory of Bendy had been imprinted on Mickey's mind he even had a few dreams of the toon being there in his room, as if he was serving his role as a demon. The eyes that seemingly gave toons nightmares. It was most likely just only a couple days ago, maybe even a week from now, just somehow. Mickey's ears fell back as he let a breath of air out as he glanced back towards his mirror still seeing those red cherries alongside him. He seemed to forget he bought a small cherry cake for his birthday, and had picked out a few big cherries off the cake.

It startled him for a second as he whipped around to see what was staring at him, only to see that it was just a couple of red cherries sitting on the small table. Though when he walked towards the large mirror that stood by the covered window, Mickey seemed to notice something. It was the morning vision, or whatever was making his eyes water. The mouse let out a sniff as he still couldn't see out of his blurry eyesight. maybe he was afraid to, and that is why he need to get a shirt on soon. Nobody would see his scars, so he did not feel as afraid to share them to this small world of his. It probably was not the best to sleep on bed that looks infested without a shirt, but he didn't necessarily care. Rubbing his sore eyes, the mouse got up from his bed and went to grab a clean pair of clothes. He'd check his watch, but wherever it has gone had no use to him. He couldn't tell what time it was, since this old room did not have a clock within. His tail was all crooked, so he gently had to push it down so even it out.

Mickey groaned as he gotten up from his creaky bed, not realizing how long he had been asleep. That was probably was the worst birthday he has ever had.