G-good Afternoon, Boss! So, Um, Good To See You This, Um, Goodafternoon, Quinn Replied, Their Greeting

“G-good afternoon, Boss! So, um, good to see you this, um, good…afternoon…,” Quinn replied, their greeting tracing off into nervous mumbles.

They glanced at the desk drawer they had hidden the papers in. Quinn elbowed the drawer, hoping to close it completely in a way that was as unnoticeable as possible.

It was a day like any other. Long. Repetitive. Boring. And Death was getting antsy. So he moved from his desk and decided to take a walk, sighing with quiet relief as he finally moved from his chair.

He moved along quietly, figuring that he'd get some koffee. Maybe have a talk with Jocelyn or Quinn. Pump Quinn's own desk was on the way to where he was heading, so he decided he'd check in on them first.

He turned a corner and approached where they sat, back to him. The vague sound of scratching pencil on paper piqued his interest. As well as the small pile of crumpled balls nearby.

He remained quiet as he moved closer, curiosity growing.

Mysterious No-Face, a wandering spirit.

Different color version beneath cut.

“Hooray! Thank you, Boss!” Quinn cheered, a bright smile appearing on their face.

They skipped into the office, taking a good look around, mentally taking notes of where things would be sorted. As Death sat down at his desk, Quinn began to work, taking stray papers and stacking them into piles, ready to be stored. Quinn hummed cheerfully, the happy tune oddly out of place in the gloomy room.

As Quinn organized, they also made sure to look for their paper. They hadn’t forgotten about it, and, quite frankly, they were becoming nervous. If someone had found it, there was no doubt that it would be used as a tool to tease Quinn.

It was a day like any other. Long. Repetitive. Boring. And Death was getting antsy. So he moved from his desk and decided to take a walk, sighing with quiet relief as he finally moved from his chair.

He moved along quietly, figuring that he'd get some koffee. Maybe have a talk with Jocelyn or Quinn. Pump Quinn's own desk was on the way to where he was heading, so he decided he'd check in on them first.

He turned a corner and approached where they sat, back to him. The vague sound of scratching pencil on paper piqued his interest. As well as the small pile of crumpled balls nearby.

He remained quiet as he moved closer, curiosity growing.

Hmm can we see an Alice kibby cat? :3 if not then I shall pat Bendy kibby cat :33

Careful, though, Bendy may bite

Quinn had an expression of absolute embarrassment on their face. As Death looked at them, they timidly mumbled a response that was inaudible. Noticing this, Quinn shook their head and looked at Death with a nervous smile.

“Nothing! I mean, I’m not doing nothing, Boss, I was working! I’m not a lazy person, Boss, I promise!” Quinn exclaims, having not planned out their explanation that well.

Quinn held their hands behind their back, one of the hands still holding the pencil, and smiled as cheerfully as they could at Death.

It was a day like any other. Long. Repetitive. Boring. And Death was getting antsy. So he moved from his desk and decided to take a walk, sighing with quiet relief as he finally moved from his chair.

He moved along quietly, figuring that he'd get some koffee. Maybe have a talk with Jocelyn or Quinn. Pump Quinn's own desk was on the way to where he was heading, so he decided he'd check in on them first.

He turned a corner and approached where they sat, back to him. The vague sound of scratching pencil on paper piqued his interest. As well as the small pile of crumpled balls nearby.

He remained quiet as he moved closer, curiosity growing.