Bendy, The Mob Boss

You were an idiot.

You had known this for quite some time, honestly. Oh, you weren't some braindead fool, per se; you did good in school as a child, you were an honest person who did their damnedest to be an asset to the community rather than a hindrance, and you were willing to drop everything and help anyone in need at a moment's notice. Which is all well and good!

But, as your mother had once told you, your lack of discernment on who and when to help was what often landed you in trouble. Exhibit A: Your current situation.

You inhaled slowly and exhaled in a shaky huff, trying not to complain about the hot and stuffy bag over your head, lest you accidentally irritated the you-didn't-know-how-many amount of gangsters around you. It was deadly silent as it was, being marched through some kind of empty hallway, your scuffed-up tennis shoes squeaking against the linoleum.

It wasn't your fault that you had been at the wrong place at the wrong time! You liked to hang around the Marina to chill, work out, think, and talk to the sea-life toons--It had been your favorite place ever since you first moved to ToonTown; it wasn't like you expected for a whole damn shootout to happen! And what's more, you had even ripped up part of your shirt to make a makeshift bandage for one of the Toons you watched take a bullet before creating a distraction due to some ACME crates--Those beautiful things were everywhere around Pastel Pass, and always held something handy. Long story short, you provided a distraction to lead away the anti-toon mafia that had trespassed to cause a ruckus, just so the Toon members could regroup and whatnot.

So why were YOU the one being taken hostage? So unfair...

You felt your breath hitch as you were momentarily brought to a stop, barely holding back a whimper as you heard the tell-tale creak of a door open before being roughly pushed into forward motion again, the warmer, humid feel of the newest room sending an ironic chill down your spine. You were brought to a sudden stop again and felt every muscle in your body tense up as you heard a deep voice speak.

"This them?"

"Yeah Boss."

"Good. Unbag 'em."

The bag was then ripped off your head unceremoniously, leaving you stumbling and disoriented as you squinted at the sudden change of light. Blinking and grumbling as you shook your head to get your bearings, you lifted your head to lock gazes with, quite possibly, the most powerful and scariest Toon you could ever come across sitting at a desk and staring you down.

Fuck. You were deep in it now.

"So," The dark, horned figure took a deep drag of the cigar hanging between his sharp teeth, the billowing cloud of smoke partially obscuring his face but nothing could hide the critical gleam of those red pie-cut eyes, or the flick of a spaded tail you could see swaying like a venomous snake above his shoulders, "Wanna s'plain ta me how ya got caught up in somethin' that had nothin' to do with ya, slick?"