Who: Eothian and Breacan.
Where: Hell.
When: Bendy time.
Breacan's POV

Note: Drabble (100 words). Un'beta blah blah. (Meta knowledge. Unless otherwise known.)


The lieutenant was lying on the infirmary bed opposite Breacan. The last thing he remembered was overcoming one of the enemy. It was a victorious moment and he had shouted out joyously,” We showed them!”

But they hadn’t been prepared for the wall that came out of nowhere. It was either get caught in the wall, or fall over the edge of the sandbank they had been leaping around, cheering, on.

They took the cliff edge.

Breacan’s laughter received a scowl.

The pillow fell harmlessly away, as Eothian turned on his side, ignoring his pain.

“Shut up.” He replied sulkily.