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Have a kiss, cutie 💋💋💋💋💋💋

“Y’can’t just kiss a guy outta no where…”

#jack fain #batim #bendy and the ink machine #batim jack #batim ask blog

give me it NOWWWW.

*walks out of a portal* huh... doesn't look like a version of playtime's factory..ugh..has that horrible smell thou..not corpse smell but just as bad.

Norman’s eyes slowly drifted over to the being that seemed to manifest out of some glowing swirl. What was he even wearing? Certainly nothing considered ‘normal’ round here. “Excuse me? Where the hell did you come from?”

#New roleplay?#norman polk batim #batim #batim au #norman polk #batim projectionist #the projectionist #bendy and the ink machine

*a few days after Stella's little "prank gone wrong"...*

Stella walked up into the projector booth, her head held down in shame. he noticed that she now had on a dark blue sweater vest in place of her orange one...

"hey... uhh, Mr. Polk..." she took a deep breath and looked up, pushing her glasses up. she looked him in the eyes and continued, "I apologize for stabbing you... and for... everything that happened there... I was being an idiot and I acknowledge that..."

she spoke in a very serious tone, hoping he could tell that her apology was genuine...

- @art-by-stella

“Yeah, you were. You’re lucky Jack is twice as nice as me, if I’d walked into that mess?” He trails off, not bothering to finish the sentence since the intention was clear. “You know I can’t even lift the projector with my arm now, right? I’m seconds away from being fired on the spot. Your ‘stunt’ might cost me my job.”

#batim #norman polk #batim au #batim projectionist #the projectionist #norman polk batim #bendy and the ink machine

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

Stella walked into the room and flicked off the light, drawing y'all's attention. she lingered in the doorway, gripping a knife tightly and partially covered in a substance that looked suspiciously like blood...

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

He raised a brow, his gaze unwavering as he folded his arms against his chest. The dark rings under his eyes and his pale skin proved he wasn't in good health. Though he stubbornly refused to admit it.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

it took her a minute but eventually she calmed her cackling and finally spoke

"ha... I killed your little friend Sammy..~" she whispered and half laughed, "your little friend Jackie's dead now..~" Stella said, sounding fucking insane as she waved her knife around, still laughing.

Hudson froze, his lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. He stared at Stella, a wave of cold panic washing over.

Before it boiled to anger.

"You did what?" He barked, already marching towards her, brown eyes burning with rage. He grabbed her wrist and swung the knife out of her grip. "YOU DID WHAT?" He yelled at her, repeating his words.

Jack wasn't dead. He couldn't be. There was too much to be said. Even the little important words.

Words like: "I love you" or "You mean something to me, Dad".

He yanked her by her collar, his voice low and dangerous, "Explain, Henderson, or you're gonna be lit."

He whipped out his lighter.

"HA HA! WOAH-" the spark of insanity in her eyes flicked to fear quite quickly as he threw the knife from her hands and grabbed her by the collar.

Stella's eyes flickered from the lighter to Hudson. There was probably no way to explain what she was doing without getting set aflame...

"i-... i- I'm sor- sorry Mr. Hendricks-..." she stuttered out, absolutely terrified.

( @asknorman-polk now lol come help me...)

“What the hell did you do?! Fuckin’ Jack? That’s downright insane. You know how much of this studio is ‘boutta be out for your head? I ain’t defending you this time, you ought to start praying for forgiveness ‘cause you’ve just killed the only man in the studio that’d cover for your sorry ass. Do you even know what he’s done for you? Surely you don’t, running ‘round like a chicken with her head cut off with a man’s blood on your hands. You can’t run away from your problems this time, kid.” He seethes. Norman wasn’t typically mad but he looked enraged now. How could anyone do something like that to Jack?

oh fuck...

now Norman was fucking pissed at her...

he was calm the majority of the time...

Stella had royally fucked up...

"uhh- I-... I-... shit-..."

okay... okay... we're gonna do this then...

Stella looked up at Norman and then back at Hudson. she started this shit, she was gonna finish this shit...

she hit Hudson in the face with her palm, not hard enough to break anything but it definitely caught him off guard. she then kicked him in the knee, making him stumble a bit backwards.

Stella bolted for her knife, grabbing it quickly and charging after Norman.

the bitch actually was insane...

“Fuck, wait-” He got cut off by the sharp pain near the center of his chest. He looked down at the wound then up at Stella, grabbing her by the neck. “You little fucking shit, you think you can get away with this Scot free? I’m not about to let you run amok and hurt anyone else because you’re fucking crazy.” He mutters, tightening his grip.

she choked when Norman suddenly grabbed her by the neck

Stella removed the knife from Norman's chest surprisingly easily and stabbed it through Norman's arm...

through...

the blade was sticking out of the other side of his arm and he was now bleeding immensely...

Stella removed the knife from his arm just as easily as she had gotten it through, a flabbergasted expression on her face as she had not exactly planned all of this...

she was now covered in actual blood... Norman Polks blood...

her face went pale and her eyes went wide... her grip on the knife became tighter and she backed away from him, covering her mouth...

her reaction betrayed her act as she seemed as through she was about to faint from the sight of all this...

Without another word he lunged at her, grabbing her hair with his good hand and yanking, but she managed to slip out with only a sharp pain in her scalp. “Get back here, fucking brat!” He yelled, completely enraged. He wasn’t about to hold back on her cause she was a kid anymore, his only goal was to stop her mania from causing others around the studio pain.

Without a word, Hudson composed himself and lunged for the knife, grabbing it and disarming Stella.

He dodged the two struggling and gave Norman a look, signalling that he had taken the knife away.

Cadet training was kicking in fast, regardless if he liked it or not.

He helped Norman corner Stella, having the bloody knife in his hands and brown eyes that screamed in fury.

Stella pushed herself up into the corner, absolutely terrified. She knew she had to do something here but the options weren't all that great right now...

She either comes clean about what actually happened, which would probably make them more mad at her, or she could keep fighting and figure out how to survive...

either way this incident would definitely end up on her permanent record...

She's caught between a rock and a hard place, or rather, a wall and two very pissed off guys who can definitely kick her ass...

And she had no way out that didn't result in her getting hurt in some way...

It might not be a good idea...

But she decided to keep fighting...

She pushed up her glasses and took a deep breath...

"GAH! FUCK IT!!" Stella screamed as she pushed off of the wall and ran full force at Hudson, tackling him to the ground. She got on top of him, pressing her knee into his chest, and fought to get her knife back...

all of a sudden the light flicked back on...

( @ask-thelyricist )

Jack stood in the doorway, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed as he took in the scene in front of him. From Norman’s bloody form to Stella pinning Hudson to the floor, it was… Well, a scene.

“What… In the holy hell is going on…?” he asked quietly.

Hudson stared at Jack, while Stella's knees dug into his chest, making it hard to breathe. Stabbing into his lungs.

Tears glistened in his eyes when he saw Jack, his lips open as if to speak.

Instead he let out a wheezing sound, while struggling to filp Stella over due to his shock.

Until-

He narrowed his eyes and let out a scream of rage, kneeing Stella in the shoulder and kicking her off. Only to choke her and bring the lighter to her face. Tears falling down his face as he held the lighter close-

"I WILL KILL YOU."

@asknorman-polk or @ask-thelyricist

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jack cut in, rushing over to grab Hudson’s shoulder, pulling him off of Stella.

“Everyone pause for a moment, will you? Stop trying to kill each other for five seconds… What happened?!” His eyes cut between the younger man he was holding and Norman’s bloody arm and chest, looking downright scared. His eyes finally focused on the bloody knife lying on the floor.

“Hendricks; Henderson. Explain. Now.”

Hudson's breathing was ragged and uneven as hot tears still streamed down.

Before collasping on his knees and full on sobbing.

"I thOughT yoU weRe deAd," he said between sobs, before inhaling sharply between tears.

"AnD I wouLd nEveR geT the ChancE to SaY goodBye befOre I leavE!" He sobbed even louder, his chest heaving as he gripped the lighter tightly.

He sniffed, furiously trying to wipe the tears away, but they wouldn't stop. Being a full on wreck and not even drunk this time.

@ask-thelyricist

Jack sighed and sat down on his knees, pulling in Hudson and wrapping his arms around him. “I’m not dead, alright? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“…And the bloody knife?” he added after a moment, looking back up towards the other two, “who stabbed Norman?”

His eyes narrowed to Stella in front of him as he gestured towards the bloodied weapon with his head.

@asknorman-polk or @art-by-stella

“E’rything’s just fuckin’ peachy. This kid’s fixin to kill everyone in the whole damn studio, she’s the one who put the goddamned knife through my forearm. Fuck, I need a bandaid…something.” He mutters, his southern accent getting thicker right along with the tension. He tries to put pressure around the wound to make it bleed less but it’s not seeming to be working as his blood drips onto the floor.

@art-by-stella

"ah shit..." She looked up at them and sat up slowly, a bit shaken at this whole situation.

her eyes lingered on Hudson and Jack, a look of obvious regret on her face...

she made Hudson cry...

Stella just made Hudson Hendricks fucking cry...

she was taken aback by this, as Hudson was always so cold and mean. She had never seen him react to anything like this...

she was silent for a moment, thinking about what she had just done...

"I..." she began, "it- this... thing... uhh yea... was..." she stuttered, then took a deep breath, "this whole thing was supposed to be a prank on Mr. Lawrence, I swear I didn't mean for any of this to happen..." she spoke quickly, tensing up and squinting her eyes as if someone was about to hit her...

it didn't really seem like the others believed her...

“A prank?” Jack repeated incredulously. “You turned our projectionist into a gory mess! Not to mention scared the living hell out of Hudson. Was that your plan?!”

“I…” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and turning back to Hudson, “...this is a mess…”

“Here, Norman, you need to stop the bleeding or something,” Jack said as he took one of his arms away from Hudson and undid his tie. He pulled it off and handed it to Norman.

@asknorman-polk or @unnoticedunawarestillhere

Hudson felt rattled, his insides failing as the tears still streamed down his face. He wiped his eyes, feeling suddenly tired and uneasy.

He paused for a moment, feeling his mind still fog up, but....

He was him. Like him before all the ink shit.

IN THE WORST OF TIMES.

He then sobbed again, his hands covering his face. He bit his lip and pressed his face into Jack's chest, still not coping the information well.

He wasn't even mad.

Just scared.

@asknorman-polk @ask-thelyricist or @art-by-stella

he sighed, not knowing how this situation could get any worse. He tied jacks tie around his arm to stop the flow of blood to his arm, looking at the damage done. He looks down at his chest and gently touches the wound, which only resulted in a sharp pain stabbing through him causing him to flinch. He quickly moved his blood-soaked fingers and dragged them on the edge of his shirt, which was already too ruined to be worn again.

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

it took her a minute but eventually she calmed her cackling and finally spoke

Hudson froze, his lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. He stared at Stella, a wave of cold panic washing over.

Before it boiled to anger.

"You did what?" He barked, already marching towards her, brown eyes burning with rage. He grabbed her wrist and swung the knife out of her grip. "YOU DID WHAT?" He yelled at her, repeating his words.

Jack wasn't dead. He couldn't be. There was too much to be said. Even the little important words.

Words like: "I love you" or "You mean something to me, Dad".

He yanked her by her collar, his voice low and dangerous, "Explain, Henderson, or you're gonna be lit."

He whipped out his lighter.

"HA HA! WOAH-" the spark of insanity in her eyes flicked to fear quite quickly as he threw the knife from her hands and grabbed her by the collar.

Stella's eyes flickered from the lighter to Hudson. There was probably no way to explain what she was doing without getting set aflame...

"i-... i- I'm sor- sorry Mr. Hendricks-..." she stuttered out, absolutely terrified.

( @asknorman-polk now lol come help me...)

oh fuck...

now Norman was fucking pissed at her...

he was calm the majority of the time...

Stella had royally fucked up...

"uhh- I-... I-... shit-..."

okay... okay... we're gonna do this then...

Stella looked up at Norman and then back at Hudson. she started this shit, she was gonna finish this shit...

she hit Hudson in the face with her palm, not hard enough to break anything but it definitely caught him off guard. she then kicked him in the knee, making him stumble a bit backwards.

Stella bolted for her knife, grabbing it quickly and charging after Norman.

the bitch actually was insane...

she choked when Norman suddenly grabbed her by the neck

Stella removed the knife from Norman's chest surprisingly easily and stabbed it through Norman's arm...

through...

the blade was sticking out of the other side of his arm and he was now bleeding immensely...

Stella removed the knife from his arm just as easily as she had gotten it through, a flabbergasted expression on her face as she had not exactly planned all of this...

she was now covered in actual blood... Norman Polks blood...

her face went pale and her eyes went wide... her grip on the knife became tighter and she backed away from him, covering her mouth...

her reaction betrayed her act as she seemed as through she was about to faint from the sight of all this...

Without a word, Hudson composed himself and lunged for the knife, grabbing it and disarming Stella.

He dodged the two struggling and gave Norman a look, signalling that he had taken the knife away.

Cadet training was kicking in fast, regardless if he liked it or not.

He helped Norman corner Stella, having the bloody knife in his hands and brown eyes that screamed in fury.

Stella pushed herself up into the corner, absolutely terrified. She knew she had to do something here but the options weren't all that great right now...

She either comes clean about what actually happened, which would probably make them more mad at her, or she could keep fighting and figure out how to survive...

either way this incident would definitely end up on her permanent record...

She's caught between a rock and a hard place, or rather, a wall and two very pissed off guys who can definitely kick her ass...

And she had no way out that didn't result in her getting hurt in some way...

It might not be a good idea...

But she decided to keep fighting...

She pushed up her glasses and took a deep breath...

all of a sudden the light flicked back on...

( @ask-thelyricist )

Jack stood in the doorway, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed as he took in the scene in front of him. From Norman’s bloody form to Stella pinning Hudson to the floor, it was… Well, a scene.

“What… In the holy hell is going on…?” he asked quietly.

Hudson stared at Jack, while Stella's knees dug into his chest, making it hard to breathe. Stabbing into his lungs.

Tears glistened in his eyes when he saw Jack, his lips open as if to speak.

Instead he let out a wheezing sound, while struggling to filp Stella over due to his shock.

Until-

"I WILL KILL YOU."

@asknorman-polk or @ask-thelyricist

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jack cut in, rushing over to grab Hudson’s shoulder, pulling him off of Stella.

“Hendricks; Henderson. Explain. Now.”

Hudson's breathing was ragged and uneven as hot tears still streamed down.

Before collasping on his knees and full on sobbing.

"I thOughT yoU weRe deAd," he said between sobs, before inhaling sharply between tears.

"AnD I wouLd nEveR geT the ChancE to SaY goodBye befOre I leavE!" He sobbed even louder, his chest heaving as he gripped the lighter tightly.

He sniffed, furiously trying to wipe the tears away, but they wouldn't stop. Being a full on wreck and not even drunk this time.

@ask-thelyricist

Jack sighed and sat down on his knees, pulling in Hudson and wrapping his arms around him. “I’m not dead, alright? I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“…And the bloody knife?” he added after a moment, looking back up towards the other two, “who stabbed Norman?”

His eyes narrowed to Stella in front of him as he gestured towards the bloodied weapon with his head.

@asknorman-polk or @art-by-stella

@art-by-stella

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

it took her a minute but eventually she calmed her cackling and finally spoke

Hudson froze, his lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. He stared at Stella, a wave of cold panic washing over.

Before it boiled to anger.

"You did what?" He barked, already marching towards her, brown eyes burning with rage. He grabbed her wrist and swung the knife out of her grip. "YOU DID WHAT?" He yelled at her, repeating his words.

Jack wasn't dead. He couldn't be. There was too much to be said. Even the little important words.

Words like: "I love you" or "You mean something to me, Dad".

He yanked her by her collar, his voice low and dangerous, "Explain, Henderson, or you're gonna be lit."

He whipped out his lighter.

"HA HA! WOAH-" the spark of insanity in her eyes flicked to fear quite quickly as he threw the knife from her hands and grabbed her by the collar.

Stella's eyes flickered from the lighter to Hudson. There was probably no way to explain what she was doing without getting set aflame...

"i-... i- I'm sor- sorry Mr. Hendricks-..." she stuttered out, absolutely terrified.

( @asknorman-polk now lol come help me...)

oh fuck...

now Norman was fucking pissed at her...

he was calm the majority of the time...

Stella had royally fucked up...

"uhh- I-... I-... shit-..."

okay... okay... we're gonna do this then...

Stella looked up at Norman and then back at Hudson. she started this shit, she was gonna finish this shit...

she hit Hudson in the face with her palm, not hard enough to break anything but it definitely caught him off guard. she then kicked him in the knee, making him stumble a bit backwards.

Stella bolted for her knife, grabbing it quickly and charging after Norman.

the bitch actually was insane...

she choked when Norman suddenly grabbed her by the neck

Stella removed the knife from Norman's chest surprisingly easily and stabbed it through Norman's arm...

through...

the blade was sticking out of the other side of his arm and he was now bleeding immensely...

Stella removed the knife from his arm just as easily as she had gotten it through, a flabbergasted expression on her face as she had not exactly planned all of this...

she was now covered in actual blood... Norman Polks blood...

her face went pale and her eyes went wide... her grip on the knife became tighter and she backed away from him, covering her mouth...

her reaction betrayed her act as she seemed as through she was about to faint from the sight of all this...

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

it took her a minute but eventually she calmed her cackling and finally spoke

Hudson froze, his lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. He stared at Stella, a wave of cold panic washing over.

Before it boiled to anger.

"You did what?" He barked, already marching towards her, brown eyes burning with rage. He grabbed her wrist and swung the knife out of her grip. "YOU DID WHAT?" He yelled at her, repeating his words.

Jack wasn't dead. He couldn't be. There was too much to be said. Even the little important words.

Words like: "I love you" or "You mean something to me, Dad".

He yanked her by her collar, his voice low and dangerous, "Explain, Henderson, or you're gonna be lit."

He whipped out his lighter.

"HA HA! WOAH-" the spark of insanity in her eyes flicked to fear quite quickly as he threw the knife from her hands and grabbed her by the collar.

Stella's eyes flickered from the lighter to Hudson. There was probably no way to explain what she was doing without getting set aflame...

"i-... i- I'm sor- sorry Mr. Hendricks-..." she stuttered out, absolutely terrified.

( @asknorman-polk now lol come help me...)

oh fuck...

now Norman was fucking pissed at her...

he was calm the majority of the time...

Stella had royally fucked up...

"uhh- I-... I-... shit-..."

okay... okay... we're gonna do this then...

Stella looked up at Norman and then back at Hudson. she started this shit, she was gonna finish this shit...

she hit Hudson in the face with her palm, not hard enough to break anything but it definitely caught him off guard. she then kicked him in the knee, making him stumble a bit backwards.

Stella bolted for her knife, grabbing it quickly and charging after Norman.

the bitch actually was insane...

*you and Sammy were in Sammy's office arguing or some shit idfk*

"Sammy..." she muttered. she acknowledged Hudson with a nod in his direction before throwing her head back and cackling like a maniac. :]

- @art-by-stella

Hudson stared at in suspicion, already turning away from Sammy, whom he was already so done with.

"Can I help you or are you just going to giggle like a creepy doll all day?" He asked, his tone unconcerned and tired.

(Stella wtf??)

it took her a minute but eventually she calmed her cackling and finally spoke

Hudson froze, his lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. He stared at Stella, a wave of cold panic washing over.

Before it boiled to anger.

"You did what?" He barked, already marching towards her, brown eyes burning with rage. He grabbed her wrist and swung the knife out of her grip. "YOU DID WHAT?" He yelled at her, repeating his words.

Jack wasn't dead. He couldn't be. There was too much to be said. Even the little important words.

Words like: "I love you" or "You mean something to me, Dad".

He yanked her by her collar, his voice low and dangerous, "Explain, Henderson, or you're gonna be lit."

He whipped out his lighter.

"HA HA! WOAH-" the spark of insanity in her eyes flicked to fear quite quickly as he threw the knife from her hands and grabbed her by the collar.

Stella's eyes flickered from the lighter to Hudson. There was probably no way to explain what she was doing without getting set aflame...

"i-... i- I'm sor- sorry Mr. Hendricks-..." she stuttered out, absolutely terrified.

( @asknorman-polk now lol come help me...)

#batim #writer hudson #stella henderson

how would Norman react to the song California

Girls being his theme song..?

(btw if ya want context, go ask @a-walking-contradiction :]...)

(Erm…well I will start off by saying pop……….wasn't popular in that time period…)

“My…theme song? What even is California girls? Like…the state?”

(Alt reaction after he heard the song)

“Wow. This is what people think is my theme song? What have I done.”

#batim #norman polk #batim au #batim projectionist #the projectionist #norman polk batim #bendy and the ink machine #batim fanart

"heya! Uhh... I drew the group! At least the ones I've met so far... "

"me and the guys I see most often!"

"and my bestie Wally as sort of a cameraman!" Cause I wanted to include him somehow and he didn't fit in the bg lol :]

( @asknorman-polk , @asksamuellawrence, @ask-thelyricist, @unnoticedunawarestillhere, and me in order in the bg, @im-outa-here in the second pic, and @yourfavouriteboyrider on the floor being the main character over there XD )

“Heyy, this is so cool! It’s the group!”

Why is Hudson disgusted with me…

Well, you see, he seems like someone who would not exactly appreciate being touched, nevertheless pulled into a group photo against his will... So yea... That plus Stella sees him in a bit of a negative light because of rumors and his actions towards her and she doesn't exactly understand you and Hudson's bond so she kinda thinks it's more of a one sided friendship and not a father/son kinda thing :]

Also the goal with his facial expression was more annoyance and not disgust so ya, I'll fix that when I digitize it :3

-Walks up to Norman- "..."

-Hugs him-

-Hudson trying to get over his fear :3-

“Aw, thanks kid. There’s no reason to be afraid y’know, I may look intimidating but I won’t hurt ya.

(sorry about late response + dry one I’m real busy-)

justuravghazbin

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Here... *Throws my fanart at you :3*

#batim au #norman polk #batim projectionist #batim #the projectionist #norman polk batim #bendy and the ink machine

O M G YOUR FANART KILLS ME EVERY TIME I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW NURMAN

"Mr Polk..." *Mildly irritated sigh* "I lost my goddamn notebook and uhh... Last time I had it I was showing you a drawing... Must've set it down somewhere, have you seen it around..?"

- @art-by-stella

(lmao I lost my notebook irl T-T)

“No, I haven’t. Maybe check the lost and found? Then again I wouldn’t go near Joey’s office if I could help it. I mean, do you remember the last place you had it? That’s about the best I can offer you, kid. Hope you find it though.”

(Really boring response but Norman is boring so it’s okay. I still love him Dw)

#batim #norman polk #batim au #the projectionist #batim projectionist #norman polk batim #bendy and the ink machine

Hudson: Do you ever look at a flight of stairs and wonder how many bones you could break jumping down?

.....

Not that I wonder this.

“Someti—wait, NO.”

*Jumps.*