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@inkdecay (CBKW)
Such a poor teenager. Having to deal with such a madman on stage in front of almost everyone. Despite having such an injury, this Black Hat doesn’t seem to care one bit. Even after what that poor ignorant artist Henry had done to defend him. A powerful relationship in the making, isn’t it?
“Is he done with you now? Or should I go find something the size of a cow?” Does he sound like he cares about Oliver? Maybe or maybe not? Heck even I’m not sure.
@inkdecay and David Banks in: Believing the Real-Material
“U-Um...!” Even more shocked than how someone else would see the dancing demon was how David Banks entered SillyVision, or Joey Drew Studios would be named. He held his folder tighter to his chest as if he was a schoolgirl transfer as he stared down at the little guy. And man was he short. Guess that’s cartoon logic for them, right Disney? His legs were shaking a little as he could never imagine being face to face with a cartoon character. Could...Could this happen to every company? He sure hoped not..well that depends on how this meeting goes.
Clearly, he was supposed to be seeing the star of the show from another perspective, as his partner Mayonie Theodore suggested. He thought there would be the voice actor doing the interview instead of the real deal. And oh was he wrong.
“I-I’m sorry..” He apologized nervously as he glances to the side, “I-I just didn’t really believed Mayonie when she suspected something real about the materials your supervisor uses. Now I do...” He straightens himself up. Be professional Banks, you’re with the star of the show now. “I actually came to interview you..such as Mayonie did with him. Mind if we sit down somewhere?”
@inkdecay
It had only been a few days since Boris woke up strapped to a table with a hole in his chest, he had made Bendy jump like he saw a ghost, but Boris was starting to get used to the broken and empty studio.He almost didn’t notice the small fuzzy creature that raced across the floor ,but he managed to catch a glimpse of it out the corner of his eye before it vanished into a hole in the wall.
Boris was certain that it had to be a mouse and he got down on the floor to take a look in the hole. When he didn’t see anything he decided to stick his hand in there to check, when he tried to remove it Boris realized he was stuck.
“Bendy, pal!” Boris yells out in hopes that his friend could hear him
So many people becoming members of something... Was it a club? If even Ori was joining, it was probably something fun--she wants in!
“Want be mem’er! Want be mem’er!”
Starter for @inkdecay
Saul was a bit confused by the creature. He’d seen many types of creatures before in his books. But this one looked off. Like it had jumped right out of an old cartoon.
He crouched down and squinted at the demon for a long moment without saying anything. Finally his tipped his oversized wizard’s cap up and straightened to his full height. He had a very proud air about him.
Even though he was wearing a lazy hoodie and jeans, something made him seemed proper. Not how he looked exactly but more like a feeling being pushed at the viewer that made them want to believe that he was more proper than he actually was.
“You some kinda weird cat? Or are you an imp?”
@inkdecay
[⌘]-- Okay, this place may be old and abandoned for all local people know. But this is probably still considered trespassing.
Well, here’s to hope that nobody will mind it.
Well, it’s common to hear that once or twice in a while those groups of teenagers would fool around with ouija boards inside that establishment, but such occurrences have never been concreted as more than mere rumors. Sounds like a thing teenagers would do though, alright.
Not that she would know. She’s only eight.
Yet, there she was. However. Quite far away from becoming a teenager. Not with a group, but on her own. Not with an ouija board, but with only an oil lamp that was actually a modern flashlight just aesthetically built to resemble an oil lamp. But its batteries were a little bit weak, though, so its light wasn’t as strong as it was supposed to. But it does the job, hopefully.
... okay, perhaps this isn’t what children usually do or should do to pass time. But what else is one supposed to do to pass time when there’s literally nobody to spend time with, and the only two people in your life work like HELL to make sure she’s got needs covered, almost all the time?
If only she hadn’t ruined their lives back then...
One can’t just stay home on their own, doing the same things over and over. Eventually it just won’t do it, and probably even alienate one after a long time doing the same things.
It’s one of the reasons she’s here now.
As Madotsuki walked inside, the first things she was greeted with, by her sides, were old cartoon posters hanging up the walls of the entrance hall.
‘Bendy in The Dancing Demon’? ‘Bendy in Little Devil Darlin’? ‘Bendy in Sheep Songs! with Boris the Wolf’?
Granted, she couldn’t see the character’s face in those posters in particular (Save for Boris the Wolf’s), however it still gave her a strong vibe of classic vintage cartoons, like that of the black & white Mickey Mouse.
But, Dancing DEMON? Was it already common back then to introduce these kinds of figures into a kid’s show? If not, then it might have been the first in history... unless they used ‘demon’ in a figurative sense for one’s dancing skills, akin to the term ‘speed demon’.
As the small child walked further in, it was actually surprising to see that this place wasn’t so engulfed in darkness and poor light as one would think for this being an old, long closed establishment. Sure it wasn’t lit, but she could actually set her oil lamp-shaped flashlight down and save its batteries for whenever she may actually need to rely on them.
It was dusty, yes. Yet not as dusty as a place that was apparently shut off for DECADES should probably be.
On that wooden floor, her little steps were a little bit loud and rather creaky, despite her very light weight.
And right up ahead it seemed to be even more lit, as the small girl ventured even further in with a couple more steps. Some weird wheels??? in a wall... Wooden tables, wooden desks, wooden chairs... papers. Papers every-freaking-where. Ah! There is the source of that light in particular.
Is that an old PROJECTOR facing the wall? Looks like it, despite being a model likely from back in the time of black & white TV. Right next to the blank projection, was a CUT-OUT of a vintage cartoon character, leaned against a corner, a bit taller than her tiny frame. With a grin so large and expression so cheerful their cheeks seemed lightly squeezed. Their body was very familiar though, almost the same as the one in the Dancing Demon posters she just saw at the entrance.
Is this the character owning the BENDY name from the posters?
“Wait...”
Madotsuki twisted back around upon a single realization, that maybe should have struck her earlier, but...
How could the projector be ON? In this old and abandoned place?? She sure didn’t turn it on, she didn’t even touch it!
screams of the damned | @inkdecay | 🎼
“Take a look in the mirror----what do you see...?”
inkdecay
Should the melting Bendy be surprised that there’s another of him? Probably. Should he be more surprised that this Bendy isn’t a melting mass like he is? Yeah. Jealous? Most certainly! Though he won’t say it, everyone’s going to melt at some point.
The melting one shifts around the other, looking them up and down just to make sure that this one at lest looked like their cartoon version and there wasn’t some difference to them that they haven’t noticed. Closer look to Bendy, Encre, it was hard to tell where his legs are due to the excessive amount of ink dripping off of them.
There’s another thought creeping into his head on how this Bendy got here. Was it from the Ink Machine? Such a strange contraption that oddly couldn’t just produce ink like it was built for.
“ You are? “
