@littleinkydevil
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“U-Uuuh, Bendy! Bendy, a little help!” Henry exclaimed as he saw the other Bendy hurl a large desk right for them, but his Bendy would just whistle his usual tone, the jingle of his old show, just looking at the desk flying right for them, before he’d raise his arm - ink dripping from it - and then raise his arm up as a large ink-web formed, trapping the desk and minimizing damage.
“Calm ya palookaz, I got it!” Bendy exclaimed with a big proud grin, to which Henry just bapped his “son” on the head gently. “Owie! Hey, wha’ gives Pops?”
“Not everything has to be based on comedic timing, Bendy... poor guy. He thinks I’m Joey, too.” Henry sighed, straightening his tie a bit as he looked down to it... no, that was posh-looking. Only guy who wore posh stuff was Joey. He yanked it off, ditching it and the jacket he wore, now just wearing a simple white satin short-sleeve shirt. He’d slowly approach the other Bendy, crouching down as he spoke slowly. “Bendy? Bendy, I want you to relax... I am not Joey. It’s me, Henry...”














