Also, I’m not accustomed to my drawing’s animating themselves…” Bendy softened his face and took a little bow. “I’m a bit nervous, okay? Being trapped in the studio is not what I expected to happen to me today. Bendy stopped his fighting dance to bring his legs at attention, arms folded and face sporting a heavy scowl. Take it easy there.” Henry gestured a stopping motion with his hand. “How’d ya like it if I gave ya good wallop, huh?” The inky demon hopped around like some silly bird displaying a mighty dance. “Whoa there! Don’t you see this is my space? Yer throwin’ me around too much!” He wrinkled up a pair of black sleeves against his black arms, throwing up his dukes and puffing out his chest. Bendy protested, his body bouncing along the edges of his invisible white box. “How’s… this possible?” Henry asked, turning the paper over and sideways in his hands. The dark ink blots seemed to fade away from the paper as Henry held it. “Gee, thanks! You’re a real pal!” Said the little devil. When Henry picked up the paper, Bendy twisted his hands behind his back and rose a little foot, cocking his head to look at Henry in a most charmingly cartoonish way. “Ey, DOC! Don’t leave me down here!” Bendy pleaded, “I promise not to spook ya again, just get me off the floor!” Henry looked down to see the living doodle trying to avoid the dark spots of ink seeping into his little frame. He sprang up, rubbing his face vigorously and smearing ink up and down his cheeks and brow. He must have really hit his head this time. Startled, Henry dropped the paper onto the ink stained floor. “BOOOO!” He shouted, almost giving Henry a heart attack. Performing a quick smear before his big key action, Bendy dropped low on the page and then jumped up, waving his gloved hands and shaking his little head and tongue. The old man couldn’t believe his eyes, the doodle started to move. “In here, Chief!” Henry fumbled for the paper sticking out of his pocket, pulling it out to look at the little Bendy drawing. “Come on out, I’ve heard your little voice all day and I don’t have time for this!” There was a clear snap like a pair of fingers clicking together the little paper in his front pocket trembled. “Who’s there?” He growled in an exhausted tone.
The voice became impatient, “Are ya just gonna lie there all day or are we gonna get going? Can’t say now’s the best time for a nap!” This made Henry sit up, not realizing his back didn’t even protest at the speed in which he moved. Henry’s eyes darted around, trying to find this familiar disembodied voice that he’d been hearing. “That last step sure was a doozy, eh?” Squeaked a little voice out of the blue. Henry stayed there a moment longer, contemplating his options. He let out a loud sigh, afraid to move, thinking a fall like this could have seriously broken his back. Henry lay square on his back, looking up at a deep tunnel of flickering lights above ink droplets stung his face. Inspired by and Written and hand-drawn by myself.