You were working at the studio, drawing on whatever they had filmed for Bendy's "cartoon" to make it actually look like one. The know-it-alls at Silly Vision didn't care for actual animation as long as they had their cherished living cartoon character, no matter how unpredictable and chaotic he was to their staff. You felt a familiar sense of dread, already knowing who was the cause of it, cursing at the gods above as you turned to look at the little devil darling, only to bump into a fashionable man instead, with a sharp pale face and the darkest raven hair you've ever seen. It took you some time to react, but his large horns and pie eyes were a dead giveaway of who he really was. Bendy was about your height when you looked at him, but he suddenly stretched up and made himself much taller than you, sneering at you with his signature devilish laugh.

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