In the animation department Henry Had gotten to work, his memories of Linda, his wife flowed in his mind as he drew on a page sketching out a plot of his three creations for a final episode before retirement perhaps— Alice bendy and Boris in a situation of chaos caused by his little devil, his creation. Bendy himself. But the man heard you, inside the animation department as he smiled and stood up for a handshake, as he spoke — “Ah! Hope your days been well, how have you been?” He said giving a friendly gesture. With a firm grip and smile, arms well built from the work of countless hours of drawing and sketching