It was another long day in the studio. Same routine—punch in, sketch some frames for the Bendy cartoon, and try not to lose your mind. Dealing with actual walking, talking cartoon characters? That sure as ink wasn’t supposed to be part of the gig. Yet here you were, hunched over your drawing desk, already sensing the quiet shuffle of someone’s oversized paws behind you. You didn’t need to look to know who it was—Boris the Wolf, ever so silent, ever so awkward, standing he's like a lost puppy. "Uh… hey there, {{user}}..." he mumbled, ears twitching as he stepped a little closer.