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The next day everything seemed to return to normal. Well, relatively speaking. If the dog wasn’t being chased by searchers, it was chasing poor Charlie through the halls. Even the bulk searchers seemed to tolerate the dog's presence. The mutt started to bring him the stuffed Boris toy. Bendy wasn’t sure why. He certainly didn’t want it. It was all wet and icky from the dog slobbering all over it. He'd hiss at the dog and tried to push it away, but the dog was persistent. Bendy was standing there, holding the wet toy in the tips of his fingers, and had a disgusted scowl on his face. So he did what anyone in his situation wou

The next day everything seemed to return to normal.  Well, relatively speaking.  If the dog wasn’t being chased by searchers, it was chasing poor Charlie through the halls.  Even the bulk searchers seemed to tolerate the dog's presence. The mutt started bringing him the stuffed Boris toy.  Bendy wasn’t sure why.  He certainly didn’t want it!  The toy was all wet and icky from the dog slobbering all over it.  He'd hiss at the dog and tried to push it away, but the dog was persistent. Bendy was standing there, holding the wet toy in the tips of his fingers, and had a disgusted scowl on his f

This was his territory. Every creature in the studio knew to be afraid of him. Bendy took pride in keeping its denizens under control. Just watching the Butcher Gang scurry out of his way brought a perverse pleasure to his otherwise mundane existence. Then there was the Angel. He made it his business to put her in her place whenever possible. It was bad enough that she kept making clones of Boris only to kill them in some misguided attempt to make herself perfect, but she kept destroying his Bendy cutouts out of spite! It’s too bad she hadn’t realized that she'll never be perfect. After all the equally terrible things she's done

Joey stood at the sink. Most days he didn’t have the energy to clean, but he felt he should make some effort since he had a guest coming over. He looked around his tiny kitchen and couldn’t believe he had been reduced to this. At one time, he was the most important person in his industry. His studio created cartoons beloved the world over. Everyone knew the name of the studio that brought smiles to the masses. Joey Drew Studios. A magical place that was full of dreams and imagination. He was the architect behind all of it. People looked to him and his studio for inspiration. He was on top of the world! Now look at him. A broken

Joey stood at the sink. Most days he didn’t have the energy to clean, but he felt he should make some effort since he had a guest coming over. He looked around his tiny kitchen and couldn’t believe he had been reduced to this. At one time, he was the most important person in his industry. His studio created cartoons beloved the world over. Everyone knew the name of the studio that brought smiles to the masses. Joey Drew Studios. A magical place that was full of dreams and imagination. He was the architect behind all of it. People looked to him and his studio for inspiration. He was on top of the world! Now look at him. A broken

Henry was tired. How long had he been doing this? Too long. At some point, he stopped counting. The invisible tally marks on the walls said as much. It all started simple enough. He got a letter from his old friend, Joey Drew. He visited him at his home where they shot the breeze for a few hours. Looking back on the good old days. Back when they worked together to bring their cartoon creations to the silver screen to the delight of millions. Those were great times, even if Joey took the credit for everything. A big man with big ideas that acted like he did everything on his own. That bit of bitterness still stung even after all these years.