The Ink demon smiled and hummed along, swinging his legs back and forth as his head bobbed in time to the music. Sammy put the violin up to his neck and played what he had written down, making sure it made sense. "You're up late, can't sleep?" Sammy questioned. Bendy smiled and waved at him before going to sit on one of the bacon soup boxes in the corner. The man was playing the violin, muttering notes under his breath and writing them down when he found a tune he liked. Once he was done fixing up the worse of the leaks, he went over to the Music Department to listen better. He often did a lot more work at these hours than he did during the actual work hours. (A/N: Okay so it's 1935 and Duct Tape wasn't invented till 1942, but this is my story so who cares).Īs he began to fix the broken leaking pipes, he could hear Sammy playing in his office. Inside were many things, but what he was specifically looking for was the duct tape. He reached out and opened the top drawer, digging around for what he wanted. Joey was also slumped at his desk when he entered the office, snoring over his pile of paperwork as he came over to him. He got out of bed and went for a walk instead, trailing the dark halls as he thought of something to do.Īn idea popped into his head, Sammy was always complaining about the pipes, why not fix them? Everything he needed would be in Joey's office. Bendy didn't get much sleep, but when he next awoke, Henry was slumped at his desk out cold and drooling on his work.
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"Goodnight, Bendy" he said, returning to the Music Department to catch up on his work. Daniel was off sick today, so it was up to Sammy to be Joey's little errand boy, or in his case 'errand man'.īendy curled up on his bed. Sammy peered in "You sure?" he said, handing Henry some notes on drawing designs Dot had asked for her previous script she had written. The man looked up from his desk and smiled sadly as he noticed his inky son's black eye. The small ink demon walked back to the Art Department, sitting down on his small camper bed in the corner as he reached Henry's area. "I see, shut the door," he said, sitting down at his desk. Joey heaved himself up by leaning on his desk. "I wanted to apologize for my earlier behavior," Bendy said nervously, scuffing the floor with his foot. Now I say again, what do you want you disobedient brat?" he snapped. Joey sat up carefully and leaned against his desk, wincing a little as his head spun. "Are you okay?" he asked, a little concerned for his Creator. Bendy came in and stood not too far away from. Joey turned his head "What do you want?" he growled. "Joey?" Bendy called, knocking on the door. Joey was on the floor by his desk and didn't look thrilled at being there. Henry huffed "You want me to make you one too, Boris?"īoris nodded and licked his muzzle as drool ran down his chin, he loooooved bacon soup.īendy finished his food and got down off the bench "I better go apologize to Joey." he said, his sentence trailing off as he realized Joey would most likely be in a bad mood. "Yes, and expensive, Joeys told you to stop doing it"īendy grumbled, he wouldn't stop, he liked eating them.īoris came in, sniffing about and whining when he saw Bendy with food in his hand.
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Linda always grew some veges in the garden back home, his mouth watered at the thought of crunching a carrot, he was so sick of Bacon soup.īut it was the only free stuff Joey allowed his staff, that and toilet paper, but you couldn't eat toilet paper.īendy chowed down on his lunch, innocent and unaware of the outside issues that bothered the human race.īendy shrugged "Wouldn't know, can't taste it" Henry wasn't even sure when he had last had fresh food.
The more popular they grew the more of an ego Joey built and the more everything was hurried along with the public's demands. Yet the studio was thriving kids loved the cartoons Joey Drew Studio's produced and so did most adults. Being year five of the Great Depression meant everything was far too expensive.
Henry picked Bendy up and set him on the bench as he liked watching him make food.īendy's standard was a drained can of Bacon soup between two slices of bread. The kitchen was strangely lacking the wolf toon as they entered it, the familiar drip of the sink tap and the humming of the fridge the only noises. The Cartoonist set him down on the floor and took his hand "Come in then, before Boris eats everything" he joked.īendy scoffed "He won't eat everything, will he?" okay, now he was worried, what if Boris did eat everything? Bendy nodded, it didn't matter what he ate, he couldn't taste it anyway. "The standard?" was Henry's next question. Bendy nodded, uncurling himself from Henry's arms as he stretched. "Hungry?" Henry asked as he heard Bendy's stomach rumble loudly.
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