![]() ![]() Instead of a sleeveless dress was almost a blouse-like design that was drenched in ink to resemble the dress’ shape. ![]() This ink creature had hair that he was right to assume flowed all the way into a skirt that seemed to be just a column of ink reaching the floor. ![]() The Alice design he saw before from the posters and toys had shorter hair and dress skirt. Like if someone tried to make an Alice, but her proportions were too long and they didn't exactly understand the model sheet. The book slipped off as he glanced up at the newcomer, going wide-eyed at the sight. He whistled out a defeated little tune as he heard someone clearing their throat above him. As if for good measure, his book had a delayed landing over his head, further embarrassing him. īendy managed to land on his feet but momentum kept him stumbling forwards, spinning his arms around for balance before he ungracefully flopped in front of the angel. The abrupt noise stopped the singing and the singer, drawing her attention to Bendy as the small toon got bounced off with a ‘fwee!’. He promptly jumped the fence and landed onto the dusty thing with a squeak of springs and squeak of his own. He eyed a couch right below him and took a big breath. Not wanting to lose sight of his possible help, Bendy quickly sat the Boris doll down next to the train, picked up the book, and ran back to the fence. Maybe she saw where the Projectionist went! She had a really nice voice, kind of like an angel. The stranger was carrying some sort of basket as she continued her way across the Heavenly Toys hall, singing her lovely song. She had a cascade of black ink pouring from her head in a flow of hair that became seamless to the skirt, and her long arms were dipped in black as well like gloves. It was real this time not crackling through a speaker or echoing from a dream.īendy finished pulling himself together and from the balcony, watched a tall, slender figure emerge from one of the entrances below, seeming to almost glide across the floor with a long skirt of ink. Along with that was also just more sloshing and dripping of ink, and once again, that humming. He listened hard for any clicking of the projector head or static of the speaker but all that echoed in the hall was the toy factory's distant clanks and kachunks. It was a bit hard to focus on reforming himself as he felt just the slightest panic growing at the thought of being alone. The train was still there, and so was the book and the dolls… There were no bubbly puddles or splatters or anything besides his own mess to show any evidence of enemies showing up.īendy shakily got to his feet, feeling still a little wobbly. They were gone.īendy sat shocked at the empty space beside him before looking around wildly for his friend. Maybe they fell asleep too, Bendy wondered. The Projectionist was all too quiet as Bendy willed his arms back into shape so he gave a quick glance to his companion. Concerning! His limbs felt weirdly weak and jiggly whenever this happens. With that confusing and scary dream, Bendy guessed that he started melting in his sleep. He found himself still sitting against the oversized Alice Angel doll, book slid closed, and hugging onto the Boris plushie tight. And a beautiful humming tune.īendy woke up, for real this time, feeling like he lost something. All he could feel was sluggish limbs, dull pain, and hear the well of voices tugging him back. The voices. His eyes felt too heavy as something shook him, desperate for his attention, to know he was okay. He was looking at the huge hall of Heavenly Toys.Ī clicking sound. Suddenly he was in an elevator, telling someone to be careful that he'd only take a few minutes. He was backseating as someone else seemed to claw their own way out from well of voices Bendy expected to feel their pulling and clawing, attempting to drag him in with their despair, but something was off.īendy felt like he was moving forward, but it wasn't his own doing. There was swirling inky darkness and those voices again, always those voices. He last remembered nodding off above the toy factory, with the Projectionist… Was this a dream? Or was he somehow back in that nothingness?
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