Bendy snapped his fingers when the other toon shared what and who he was. “I knew it! You got toon written all over you.. But Repair man for the forth wall? What’s that all about?” he asked, scratching his head.
Eyes shut when he felt the fan blow on him. Doing this to
the toon made him like the other. There were no fans or AC in the old
building. “Ah yes.. thank you, blobby,” he purred.“Spawn point? Oh.. like a game? This is no game you’re
in. You’re in the real world. On Earth. I was brought to this world by
that!” he hissed and pointed to the machine. “I would destroy it
if I could. I’ve used mallets and everything. But nothing will break it.
I don’t want other toons to suffer like I am… You see, my body is
rejected in this world and decomposes. Only to come back since I am
immortal.”
“Heh, yeah…” the Repairman replied, trying to find the right words for his job. “I…um… I fix the boundary between our worlds and the…ugh…’real’ one, I think they call it…?”
As Bendy explained, the inkblot realized that was probably the wrong answer. This was definitely a video game world, yes. But given Bendy’s situation, would he be happy to know that he was written this way, and apparently pretty recently at that?
Of course, the Repairman knew he wasn’t like that. He was definitely made in the ‘30s. Yup.
“…Sheesh.”
That was all the Repairman could say in response. He handed the fan to Bendy.
“Here. I have more issues with the cold, myself, so…”
He looked at the machine. So Bendy came out of that nozzle, and onto the floor there. Made out of whatever ink that was…
“You think maybe a different kind of ink would help?” the Repairman asked. Maybe the stuff was just poor quality…
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