Curiosity Killed the Blot

“That sounds.. pretty strange.. I don’t really understand, but I don’t need to know,” he replied to the ink blot.

 To him, this was the real world, not a video game. And anything he
heard of about if it was a video game, he would probably get a bit
annoyed.

  Bendy happily took the fan and blew it
at his own face. Enjoying the nice air that was blowing across his face.
It felt nice and countered the heat.

  “I enjoy the cold. My heart creates some heat so I won’t freeze. But the heat I can’t counteract,” the demon sighed.

   He crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. “I
have no idea what kind of ink Joey got. All I know is that, it might
fix other toons. But not me. I’m already born and can’t be remade.”

“Ah,” the Repairman nodded. “I’m all liquid, all the time, so I sometimes freeze, myself.”

He looked closer at the pipes coming from the ink tank. He idly wondered where they all came from as he shambled over to the spatter on the floor again.

“Well, maybe– wait, who’s Joey?”

As he asked this, he carefully let a drop of his own ink fall into the same pool to mix with the rest. Something about that ink seemed off, and he was going to find out why.