My muse just drank a love potion, but it’s causing them to become dangerously obsessed with your muse.
He loomed over the stranger with a grin, staring them down immensely. He had drunken some kind of elixir he had found in a broom closet, the bottle tossed to the side. He was suddenly very fascinated by this stranger.
“ Hello there. Are you lost, little sheep?”
Well.
The Repairman knew of Bendy, but he didn’t expect to see…something wearing a busted mask of the Toon. He looked like he was made of the same strange ink…
The inkblot looked up at the other, and couldn’t help feeling a little unease at how the stranger seemed to be looking at him.
“Um…hi,” he waved.
Little sheep? Well, a phrase like that was a bad sign.
“…No, just gotta… just gotta get my bearings, thanks.”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 