Tag: murderousink

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.

Curiosity Killed the Blot

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…