Devil Darlin !

Henry’s eyes immediately darted down to the small toon that was clinging his life on him. Immediate fear widening his eyelids. When did the toon get here? How did he get here? Why was he here?

By the strike of fear, Henry holds Bendy close to himself, hugging him as if he was carrying a child ( in which Bendy could be, due to his height ), with up to no familiarity on what to do. But, that didn’t mean he could lie.

[ I - I didn’t know there was water in here either Bendy . . ! I’m…as scared as you are at this point. ]

Another glance around the room, every single individual, including these cursed replicas of the fallen partygoers at their podiums, awaiting for an enzyme to initiate this trial, conversations going along already.

[ A - An episode..? Bendy, I’m sorry to not lie, but this isn’t any episode. How did you get here..? Joey didn’t bring you here, didn’t he?? ]

          ༺｡*☆*｡༻  ┃ ┃ ‘   ------Uh. ’

Oh dear ----- it looks he'd have to fess up ! A foolish act he was now dearly REGRETTING ! Oh, how he wished he could be back in the studio; back in the comfort of the limelight, back in the comfort of Henry's desk ! Instead ------ he was this place ! This terrible, AWFUL place !

           ༺｡*☆*｡༻  ┃ ┃ ‘  I ------ uh------ well ! I followed ya !              I know you told me NOT to leave the studio but ------   ’

          It was fun. It USED to be fun, even with the annoying music ------ but once people started dropping like flies ------- that was what SCARED him the most. What if HENRY was next ?

          & all the WATER ! All of the water everywhere he looked; the only way he could even pretend to be IGNORANT to it was to bury his face in Henry's shoulder. Such acts of denial though ------ they would NOT get him far.

          A TRIAL ------ the only trials he'd ever seen is the judgement of damned souls; how far would they fall into hell for their wrongdoings ! That was what he EXPECTED ------ just ------ maybe with not as much fire & brimstone.

          What he WASN'T expecting though was WATER.

          WATER. Water was everywhere. That cursed liquid that could so easily snuff out the INK that was his lifeblood ! All that stood between him & DEATH was a thin sheet of glass.

          LIVELY & CHARISMATIC ------ that was what he usually was ! NEVER was he seen without a smile ------ but now, he was clinging to Henry for dear life.

             ༺｡*☆*｡༻  ┃ ┃ ‘   ------ H-Henry ? Y-Ya didn't tell me there'd             be WATER here ! T-This is just ------ just some silly episode              ------ like the one with the boat & sail, right ? ’

          Ever IGNORANT was the man; just as he had been & just as had always been ! Anyone close to him ----- or at least anyone who worked with him would  have KNOWN of his foolishness . Those schmucks would have marked that as his defining trait. 

          SURELY he would fall for this !

          A bed clearly tampered with, missing white bedsheets, a large desk big enough to fit underneath with ease; it was the recipe for the PERFECT joke. It waits until the middle-aged man enters his room & turn his back.

          It shifts & shuffles; A GHOSTLY APPARITION of hellish origin appearing right behind the old man ! Clearly, this blanket covered ghost knew no mercy as it raised its hands; ready for attack !