Dreams Come True!

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Now, they say that projectionist riding isn’t a sport. The little devil darling, however, is out to disprove that with his very own resident projectionist. Sneaking up on Norman isn’t difficult at all-- not with his plot holes and wonderful cartoon logic. Head poking down from the ceiling, Bendy glances down at his target and slowly lowers into position; holding onto the edge of his plot hole as the rest of him dangles freely. And here comes Norman just in time! Closer... closer... almost there...

Aha!

Perfectly timed, the cartoon demon lets go and lands, perfectly seated atop that big projector head. Rather proud of himself, Bendy laughs. “Hahah! Well hey there Normie! Ya don’t mind if I drop in, do ya?”

The demon blinks once, twice, and then a third time before finally offering a small shrug. “Alright then... whateva’ ya say, Bertrum. Ya know ya don’t gotta be so formal with us toons though, right?”

Bendy moves to the table Bertrum is currently working at, to hold onto the edge and stand on tip toes to see what the other was currently working on. “Well... I don’t rememba’ him mentionin’ gettin’ a popcorn machine at all. And besides, as far as usin’ my face goes-- don’t’cha think I’d get at least a lil’ say in it too? Nothin’ around here would be the same if it wasn’t fa me afta’ all. So...”

A small hum, and the cartoon released the edges of the table to instead offer Bertrum a new drawing; one of a rather simple popcorn machine. “I think we should get one that looks like this! Ain’t too shabby, right?”