Audrey discovers she has a prey drive. Her brother being both amused and delighted at that fact isn't helping.
.. Are the Dark Puddles louder than before?
Audrey had things to do. She had a stack of frames to work on, contracts to review, test sketches to do. She had work to do.
Instead, she was here, hovering over a puddle.
Why exactly she was fascinated with this puddle, she wasn't sure. It was bubbling, but nothing had come out. Something about it called to her, and not in the normal way that the ink tried calling to her, trying to embrace a missing part of it. Instead, it was a slight hum, one that made her freeze, staring at the puddle.
She almost didn't feel the press of ink across the floor, nor the tap of hooved feet, not until Bendy loomed next to her.
"I don't know. The puddle's making a noise."
Bendy glanced down at the puddle. "The puddle's making a noise?"
He reached down, the shredded gloved hand pressing lightly against the ink puddle, with a surprising delicateness to his motions. The ink twisted and rippled despite the careful touch, shifting into different patterns. For the first time in a while, Audrey blinked, and it was enough.
Bendy slammed his hand in, and in one swift motion, yanked out a Searcher.
"Ah, you're a hunter," Before she could say a word, Bendy pulled the Searcher up to his teeth and bit down. "Good job," he said around the squishing crunch of the Searcher's body.
Audrey should've been disgusted.
Instead, an annoyance seeped through her.
"I'll get you the next one."
