I'm thinking Randy will choose Murklin, Dandy will choose Kaden, Broody with ride? Don't know with crude tho....maybe just maybe Hat? I mean, he did stand for you, and he does care. how do you guys feel about him?

Crudy: They answered for us! Easy.

Dandy: Crudy! No! Answer the question!

Broody: Cussing funny they say you like Hat.

Dandy: No, that’s you loser. And all his damn violence.

Broody: He’s a man of class.

Crudy: Class my tail eating—

Dandy: OKAY! Well, I do agree that Kaden is an absolute delight I do enjoy Murklin and his designs. His fashion taste is phenomenal!

Randy: He is quite busy savvy too. Though Kaden’s village has developed an interesting approach to agriculture I—

Broody: They said demon not group!

Randy:…I would like to talk to Stolas more.

Broody: Stars above!

Crudy: I’m shock your favorite isn’t that colosseum cusser.

Broody: Cuss a monster that makes kids fight to the death!

Crudy: Well at least we can agree to that.

Broody: But I wouldn’t mind a match.

Crudy: There it is.

Broody: Didn’t say I liked the cusser! We haven’t even met him!

Crudy: And hopefully we never will!

Dandy: What about you Crudy?

Crudy: Well, teasing Reide is pretty funny.

Crudy: Taller!

Broody: Not even hesitating huh? Don’t wanna think about anything else you could do?

Crudy: Why would I?

Broody: I wanna fold the Devil in half and the kidnappers and any other cusser in our way. Whatever power that takes. Maybe master controlling our weird shadows.

Randy: I concur.

Broody: Huh?

Crudy: You agree with him? . . . Are we sick?

Broody: Hey! I have good ideas!

Randy: I want mastery of our shadows because I believe it could increase my productivity. Small tools can be replaced with magical limbs.

Broody: Oh stars, you’re gonna turn us into a shadow octopus.

Randy: Don’t be ridiculous. . .I want far more arms than eight.

Broody:!!!

Dandy: Well I would like to fly! That looks fun! Oh! Oh! Oh! Or-or-imagine being able to grant wishes!

Crudy: That usually goes bad in the stories.

Dandy: We’re not villains trying to eat people’s souls or trick them.

Broody: I can think of a few we could trick.

Dandy: Nooooo! Real wishes! Fun things! Good things!

Broody: So what? You wanna be a shady godmother?

Dandy: No. A demon goddad obviously.

Broody: Fun.

Randy: Necessary.

Crudy: Unfortunately.

Dandy: What! No! Just like the question says, Boris wouldn’t like it!

Crudy: If it’s us or them, I pick us.

Dandy: There are other ways.

Broody: And sometimes there isn’t! It’s fiiiine Dandy. We give them a chance to run, remember?

Dandy: I don’t want to be a killer.

Randy: Unfortunately too late for that.

Crudy: Oh stars

Broody: Oh, well that’s easy. I did it. These wimps all eventually folded so it was up to me to keep us going in that hell. It would have been easier if we weren’t flat drunk later.

Crudy: We had tried everything and Boris betrayed us! We needed something to cope!

Broody: You did. I thrive off of spite!

Randy: Still say we should have been able to escape.

Broody: Oh WAH-WAH! You’re just sore that you didn’t figure it out and Crudy made you give up! You could have kept plotting.

Randy: A whole year and no progress.

Broody: Pathetic. We did fine after we destroyed the jail and took over that fake as hell town. We had plenty of entertainment and our ol’ pal Snoutfer for company.

Dandy: Those angels. The screams.

Crudy: Oh stars. Don’t remind me.

Broody: See, this is why I’m in charge of survival. You two crumple under pressure. How can you look sick just remembering?

Dandy: Thank you for hanging on for us.

Crudy: We really won’t have made it without you.

Broody: ! What the hell?

Randy: Agreed. You are necessary. Reliable. Dependable.

Broody: Okay. Now you all are freaking me out. Let’s just go back to insulting each other lovingly or whatever.

Crudy: Fine.

Dandy: Aaaww. You’re blushing.

When Bendy learns how to shapeshift, what will you guys do? More menacing appearance for Broody?

Crudy: Taller!

Broody: Meaner!

Randy: More efficient!

Dandy: ADORABLE!

The rest: No!

Dandy: Too late!

Randy: More arms. We could work twice as fast!

Broody: Fine if they all have amazing claws. We are going to make a dragon seem soft.

Dandy: We aren’t becoming a spine ball. Calm down.

Crudy: We want to be berries, not terrifying.

Broody: Oh come on!

Crudy: No. We are going to be tall and charming and cussing amazing.

Dandy: Well it sounds like we are gonna play around with the shapeshifting until we are happy with it. Probably won’t change much in the long run.

Crudy: What? What do you mean?

Dandy: Just that we’re pretty comfortable even if we’re short.

Crudy and Broody: SKREEEEE!

What is behind Crudy's glasses?

How much do you remember the Fifth? His name maybe? What he did?

Do any of you know what happens to the blank wall when an ink attack happens? Does it just stay there?

How did you all find the chains to chain the feral one for so long? What did Broody do for so long? Surely he must've gotten bored.

Dandy, where do you get your shoes? Are you the one that dresses Bendy nicely when he goes dancing?

How does it feel when Bendy changes form?

Which version of you started to dance? Or maybe all of you know how to? (Sorry for so many questions, I love the Brainies!)

Crudy: Behind my…? My eyes? My wicked charm? A wink too powerful for this world.

Randy: He’s cheesy lines.

Crudy: Not cheesy!

Randy:…Sure.

Dandy: We don’t remember anything really we just noticed a hole in the way we do things really. Like everyone has a job wrapping a present but the person that applies the tape is missing.

Broody: It’s darkened.

Randy: darkened?

Broody: Yeah. Kinda like a cloud passed over it. I think if the attack stuck around long enough, it’d melt the damn thing. One problem with that though.

Crudy; What?

Broody: Heh. We’d all be long gone before the wall!

Randy: So not a viable solution.

Crudy: They were here. Bendy’s the one that wanted to suppress that side of him.

Broody: Cussers.

Randy: It wasn’t like he was kicked out of the room. He still yelled his two cents at us and Dandy played board games with him when he wasn’t throwing a tantrum.

Broody: I’ll throw you brainiac.

Randy: I lended you my books!

Crudy: We all hung out with him. It wasn’t like he wasn’t still a part of the group. Just couldn’t have him taking the controls and throwing our magic around all willy-nilly.

Broody: It’s self expression!

Dandy: Oh! I make them. And yes! I wish Bendy would dress up more often.

Crudy: Hey! I help!

Dandy: You’re tastes are…

Crudy: What?

Randy: Bad. He means bad. And dress clothes get in the way of work and stain.

Crudy: BAD‽

Dandy: We don’t have to be around grease all the time!

Randy:…But work.

Dandy: Ugh.

Randy: Changing forms? A rush of magical force extending our limbs and size. The kinetic energy-

Dandy: It tingles.

Broody: Like we’re finally cussing doing something.

Crudy: We’re the height we’re meant to be.

Randy:…

Dandy: We love you too!

Broody: “we”?

Crudy: Can’t really say who started us with dancing. The memory is too fuzzy.

Randy: Unfortunately.

Dandy: I just remember giggling and holding big hands. We were tiny back then. We had to stand on their feet!

The others:…

Dandy: What?

Randy: What do you remember?

Crudy: Was there a face? A voice?

Broody: THE CUSS DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING BEFORE?!

Dandy: HUH?!! It’s not like the cookie memory?