though linda hadn’t really liked letting the kids watch bendy cartoons--not a huge fan of the cutesy demon shtick--she couldn’t begrudge henry wanting their children to enjoy something he put so much effort in (even if, by rights, they weren’t exactly his anymore). daisy’s favourite had always been alice--and, as alice’s original model, maybe linda was a little pleased at the idea of playing along with it, for her daughter’s sake.
though their relationship had gotten somewhat strained as they grew older (gwendolyn’s just had twins, daisy, and they’re gorgeous, when am i getting more grandkids??), they still loved each other fiercely. daisy had been the first of the children she’d called once it was clear henry had gone missing.
daisy knows, of course, that alice isn’t really linda--the stark personalities of the alices she meets in the studio more than prove that--but she still looks at some of the merchandise scattered in the ink-stained halls and feels her heart sink.
i’m sorry, mom. i’ll keep trying...
