#drawndemon

As far as pit stops go, Jiminy’s seen worse.

Granted, he can’t think of any right now. But he’s sure there’s been a few. Sure, maybe the building’s just about falling in on itself, leaking ink from orifices that no building ought to have in the first place. Maybe it’s freezing cold (not that it matters to Jiminy) and pitch black. But, hey, the vibes are so rancid that at least there’s probably not any other critters hiding out in here, which means Jiminy’s got the place to himself.

...Except he doesn’t, because he’s got this nagging little feeling in the back of his head the moment he sets foot through the door. Maybe it comes with the territory; a sort of sixth sense. There is someone here. 

Well. Might as well be sociable.

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Oh jeez. Well, he can see why the check bounced, this kid looks way too cuddly to be a demon. (Boys is he wrong.)

Despite the fact that Charlie know all about the possible different studios out there that had animated characters, the one he never expected to be involved with was Joey Drew studios. This place was an absolute horror show to him and he rarely ever left the place he had been shoved into. With that said, the hound had actually been taken prisoner by the studio itself, Joey thinking that he was the perfect cartoon character to have in his collection of misfits. It was an absolute terribly situation and one that he could not exactly get out of too easily at all. So... he was stuck there. Locked away in the basement of the studio, chained tightly to a wall and barely saw anyone come by, or even a crumb of food.

Yup, not exactly a fun time for him at all and he couldn’t do a single thing about it. It was annoying, but he was more worried about the fact that he could literally be killed at any moment. That was not a good feeling at all and he wanted to try and get out of there as soon as he possibly could. However, like he mentioned, not exactly a lot of wiggle room at all for him and he was basically trapped there unless someone helped break him out. Which, honestly, he doubted. It seemed like most of the creations were pure evil, not exactly taking too kindly to the slightly nicer hound and trying to break him any chance he got.

However, he did seem to notice every now and again some other creatures running around, such as what appeared to be a demon looking thing. He hadn’t ever gotten a very good look at it, getting an occasional one when they opened the small hatch to throw him a tiny piece of food, but he didn’t exactly know what it was. It looked like a demon, but he wasn’t sure. If it was, then maybe the demon could get rid of him from this hellhole once and fore all. But, did he exactly know? Not at all, that was obvious. He never saw anyone or anything really, being trapped in darkness almost all day, every day, getting a little bit of sunlight in through the door every now and again. But, it still wasn’t good. He had basically gone from being a nice and colorful looking hound to more gray and dark by the day, showing the lack of sunlight, food, and water that had been provided.

If he could somehow try and contact the demon in some way, maybe he could at least be of help getting him outside every once in a while? Maybe if he was really lucky, he could get him to bust him out for good. Would he? That was all down to what the demon looking thing was like, personality wise. Again, he never saw the creature at all, so it was extremely hard to tell and even get in contact with others. But, maybe he’d get lucky one of these days with it and actually talk to it for a bit. He didn’t need a lot of time, he hoped, but he needed it to try and talk to whatever it was. Maybe form... some sort of bond.

“You ought to show me where you came from.”

Alfur doesn’t do introductions. He just pops up atop Bendy’s head out of seemingly absolutely nowhere at all, with not so much as a ‘hello’.