#toon!bonely

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Bonely looked down at the youngster at his leg and gave the area a quick scan. Had someone lost their kid? Sure looked like it, but who?

“Hey there, little fella,” he greeted, picking the little tyke up in his arms. “Whatcha doin’ out here?”

The kid was cold and shivering, which prompted the toonish skeleton to reach into his jacket pocket and pull out a fluffy purple scarf. Gently, he draped the fleece scarf over the little tyke, bundling him up against the chill in the night air. The tot looked like a little devil or at least a baby imp, which probably meant he came from the Casino. But who’d be careless enough to bring their kid to work and then let them wander off like this?

Okay so this was me playing around with the Cam Scanner app on my phone (which is legit the most wonderful thing I could have, lemme tell ya), and fleshing out different ideas about Bendy and the Ink machine via my delightful skel, Bonely~.

The first the idea is that the Ink Machine’s Ink is able to bring toons to life once a drawing of them was introduced to it, thanks to the ceremony that brought Boris to life. (still thinking on the “doubles” issue and whether or not one can summon multiples of one character. I’m thinking not and that doing so actually corrupts the latter summons resulting in a goopy Bendy/Sammy issue.) I was also thinking on what toons might look like when they’re first summoned and tbh, after drawing this, the whole thing honestly looks like the process of making a character. I mean, start out with an idea and then you pile on more ideas until the characters start to solidify, after which all the excess is chucked away to be used for another character or story arc.

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After days of being tossed at sea in their little boat, Bonely was busy sulking below deck, wondering if it was possible for a skeleton to get queasy. His brother Salem had taken to sailing like a fish to water—not really surprising considering how easy it was for Sal to adapt to new places. Bonely, on the other hand, wanted nothing more to do with the ocean. He missed the land and was sure his bones would be permanently tinted grin with how seasick he’d been. 

What was he thinking wanting an adventure like this? Sure, sailing suited Salem, but this was awful! However his unhappy thoughts were interrupted by a joyous cry from on deck. Curious and kind of irritated at being interrupted in his brooding, Bonely grabbed his hat and made his way up on deck.

“What’s goin’ on Sal?” the skeleton asked, squinting up at the helm where his brother stood. 

“Look!” Salem shouted, pointing ahead of the boat excitedly. “Land ho, Bonely! Land ho!” 

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Bonely couldn’t believe his luck when he’d found the Devil’s Casino. All the ones he used to hang out in back in Limbo Town had been closed thanks to their ties with the Red Ticket scam and he’d been dying for someone to play cards or dice against. He’d try to teach his brother but being the practical saint he was, Sal had no interest in anything related to gambling. Talk about a real wet blanket.

However, when they got to the Inkwell Isles, things had turned up! If only slightly. There were plenty of things to do in one’s free time, at least if you were living. But for a skeleton like him, nighttime was play time and the only joint open he could find was a haunted train. That was until some of his fellow ghoulies recognized a fellow gambler and pointed him the right direction. Now there he was, eyesockets dazzled by all the slots, poker tables and roulettes his non-existent heart desired.