![]() ![]() His head being a projector, the light flickering calmly as he paced around the room. A monster, towering over even the ink demon, was standing there. What you saw inside the room beyond the window, made your blood run cold. As you entered the small room where you had seen a blob of that gooey ink in, you noticed a big window in between the room and another room. You were wandering about aimlessly, looking for thick ink for the twisted little angel calling herself Alice. You got up eventually, sparing one last glance at the boarded door before making your way forward, knowing you’d probably run into the inky demon again on your way out of the old abandoned studio.Īh, level 11. You’d have to train your lungs better when you found a way out of here, if all it took for them to collapse in on themselves was a small sprint from danger. You began coughing and catching your breath. You let out a huff, collapsed on the floor, now on your knees. You decided to be sure and boarded the door down, to keep the ink demon from opening the door. You picked up the pace, reaching the door and slamming it shut behind yourself. You rounded the corner, finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel in the form of a door. You’d be sure your lungs would collapse in on themselves at this rate, and your feet would give in any given second. Your little inky feet let out a wet pitter patter as you ran. #PROJECTIONEST C4D DOWNLOAD BATIM FULL#You didn’t spare a single glance behind yourself, knowing full well you were being followed by the ink demon. Boy were you glad you had hacked away all the wooden boards while making your way here. You got up and turned on your heels, storming off to the direction you had come from. You stumbled back to the hallway as the inky horned being began approaching you, with his signature grin widely spread across his face. You carefully placed your foot in to the ink, but before you could take another step forward the ink began swirling around in the middle of the little space and suddenly the monstrously tall being that had jumpscared you earlier that day emerged, causing you to jump up and yelp. You paced until you saw a door, across the hallway, in a space filled knee deep with ink. Sammy had apparently been killed by something dangerous, and you didn’t want to be there to find out what or who. You paced with the hatchet at hand, through the old hallways of the studio. And you’d keep denying it for the remainder of the day. This wasn’t real, this wasn’t real, this wasn’t real. ‘’I’m pretty much real, pal.’’ he responded. I’m just hallucinating.’’ you spoke, not lifting your gaze from the papers. ‘’Ey, it’s polite to answer.’’ Bendy snapped, now walking to the front of your desk and looking at what you were doing. Shaking your head you turned around back to your work desk, really thinking you were just seeing things. You could feel your head start hurting from pondering so hard about the fabric of reality and real life cartoons. There was no way cartoons could be brought to life. There was no way, no way in Hell that there was a real life Bendy standing in front of you. You were sure you were hallucinating, it was a silly projection prank or you had really gone insane in such a short time. You let out a yelp and spun around in your chair, only to be met by something you never thought you’d see. ‘’Heya there Sweet cheeks!’’ a voice suddenly spoke from behind you. Shrugging it off wasn’t just enough anymore. You’d grow insane at this rate, you thought. Growing wary, you kept sparing glances behind yourself all the time. The feeling of being watched never left you though. The deadline was closing in, but thankfully you were a fast artist and would easily redraw any scene that needed to be drawn again to the perfection. Maybe they had just peeked in to the room? You decided to shrug it off and continued on with your work. You were working on the next episodes storyboards when you felt eyes on your back, thinking they were once again from your superiors, you turned around, only to see nothing behind you. Oh those poor people would probably get their work nitpicked way worse than you and your team. ![]() You only had to wonder how strict they were with the animation team. Every little storyboard screen had to be perfect in their eyes. Working as a storyboard artist was challenging, as your superiors would be very demanding over everything. ![]()
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