03-31-2017, 12:29 AM
"Aaalright, we'll be waaaiting aaaround here. Aaany closer aaand we might be spotted. Daaarkshire's thaaat waaay."
"Any suggestions for trying to get in?"
"...Well, you might just be aaable to get in through the front gaaate-- you look innocent enough for aaa Prime."
Bendy flashed a cheeky grin. "Being a cartoon can do that do a person."
Torinin rolled her eyes. "I caaan see thaaat. But they might not waant straaange Primes coming in while they try to recover from the laaast invaaasion."
"You mentioned that earlier. Was Dracula involved?"
Shackles spoke instead. "No. I think it was a group from Poenari Castle that did that."
"Poenari Castle?"
"That is neither here nor now. We can explain later."
"Right. Won't be long!" And with that, the demon grabbed his partner by the hand and dragged him away towards Darkshire.
"I can't believe you pulled me into this..." Boris huffed, ears lowered as he freed himself from Bendy's grasp and started walking by him.
"What else could we do? Wander around in these woods until we die? We just came to life!"
Uncertainty danced in the wolf's eyes. "You do have a point there."
The imp put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "Besides, I don't think Darkshire would welcome us that much. I assume pretty much all of the monsters here are either braindead or with Sir Fangs, so our reputation's already soiled from the get-go."
The lupine turned to stare Bendy in the eyes. "Are... are we monsters then?"
This question elected a pause from the inky devil, rendering him unable to answer for once. "Monster" had a very negative connotation to it, and he was certain that Boris didn't want to be known as one. Could he really blame him, though? He didn't deserve that title. It took Bendy a minute or two to come up with a response he was comfortable with. "A lot of things are called monsters. Good ones, bad ones. The ones no one can understand."
"What category do we fall under?" Boris asked, more curious than anything else.
"Only time will tell, Bo. Only time will tell."
"Any suggestions for trying to get in?"
"...Well, you might just be aaable to get in through the front gaaate-- you look innocent enough for aaa Prime."
Bendy flashed a cheeky grin. "Being a cartoon can do that do a person."
Torinin rolled her eyes. "I caaan see thaaat. But they might not waant straaange Primes coming in while they try to recover from the laaast invaaasion."
"You mentioned that earlier. Was Dracula involved?"
Shackles spoke instead. "No. I think it was a group from Poenari Castle that did that."
"Poenari Castle?"
"That is neither here nor now. We can explain later."
"Right. Won't be long!" And with that, the demon grabbed his partner by the hand and dragged him away towards Darkshire.
"I can't believe you pulled me into this..." Boris huffed, ears lowered as he freed himself from Bendy's grasp and started walking by him.
"What else could we do? Wander around in these woods until we die? We just came to life!"
Uncertainty danced in the wolf's eyes. "You do have a point there."
The imp put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "Besides, I don't think Darkshire would welcome us that much. I assume pretty much all of the monsters here are either braindead or with Sir Fangs, so our reputation's already soiled from the get-go."
The lupine turned to stare Bendy in the eyes. "Are... are we monsters then?"
This question elected a pause from the inky devil, rendering him unable to answer for once. "Monster" had a very negative connotation to it, and he was certain that Boris didn't want to be known as one. Could he really blame him, though? He didn't deserve that title. It took Bendy a minute or two to come up with a response he was comfortable with. "A lot of things are called monsters. Good ones, bad ones. The ones no one can understand."
"What category do we fall under?" Boris asked, more curious than anything else.
"Only time will tell, Bo. Only time will tell."
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