“Let’s hope so.” Henry reached into hammer space and pulled out his trusty pen. “Can it be fixed?” Boris asked worriedly. “It’s probably water-based ink,” Henry replied. I don’t know if he knew this would happen, but…”Īlice gingerly took Henry’s hand and examined it. “The little punk played another ‘prank’ on me. “Henry!” Alice cried when she saw the state Henry was in. The eyeball shrank back into the hole and the door opened, revealing the toon allies. He was about to peer through it when a comically large eyeball grew from the hole and blinked at him. “It’s me, Henry.” He noticed that there was a peephole in the middle of the door that he was just tall enough to reach. “Boris? Alice?” Henry knocked on the door with his good hand. “What was that?” A feminine voice whispered from behind the door. He shook out his watery hand, sending a few drops of ink flying onto the door he was walking past. Where had those two gone again? Last he saw them, they had decided to rest in an office while Henry explored the new part of the studio. Henry peeked around a blind corner, saw no sign of the ink demon, and strode quickly down the hall. He needed to fix his hand, but how could he do it right if he couldn’t draw a straight line? The ink lining his body had become watery and clearer from the shower, and his hand felt shaky, like he had been holding it in a weird position for an hour. He hadn’t been completely drenched, but the water had hit his drawing arm, which was a bit of an issue. He had somehow managed to avoid Bendy’s latest trick: a bucket of water over an open door.
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