Helluva Boss: Ink Edition

Blitz's Doodle Dilemma

At I.M.P, Bendy lounged back at the reception desk within the lobby, a sketchbook in his hand and his pen in the other. He had taken a bit of a habit of taking his animation job with him on his other occupations, sketching new backgrounds and characters when he wasn't busy.

Bendy: Ah, now THAT is a background.

As Bendy leaned back and admired his work, he heard a beeping sound as he looked on his wrist to see a watch with the middle accessory and arms being that of Blitz. The right hand shifted one minute as Blitz's voice was heard.

Bendy's Clock: Tick!

Bendy: Lunch already? Wow, time sure does fly.

He then proceeded to pocket his sketchbook and pen, though with an accidental flick of his thumb, Bendy accidentally launched his pen back as he left. The drawing tool laid abandoned on the chair, laying still as no one held it. But, that was about to change as Blitz and Loona had returned through a portal, both of them wielding blood-soaked machine guns.

Loona: Blitz, for the last fucking time, Pikachu never had a black tip on it's tail.

Blitz: I knew it! Even my own daughter isn't immune to the Mandela Effect! *shakes fist* Damn you, converging timelines!

Loona: You really need to stop watching those conspiracy videos, you know that?

The hellhound placed her gun in a cleaning tank as she rounded back to her desk and sat down, yelping and popping back up as she rubbed her rear.

Loona: OW! Fucking damn it!

Blitz: *worried* What?! What's wrong, Loonie?!

Loona: When I sat down, something stabbed me in the fucking ass! I swear, if Mask left another tack on my chair.....

Loona reached behind to grab what poked her, reaching to her chair to pull out Bendy's pen.

Loona: A pen?

Blitz: Since when do you use one of these old ass pens?

Loona: I don't.

Blitz: Huh..... Well, who are we to say "No" to free shit?

Blitz took the pen from her grasp as he reached inside Loona's desk, taking out a sheet of paper.

Blitz: Let's draw some pictures with it to see if it works..

Loona: Blitz, this isn't the time to just make little doodles... Whatcha drawin', anyway?

Blitz: Stand back, Loonie Poo! I can't draw with you breathing down my neck!

Loona: *rolls eyes* Psh, artists.

The hellhound looked over her boss's shoulder, seeing him sketch a rough little doodle of a horse.

Bendy: It's a horsie.

Loona: Wow. I mean, I can see you did your best here. But no offense, you should probably take Moxxie's advice to take art classes.

Blitz: Eh, everybody's a critic.

Realizing what she just said, Loona retches and swallows.

Blitz: What's the matter?

Loona: Uh, nothing, I just threw up a little in my mouth.

Looking behind Blitz, her eyes widened in shock as she saw the horse drawing begin to move as a leg ripped off of the page.

Loona: Blitz, your drawing's coming to life!

Blitz: Now that's more like it! Gimme some more, I thrive off compliments!