My Little Devil Darling

Faults and Regrets

Time was only a blur and Charlotte awoke with a gasp, sitting up quickly. Through blurred vision, she observed the space around her, not recognizing where she was. It was a house, but not one she remembered despite her memory being back completely. The floor was a moss green carpet, seemingly worn with age, and she spotted several outdated pieces of furniture. Was she transported to the past? Was this juts another dream or vision? Who lived here? She slowly lifted herself up, holding onto the wooden console table for support, and took another look around now that her eyes were more focused. In the far right corner lie a blue and white stripped wooden chair in front of an extremely old small box TV, Charlotte's never seen anything like it, not even at her time in the studio. Behind it was a wooden barstool like chair in front of a drawing table with a couple worn out storyboards. The girl walked up to the table to get a closer look. There were several random frames, most of which seemed like the nightmare world of the shape the studio was in currently as opposed to normal show frames. There was Sammy, Alice, the Projectionist, even Boris in his beast form. She giggle softly at the old frame of monster Bendy and Sammy fishing together.

"Interesting stuff, right?" an old voice spoke suddenly, making Charlotte jump and shriek.

The voice laughed, the voice sounding both warm and sinister at the same time. He spoke again, "In the kitchen, my dear."

Charlotte crept slowly and peeked into the next room, seeing an unknown man hunched over the sink at the back of the room. She entered, and stood at the island counter, contemplating whether she should take a seat or not.

"Who are you?" the girl asked cautiously, "It feels weird of me to ask considering I remember my old life now, but I've never been in this house."

"Well I don't blame you, your father never let you visit once he and I got on bad terms. I don't blame him, it's not like we were really family anyway."

The strange man then turned off the sink, turning around and limping towards the island opposite of Charlotte, leaning on the top for support. Although his form was so much older, the young woman gasp at the sight in front of her.

"Grandpa Joey?"

Joey chuckled, visioning the young 6-year-old girl standing in front of his with glowing eyes. She grew up to be an incredible young woman.

"It's been a long time hasn't it, Charlotte," he said sliding a cup in front of her. It was water. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions. I'm sure I'll be able to answer to the best of my abilities, I'm very old, you know."

Charlotte didn't even know where to start. She had questions about her whole life, about Bendy, even about him and her father. She could only stand there frozen, while endless questions and thought consumed her mind, she was almost overwhelmed. Joey noticed this and placed his hand atop of hers.

"Take a seat, please, before your legs give out on you. Trust me I know the feeling. I'll start, don't you worry. I'll give the basics of what I know."

"Your father and I founded this company 7 years before you were born. I was the man of ideas, while Henry was the man who put my ideas on the page. We've tried for months to create the perfect brand and characters that would bring joy to children and adults alike, but we for sure wanted ours to be much more unique compared to the rest, have something new. Then one day, your father created the little devil darling you grew up to love, and he was perfect. Together, we created the first look into Bendy and the people loved it, they wanted more, the success grew. After only a year were we able to build up a small studio, and even hire more animators and even add musical aspects. We had hired several music directors in that time, but no one had as much musical talent and professionalism as Sammy Lawrence, we hired him on the spot and he's been loyal to us ever since.