BATIM: Bloody Heart REMAKE

Chapter 1

I redid the character concept! It's still not as good as I'd like it to be, but it's definitely better lol. Also anatomy is not my friend, and neither is shading digitally. But hopefully this gives you a better idea of what he sort of looks like!

💟 Bendy's character design-concept💟

Thank you for reading!

"You shouldn't be here."

I stared at him. His messy tousled hair covered his forehead, and his dark eyes pierced into mine. He wore black, possibly flexible, dress pants that had scattered holes in them, a white button-down that had been tucked into his pants, and suspenders that went over his shoulders loosely. He wore an oversized, unbuttoned, black dresscoat to finish the look.

"And why not?" He has no authorization over me. "It's dangerous here. Especially for a girl like you." He boosted himself from the wall, and stared at me intently, "Have you been here before?" I gaped at the surprise question. He dares ask about me, right after he tried kicking me out?

"And why should I tell you?" I say, clearly irritated. "You should've made a good impression of yourself before trying to learn about me." I clicked my tongue and walked passed him.

"I need to know." He claimed, a bit of emphasis on 'need'.

"Why?" I ask, staring at his pale face and dark eyes, awaiting an answer.

"Just answer me!" He snapped, and I flinch. I quickly recovered, cockily crossing my arms and bending forward a little bit, only putting more sass on my stance. "As far as I can tell, we have nothing to do with each other. Before I answer, you should take the time to get to know me! I'm not answering to someone who might be a threat."

"Hmm, fine." He gave in quite quickly, considering how stubborn he comes off as. "At least we're on the same page," I say, satisfaction clearly showing with my tone of voice. I released my arms from being crossed and gave a cheeky smile, holding out my hand, "First things first, nice to meet you." He took my hand in his, "Pleasure is mine," He took a short pause, "And you are?"

My smile never failing to fall, I answer, "Y/n."

He gulped. Looking at his eyes, he looked a bit conflicted. The more I look at his eyes, the more emotions I can see. He is very easy to read. He blinked, noticing me staring at him,  "Bendy."

"Huh?" His word brought me back to my senses. He scoffed, "My name?"

My lips pursed in a way that made it evident that I was confused. "Bendy is your name? No way."

Looking at him now standing next to the cut-out made me think. They're both pretty pale. The hair, the dark eyes...

"Yes way." He claimed, sticking his right hand into his black-colored short pockets, and his left hand running through his hair. "I don't really see you as a cartoon character, who, by the way, is clearly fictional while you're literally standing in front of me."

"You're such an ass," He claimed, keeping a straight face, "Just call me Ben."

"That's your real name?" I asked, being a skeptic in his answer.

"Sure," he said, tossing his left hand into his pocket too. "So anyway, why did you come here again?" He walked ahead of me, forcing me to follow him if I wanted to answer his question. "To investigate. My father owned this place, and he has always kept everything about his work from me. All I know about his work is that animation is involved." I took a short breath, "I wasn't even allowed to watch the harmless cartoons.

"I wonder why," he sighed aloud. I couldn't see his face, so I couldn't tell his emotion. "I can tell that you're Joey's daughter." He said softly, "But I doubt that you are as sinister as him." We turned a corner and found a huge room. Standing on the balcony, I looked down towards the black sea. "It reeks!" I made a twisted face. Though I've smelled this horrid fragrance since I walked through the doors, the scent is more strong and gag-worthy.

"What is all of this?" I asked, demanding a response. In return, he didn't look at me, but his shoulders slumped a bit, "Ink."

My eyes widened automatically. So that was what was all over the walls... "Ink," I whisper, a bit frightened, yet amazed. How is this much ink even able to be produced? Especially in this small building! "What did my father do exactly?" My voice shook, but I tried my best to remain calm. I have this feeling in my gut that my dad was the cause of this.

At home, he was always so suspicious. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of his clothing with black streaks spread across his white polos before he hurried into his bedroom before he changed. Just getting a whiff of his natural body odor made me think,

ink.

"You'll find out soon enough." He said, almost in a whisper. Then, he pulled the lever.

All at once, the floor shook and I lost my balance. Ben was quick to grab my waist to steady me, and we both stared at the big machine, arising from the black waves. Ink dripped from all sides of it, and the chains made obnoxiously loud clangs. I cringed at how many events were happening at that moment.

When everything came to a hold, Ben released me and walked towards the railing, leaning himself on it.

I slowly approached the balcony as well, and hesitated to say, "My dad made this, didn't he?" He didn't make any movement, "Yeah." I was able to get a glimpse of his face. Sorrowful, he looked. He almost looked like he was in pain, about to cry. Whatever went down in this place wasn't good at all.

I hugged myself, fearful of this building's past, and how it was evident that my dad, of whom I look up to and love, was supposedly a criminal.

"I'm sorry," I could barely hear myself, it was so quiet. "None of this is your fault," He said and looked towards me. His eyes shined against the light, showing his watery eyes. "So don't ever blame yourself." He patted me on the head once, a small smile upon his lips.

His action made me ponder, what was that? Before I knew it, he was already walking off, but not without taking a last glance at the machine that rose in the air, held by the chains. I did the same and watched the machine sway slowly with the air.

"C' mon, Y/n." That was the first time he had said my name. A small smile became evident on my face. Even through hard times, I've noticed, I can always find good energy. In times like these, being able to stay positive will be my weapon. I take a deep breath and run up to be beside Ben.