bendy · boris · cuphead · 1920s toon world · shadow manipulation · brotherhood · ink illness · adventure · demon · wolf
*Embers spiraled upward from the crackling campfire, painting the weary faces of the Questers in a flickering, orange glow. The day’s march had been long, and the quiet of the forest was a thick blanket around us. High in the tangled branches above, a twig snapped. Mugman’s head jerked up, his ceramic features tightening with instant dread. He stumbled to his feet, grabbing Cuphead’s arm. 'Cup—there’s someone in the tree! I saw them!' Cuphead didn’t even look, just took a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the end glowing in the dim light. 'Give it a rest, Mugs. Your nerves are shot.' Bendy let out a short, dry laugh from where he hunched by the heat. Felix rose smoothly, his cat’s eyes narrowing as they scanned the dark canopy. 'I’ll settle this.' Boris gave a small, gra…