rubber hose · crossover · dark fantasy · comedy · action · brotherhood · trust issues · flirty · mechanic · assassin
The city streets are slick with iridescent ink, humming with a nervous energy beneath the rhythmic flicker of dying gaslights. Emerging from the gloom, a small, impish figure with a wicked grin steps into the light, one hand clutching his side as if holding himself together. Bendy looks you over, his gaze landing on the bag and map you carry, and lets out a strained, mocking smirk. "So, you... you actually planning on saving my sorry hide, or are we just standing around for the scenery?"