I Will Draw A Picture Of Abstraction With Blood!

It's like a dream... I see a picture... yes! This is definitely a dream! The man tries to pinch himself, but feels nothing. Here... I can see the outline.. it looks like a heart. The human heart... a drawing on the studio wall? The heart.. the studio... I think I guess... no, the blonde will not be able to think anymore. He doesn't have to know anything. He can't... such is fate. Blood oozes from the wall, namely from the drawing, flooding the entire space with a warm, sticky, fetid liquid that absorbs the guy, flowing into his mouth, nose, ears ... Blood... a harbinger of imminent death. Blood... this is not life! She is pure evil... just like the Demon. A demon? What Demon? A tall shadow. She stands and doesn't move. Always smiling. There is no happiness in the figure's smile... more like pain. The pain of loss. Or... pure hatred of a traitor? You can read anything in a smile. And you can't read it in eyes. Smile... demon... me.... I'm sorry, Bendy... what?... He's not your "son" anymore. This is an echo of the brightest past. Don't go back to studio! The dream was interrupted. The man jumped out of bed in a cold sweat, making shortness of breath after seeing a nightmare. Blood? The heart? A demon... a wife was lying next to him, turning her back to her husband and covering her head with a blanket. No doubt, it's cold outside, and even more so it's still night. Night... I have nightmares every night because of this damn studio. The man sat on the bed for a few moments, short of breath, he was in an icy sweat that quickly flowed from his face, flowing under a white T-shirt. Studio... There's nothing to do yet. The man slowly got out of bed, trying not to wake his peacefully sleeping wife, and, putting on jeans, went out into the yard to check his mail. Who will send letters at night? Nope. The man hasn't looked at the mail for a couple of weeks for sure, it's time to take a look. With a quick movement of his hand, he opened the drawer. As usual, there were a couple of flyers advertising and... wait... a letter? He took out an envelope, quickly opening it and taking out a letter on old yellowed paper. To Henry Stein from Joey Drew. Stein read the text, running his eyes over each line several times. The sender asked to come into the studio and take a look at "something". What could it be? Demon. The demon .... The demon.... Henry squinted, considering. Two o'clock in the morning. I'll be there before Linda wakes up. Just need to catch a taxi... the man looked down and chuckled. And change clothes. The threshold of the studio... An inner voice kept saying: this is a trap! Don't trust a piece of paper! Henry already thought for a moment: is it worth it? What is it for? So many questions... Stein must be getting answers. Or on merit. Inhale, exhale, inhale... a jerk, and the door clanged open, letting the former studio employee inside. – Hey, hey... Joey... Here I am... Henry called into the darkness. Silence. Icy silence and unfriendly gloom. Stein only grunted, timidly passing inside the old room. There was a smell of toxic ink, old paper and... something else... it's something nasty.. Henry's eyes widened with realization. Rotten... – the man thought with disgust, closing his eyes and covering his nose with his hand, trying not to cause a gag reflex from a nasty smell. Henry decided to look for the source of this stench. And found it... On the floor, against the bloody wall, there was a mutilated body with a severed arm. Numerous bites were visible: meat was torn off from the corpse in pieces... scarlet, almost black blood caked around the teeth marks. Now it resembled not a sticky liquid, but dry pellets with the smell of raw rotten meat. The man's eye was gouged out, and the eyelids were torn by something large and sharp. There was a deep incision on his chest... a thin strip, and then abruptly goes to expand, exposing an empty carcass. A couple of cherished organs were lying nearby, and larvae and a couple of other types of parasites and carnivorous insects are digging in the lifeless flesh. Stein's face twisted at the sight of such a picture... it's not a picture... It's Joey... no... No, no, no, no... The man's heart was pounding wildly, and his mouth quickly began to grab air, as if for the last time. A hot, acidic, thick liquid with a disgusting smell was coming closer to the throat, intending to break out. Henry clamped his thumbs under the rest of his fingers and lifted his head up, trying to stop the reflex, but abruptly crouched to the floor, spewing a disgusting mass from his throat. His stomach was twisting like not childish, and the liquid was still escaping from the depths of his stomach, dumping on the floor everything that Henry had eaten yesterday during an evening gathering with friends in a pub with cheap booze and other things. The man gagged with his hand, but only made it worse for himself by soiling his hand and shirt. Vomiting, increasing in volume, flowed to the shoes, and then... Stein finished. He stared blankly at the puddle into which drop after drop fell from the man's hand and mouth. After regurgitating the "remnants", Henry raised his head and noticed the creature right in front of him, or rather the place of the monster's solar plexus. The man had to lift his head high up to see the familiar outlines. Horns, smile, bow, glove... this is all that remains of one of Henry's "children". Demon... Is it Bendy?.. Henry couldn't believe that one of his best creations had become like this... but before it was a little prankster no taller than the creator's waist... joking, kind with sly eyes and a funny smile ... and now ...? A huge monster, regretting life among people. A monster hungry only for death... or love and compassion? Maybe he changed only externally? Maybe he still wants affection?.. Henry reached out to the monster, wrapping his arms around his waist, as he could only reach there, and hugged the devil so gently, as if it was not the devil, but his own son... although, that's the way it is. The man pressed his face to the body of his devil, hoping to receive a return caress, love, hug... It took only a couple of seconds, but it felt like Henry was hugging his eldest son for about five minutes. – I'm sorry, Bendy... son...– the dull voice of the sad creator was heard.– I'm really sorry that everything turned out this way! But the creation did not seem to hear the apologies. A frenzied growl bubbled in his chest, which gave only one sign – run... run without looking back! Henry recoiled from Bendy and stared at him with a slight fright. The devil's growl gradually gave way to laughter or even laughter, which acquired a higher timbre. Henry awkwardly lowered his gaze to the floor and began to squeeze out a quiet laugh in order to somehow support the situation. Stein chuckled in unison with the devil for another two seconds, and then felt the strong grip of a massive hand on his thin, wiry wrist. The place of the monster's solar plexus was again in front of the man's eyes, and his second hand was felt on his back. Everything around began to move, but in front of a person is still the body of a creature that pulled its creator into a dance. Behind the iron door, the one next to the ink machine, there was a howl of death agony, a knock on old metal and trampling.       ~Silhouettes spin in the dance of night, On the door, a subtle knock takes flight. Darkness embraces the forevermore, Eyelids close, weary, and sore.       The demon lunged at Henry, bending the back of his head to the floor. Slightly disheveled silky hair fell back. Now the man was right in the face of the devil.       ~ Let us together, oh, let us dance, In a macabre waltz, a crimson trance. Life's essence intertwined with gloom, As two souls merge in an embrace bloom. A dance? Henry's head rested on the devil's shoulder, nuzzling his neck. The man wanted to give his son the love that no one gave him, but the monster rejected it. He jerked his shoulder so that the creator's head fell back, hitting the iron door and began to hurt terribly, but Bendy, to put it mildly, didn't care about the creator. He continued to circle in the dance with Henry, at each pair pirouettes, slamming the man into the walls. The devil raised Henry's hand up, already lowering his right hand from the man's back. A mad grin flashed on the monster's face, and then there was a painful scream and a crunch of bones. Stein looked at his right hand with a cry of horror, more precisely... what's left of her. Blood flowed down his wrist, staining the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt in scarlet and red. The fingers were held, one might say, on nothing! Each is twisted at an unnatural angle, releasing sharp fragments of bones that cut through the hanging pieces of bloody flesh. A blood-curdling moan came from Henry's throat.       ~ Shut your mouth, you jerk. – The devil hissed, and later smiled. His voice took on a sweet tinge again.       ~ I shan't forsake thee, my creator dear, Though thou art but a treacherous seer. I long to witness thine final hour, And I know well the reason's power.       Only a sob from the man when he felt a hand on his waist. The hand still hurt, but not as sharply as immediately after the fracture.       - Listen, dear Bendy, hear my plea, No need for bloodshed, can't you see? – the frightened man rattled off the same verses as Bendy, while the demon listened attentively, without stopping the slow waltz dance. – There was a reason I had to part, But later on, I longed to restart!       ~ Just as Hachiko's loyalty knew no bounds, So too, my devotion for you, it hath no end.       – I understand, it's scary, it hurts... But I've had enough of these words. Joey pushed me into this strife, Now you've managed to uncover the truth...! From Bendy's side, only a growl and a final verdict:       ~ Desired vengeance? It shall come to pass, Behold, witness your own demise, alas! Henry was silent for a second, thinking what to say, but a new crunch, louder, grunts and screams cut through the air. The guy ended up on the floor, and a severed limb flew next to him. It was a man's left hand.       ~ Do people consume their own flesh, do they partake? – the devil rumbled mockingly, tearing off the deformed hand of the creator's right hand, enjoying his regular squeals and squelches of soft and moist meat from blood. ~ Have you ever awaited your own mortal hour's break? Henry screamed and squirmed, trying to kick the monster with his feet, but he grabbed the victim's legs and sharply and widely spread them, tearing the man's ligaments, in response to which he received a new cry of pain and choking in tears. The demon didn't hesitate.. he will not spare. Abruptly twisting and pulling the man's leg, Bendy tore out the limb and threw it into the wall, staining it with fresh blood. Henry felt the icy sweat pouring from his head, his heart was beating many times faster and uncontrollable fear paralyzed Stein. He didn't even understand where he was and what was going on right now. Consciousness was slowly leaving him.       ~ Sleeping, my dear, is that your intent? But in my grasp, your dreams are spent. The light in front of Henry went out, and the artist woke up when the devil, with careful movements of his claws, made a shallow, but sufficient for opening, surgical incision, as if for an operation.       ~ Awake, and sing, dear creator, Let your voice rise, in rhythm. Henry screamed like he was tearing his throat out, and the monster... What about him? With quick movements of his hands, he widened this incision, causing an abundant flow of blood and twitching on the part of the creator. Bendy's smile grew wider, and his laughter rang louder and louder. With frenzied fury, the devil grabbed the man's kidney in his hand and began to pull, and then pulled, pulling it out with the ends, while Henry screamed uncontrollably. Growling something, the creature thrust his own kidney into the artist's mouth, from the surface of which blood and drops of urine were still flowing. Stein was about to spit out the organ, so as not to feel the disgusting taste of urine, blood and meat, but it was not there. The demon put one hand on the man's jaw and the other on his forehead, without calculating the force, thereby by pure chance breaking the traitor's jaw and knocking out his teeth. From fright and surprise, the man swallowed both a kidney and teeth, feeling that he would vomit again, but so far there is nothing.       ~ In your eyes, love ignites its flame, Enchanted by their beauty, I became. Like a drug, intoxicating and real, I'm at the edge, I can no longer conceal. The devil slowly hovered over the weakened creator and gently ran his fingers over his cheek, distracting him from the pain. Henry seemed to have fallen into oblivion. This touch meant so much to the grieving father, but it was just a distraction to unexpectedly pull out Stein's eyeball. Bendy decided to feed the first eye to its owner, but since Henry resisted, he forcefully shoved the eyeball, or rather the bloody jelly, deep into the artist's throat. The devil decided to devour the second eye himself, feeling a small clot of blood on his tongue, which splashed out of the eye. Bendy took the creator's leg lying against the wall while he stretched out his hand without a brush, because he was afraid of the darkness that enveloped him, and Henry was left without two eyes. The demon carefully butchered the limb, separating the clothes, bones, veins and kneecaps from the meat, and then shoved a rather hefty piece of flesh into Henry's throat.       ~ Disappointed in you, Henry dear, Devouring your own flesh, I fear. Writhing in the agony of death's cruel grasp, Our meeting, once intriguing, has withered, alas. If the devil's eyes were visible, he would wink, but it doesn't matter anymore. Henry was blind and on the verge of death. He's not coming home anymore. The only thing Stein could know was that he was about to die from the claws of his own brainchild... The monster raised its clawed paw over Henry and dropped it sharply, digging its claws into the man's neck, and then breaking the trachea. The creature burst into a ringing laugh, removing the claws from the artist's throat and licking the blood. It wasn't enough. Bendy took out the human intestines, folding them into a neat skein and putting them aside, and then hit the ribs, releasing all the important organs from the bone cell. Gently and carefully taking out a human heart, Bendy put it on the intestines, grabbing Henry's corpse and throwing it to the dead Joey. And then, just as gently, he lifted the frozen heart in his hand and walked up to the wall. The devil cut a small hole in heart with his claws, feeling a copious portion of blood trickling down onto his hand. He decided not to delay and drew blood on the wall with quick strokes. The outlines of the heart were obtained, then acquiring a more detailed shape and color. Exhaling with cold calm, Bendy threw the heart on the floor to Henry's only remaining leg and left without even turning around at the nasty sound of wet flesh slamming on the floor. Linda will wake up and not see Henry... who knew it was a prophetic dream? Ooh... Poor Linda... – Henry?! Where are you, dear?!... the studio door swung open.