Fate Of My Imagination
Ivy Heather: "I Would Kill For You. Take 3, Prolouge."
Director: "Action!"
Henry walks up to the old studio. "May your creations rest in peace." Henry rested the bouquet of flowers onto the ground. Suddenly, the ground began to shake and something rammed right through the studio. There rolled a giant tank with Bendy wearing a helmet. "W-W-W-W-W-We-e-We finally m-m-m-m-mee-et at l-l-l-l-l-last-last, Creator." Bendy cocked his Tommy Gun at Henry. "B-Bendy, we-we can talk-talk this out..........o-o-okay?" Henry pleaded. "F-F-F-Fat c-c-chance! F-F-F-Fire-Fire!" Bendy ordered. Sammy came running out with his axe. "For se-e-e-e-e-e-n-n-n-np-pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-ai-i-i-i!" Sammy yelled. "Oh shit!" Henry runs toward his car and gets in, speeding away from the homidical madman.
Director: "Rewrite. Rewrite now!"
EXTRA:
Sammy comes running out with his ass on fire.
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