Oooh these are all good points! Granted, I was leaving his presence in the game out for a moment because, as you said, having him or a cut-out of a different character everywhere can creep anyone out.
You mentioned it might be the smile, but I actually think it’s a combination of the smile and eyes. I was doing some comparisons to other cartoon characters, and Bendy’s eyes look wider apart than most others.
Even though this is a ¾ shot, his pupils are still sort of close together, as if he’s looking at something. Usually what makes dolls or bad CG look immediately uncanny is if the eyes don’t appear to move or focus on anything.
Now let’s look at Bendy
Maybe nothing looks immediately off, but what happens when you try to add lines for the lower eyelids and a line to separate the eyes?
I find it appropriate that you brought up dolls, because I think that’s what his eyes kind of look like. When the eyes look all connected together, they look vacant and lifeless. And this expression never changes or moves. We have the cut-outs, but there’s also the looping animation that plays when you restore pressure to the ink machine (it was also used in the steam announcement post over on TheMeatly’s patreon). And even though Bendy is moving in that loop- with even his horns moving a little- his face doesn’t.
In which the ultimate family roadtrip is an Actual Literal Roadtrip.
WITH OUTO CATS.
I N C O L O U R.
And this is how you know that Clamp secretly loves me. (For now)
But can we talk about how the family is shamelessly and unapologetically wearing matching shirts? Not even stylish matching shirts, but straight up tourist-shop-esque shirts with tiny feather patterns that THEY ALL AGREED TO WEAR TOGETHER AS THEY DROVE A JEEP THROUGH A SUNFLOWER FIELD.
WHO’S IDEA WAS IT. WHO COMMITTED THIS CRIME.
Please never show Tomoyo any evidence that this ever took place.
Every time Chat visits Mari, she, at one point or another, will throw catnip at him because it affects him and it is so much funnier than when a real cat does it because come on man YOU ARE HUMAN.
She makes a habit of doing it when his puns get particularly annoying, so she has a way of shutting him up when he gets annoying.
One day she goes out and buys some catnip before school. During the day, Adrien let’s slip one too many puns, which causes Marinette, out of habit, to throw some of the catnip at him. She immediately goes to apologise when she stop dead in her tracks because Adrien is sniffing the leaves and acting like a CAT?!
Everyone stares in shock at what’s happening, with a major sense of confusion, but for Marinette? Things have never been clearer.
It has been five whole minutes since Andrew locked gazes with the feline brat sitting on top of the coffee table before him. Neither of them moved aside from the cat’s gentle swaying of its tail.
An ear twitched, but Andrew remained still, watching the cat as if daring it to do something.
That was the first sound King Fluffykins had made in those five minutes of constant staring, and Andrew still did not know what the cat wanted. He did not want to know what the cat wanted. In fact, he would gladly return to his couch lounging and his whiskey if the cat would leave him be.
It mewled a second time.
“Could you feed the cat?” Neil called from a room down the hall. Andrew did not know exactly which room because he did not bother to turn and look; his eyes were glued to the feline’s.
The cat’s tail swayed like a grandfather clock, swinging over the edge of the coffee table where Cat 2 stared intently at it.
The cat was hungry, that much Andrew knew, but it was too late to back out of whatever was between them. This was war.
After what seemed like forever, King Fluffykins stood. Without breaking their cold war of stares, it jumped on the arm of the couch, perching itself right next to Andrew.
He raised his glass towards the cat, a subtle friendly gesture. The cat accepted it and sniffed his hand, poking its delicate nose inside the glass.
A silver of pink barely peeked past its mouth before the furry creature was snatched away by the only other human in the household.
“I don’t think alcohol is meant for cats,” Neil stated rather simply, putting King Fluffykins down on the carpet.
Andrew just shrugged. “It was a peace offering.”
“Its not a peace offering if you know it will kill them,” Neil stepped over Andrew’s legs, taking a seat on the other end of the couch. “You’re just tricking Fluffy into an untimely death.”
“The cat is stupid for falling for it, then.”
“Who do you think he got it from?”
Andrew turned his head, scanning Neil though half lidded eyes. “You.”
Andrew Minyard and cats will never not mean everything to me. Consider these concepts:
Consider: Andrew silently assigning the cats percentage points when he’s annoyed not that he’ll ever admit it out loud
Andrew Minyard telling the cats “I hate you” as often as he tells Neil.
Andrew Minyard then proceeding to feed them and allows the cats to gently headbutt his hands in appreciation
King Fluffkins coughing up a hairball and Andrew freezing up and cautiously staring at the cat because? what is he supposed to do??
Andrew keeps his reaction impassive, but he cleans up the hairball diligently anyways and make sure to keep the cat in his sight for the rest of the day
(If Neil catches on that he’s being nicer that day than he usually is, well, Neil knows when to keep his mouth shut)
Consider: one of the cats getting food poisoning and really sick
Andrew literally dropping everything he’s doing to rush to the vet
Andrew Minyard walking in and dumping the poor cat on the alarmed receptionist’s desk
Andrew keeping his face neutral as always but for once he really is concerned.
The vet asking for the cat’s name.
Andrew deadpanning “Sir Fat Cat McCatterson”
Andrew upping the cat’s percentage points to 275%
He’s also upping Neil’s percentage points for getting him into this damn mess
Consider: Andrew confiding Renee about what happened
Renee knowing a surprising amount of knowledge about cats (she volunteered at an animal shelter a while back) and telling Andrew if he ever has any questions he could come to her. Andrew wishing he could glare at Renee over the phone
Renee being Helpful™
and gifting him a book the next time he sees her
Andrew Minyard browsing the Internet and library to find books like “The Cat Owner’s Manuel” in case anything happens again
Consider: Andrew lounging around his apartment reading the books
Andrew bringing the books with him to practice or to out-of-state games
Andrew glaring at anyone who comments on them
Andrew does not murder Neil for smiling when he sees him with the books for the first time, but he does add +1% to his hate meter
Andrew Minyard reading the cat food ingredients carefully the next time he goes grocery shopping
Consider: Andrew and Neil finally coming home at last after a really tiring flight. Them curling up on the couch & the cats jumping up to greet them
Neil tiredly and softly whispering greetings and praises in Russian
(Neil’s and Andrew’s Russian are very good by now. They use it a lot at home)
Consider: The cats learning to understand basic Russian commands
Consider: The cats being part of Andrew and Neil
Consider: Andrew growing to love hate them as fiercely as he loves hates Neil
Consider: The cats growing to be part of why Andrew lives through each day
Now consider: One of the cats dying.
“Should we bury him?” “I thought you were more in the habit of burning bodies.” “Can you not be an asshole right now?”
But because I don’t want to end on a sad note, here’s a bonus:
Imagine Kevin Day meeting the cats for the first time.
Imagine Sir Fat Cat hating him.
Sir hisses at him. Sir tries to scratch him. Sir snarls whenever Kevin gets too close
Kevin catches on pretty quickly he’s unwanted and takes great pains to avoid Sir Fat Cat whenever he goes to Andrew and Neil’s apartment
Kevin tries to pet King Fluffkins next, but King Fluff just turns his head and walk away whenever Kevin approaches
“I’m a dog person anyways,” Kevin moodily tries to justify to himself. This is a strike to his ego.
Andrew doesn’t comment on it, but the next time Sir tries to jump into Andrew’s lap he doesn’t push Sir Fat Cat off.
In fact, he gives him a rare scratch behind his ear.
When Neil finds out he gives Sir Fat Cat and King Fluffkins a treat
They’re all Instigators at Heart
I love them
Anyways, I just want to say that Andrew + cats is a gift from the heavens and we should all treasure it for all of eternity
I really do think cats have this weird control over humans. Like, my cat just sat in front of my door and stared at my soul for like a min or two until I realized he wanted me to open the door for him.
Sounds amazing! Sure, let me take a sec. And it ended up being… weirdly fluffy. Sorry. I have no idea if it worked or failed epically. And it is very… weird. Sorry.
Name: You had one job, Sherlock! Summary: John was shot on a case, so Sherlock tries everything possible to get him to stay at home.
“Sherlock?” John opens the door and puts the bag of groceries on the table in the kitchen, then notices the terrible mess the room is in. “Sherlock, what’s happening here?”
“The cat,” Sherlock answers, staring at the cat sitting on the couch.
“What about it?”
“It has some holes in it.”
“WHAT?” John drops the cup on the table and runs towards the cat to check it. One of the legs has a bandage on it, and Watson almost falls on the couch, lulling the poor animal. “Sherlock Holmes, what did you do?”
“It wanted to check out the acid.”
“You left the acid opened when you have the animal at home?”
“I always leave it opened, it’s not my fault I made it in form of milk, and this thing could not recognize the acid. Cats are supposed to be smart.”
“That is my friend’s cat. Do you think she will enjoy coming home and finding out that her pet has a bandage from stepping in the acid?”
“I think the cat could have been smarter.”
“I think you could have not hurt the poor thing,” John strokes the cat’s back. “I am so sorry, kitty. He is just an idiot.”
“You are talking to a cat?”
“You burnt the cat’s leg, Sherlock!” John rapidly stands up and momentarily falls down, his leg burning with pain. “Holy shit.”
“John,” Sherlock quickly walks up to John and takes the cat on his hands. The ball of fur purrs and peacefully rests in his hands. John raises an eyebrow, as Sherlock calmly runs his fingers through the cat’s fur.
“That was a joke? You just put the bandage on the cat’s leg, so that I would get mad at you?” Sherlock nods. “And you did it because…”
“I want you to stop working at least for a week, just stay home, protecting the cat from me…”
“Because of my leg?” Sherlock nods, and John sighs. “Sherlock, I was shot on a case, it’s not your fault. Stop trying to get me to stay home!” Sherlock sits down by John’s side and looks him in the eye. “You tried pretending to be sick, locking me in my own room, food poisoning… Where did you get all those ideas?”
“Anderson?!” Sherlock nods, terribly ashamed of it. “Anderson?”
“He was pretty useless, but I did ask him.”
“You don’t have to protect me, Sherlock.”
“I do. John, you jumped in front of me, so it’s my responsibility… as Lestrade said, to take care of you,” Sherlock takes John’s hand. “And I will. Please, John… Please, stay home. The bullet fractured the bone, you may loose the ability to walk if you walk too much.”
“I can’t let you buy groceries,” finally whispers John, and Sherlock smiles. “You’ll get something weird and not eatable.”
“We will go to the shop together,” offers Sherlock. “And I will carry the bag.”
“My leg is not that bad.”
“But I cannot afford to loose my only friend, can I?” Sherlock asks John, then smiles. “And my only roommate. And possibly the only person capable of seeing me as a romantic partner.”
“Fine…” John sighs and leans back. “It’s called boyfriend, you know.”
“I know. But we are more than that,” Sherlock answers and stands up, quite annoyed by the fact that he always wants to stay with John and just listen to him murmur something. Or swear, Sherlock doesn’t really care.
“Sherlock?” John walks up to Sherlock and grabs his hand. “Thank you. I appreciate what you are doing. I… I know it’s hard for you to deal with all those… relationship things…”
“Just rest your leg,” answers Sherlock quietly. “I’ll take care of the food.”
(the-noodle-boi) He stared at the blue cat. Or well, what he became. "G-gumball ?"
Gumball knew that voice, but he barely remembered that face. It was Rob, but it wasn’t, someone kinder and less jaded. “You’re not my Rob. H-how did you get here? Why are you here?” Are the words that come from his mouth without warning.