Henry sat, his pencil hovering just above his paper. He could hear faint scratching behind him. He stared blankly at his sheet, listening to the sounds of Joey drawing rather than attempting to make a drawing of his own. After a few minutes, he heard the small clink of the pencil being put down. He took that to mean Joey was finished, and set his own pencil down. He turned, to see his friend looking at him, pride clear across his face.

The two had been friends since first grade, and they had always shared the dream of one day becoming famous. It had been sheer luck that Sillyvision Studios had hired the pair to create a small animation for them. They had sat down to come up with character ideas. So far, Henry hadn't thought of anything. He couldn't get his mind of the image of a dog, but found no way to incorporate the animal into the cartoon. By the looks of it, Joey had better luck than he had.

Henry stood, and peered over at Joey's desk. There was a drawing of a peculiar creature. It's face was cheerful and bright, with a large grin. There were strange black points on either side of its head, that almost appeared to be horns. Its body was round and black, with stubby legs and black shoes. One hand held a cane, while the other was on its hips. It had a bowtie around it's neck. A pointed black tail trailed out behind it.

"Isn't it cool, Henry?" Joey asked, admiring his drawing with wide hazel eyes.

"It looks like a happy demon," Henry bluntly responded, looking over it with scrutiny.

The two fell silent for a few long moments, before Joey quietly responded. "Yeah... It is a happy demon. It's a good demon." After staring at the drawing for a second more, he finished with, "It's a dancing demon."

Henry let out a chuckle. "A good demon? Joey, I think a 'good demon' would be an angel."

"No, Henry. A good demon. Think about it. Bad demons grow stronger from negative emotions. The use their dark magic to hurt others, and generate those negative emotions. Fear, pain, sorrow, etcetera. But good demons... Good demons have dark magic too, but they use it for good reasons. They help others, and grow stronger from positive emotions. Joy, love, hope." Joey held up his drawing, a smile growing across his face. "This is a dancing demon. He spreads happiness through performance; song and dance."

Henry stared at his friend in confusion. Joey had always been one for coming up with strange ideas, but this was by far the strangest. Joey didn't seem to notice, however, and continued to gawk over his drawing.

"Yeah, Henry! I like this. I think we might keep this one."

Henry shook his head. "I don't know, Jo. I don't think it'll go over well-"

"Nonsense! This is perfect." Joey set the drawing down again, beaming ear to ear. "This guy... He's cheerful, friendly, he's energetic, he's caring and kind, this is perfect! He's sweet and considerate, and he loves preforming, Henry can't you see how perfect this is?!"

Henry sighed and sat back down. "I don't know. I just don't know."

Joey pulled out another sheet of paper, drawing the character again. "This will be amazing. All he needs is a few adjustments and a name."

"A name? For that thing? Name it Lucifer and call it done."

Joey scowled at his friend. "No! Not Lucifer. He's a good demon, remember? Hmm, maybe we should name it Henry, eh?"

Henry leaned over and elbowed Joey in the side. Joey chuckled, before reaching up to ruffle his noticeably taller friend's hair. Henry responded by batting Joey's hand away, smirking.

"But seriously, what should we name it?" Joey asked.

"You made that thing, you name it."

"But I don't have any ideas!"

Henry pulled his chair closer to Joey's desk, peeking over his shoulder. He stared at the drawing for a minute, while Joey made a slightly different sketch of it. Eventually, Henry muttered, "Otis? No..."

"I don't think anything... normal would fit it, if you know what I mean."

"I know, I know... How about... Bendy?"

Joey paused, looking at the drawing. "I like it. Bendy it is." Joey scrawled the name across the bottom of the paper. Henry turned back to his. "I still haven't thought of anything."

Joey glanced back at his friend. "Well, what do you think would be a good companion for a good demon?"

"I can't get the image of a dog out of my head. I don't know why." Henry ran a hand through his dark brown hair, staring down at his paper.

"Well, I don't think our Bendy here would have a pet... What about a wolf friend?" Joey suggested.

Henry thought for a second. "That might work..." He picked up his pencil, and began a sketch. Soon, he faintly felt a breath on the back of his neck. He ignored it, and remained bent on his drawing. Soon, before him was the image of a cartoon wolf, standing on it's hind legs. Henry set his pencil down, quickly sitting up straight. A yelp sounded out from behind him. He spun around to see Joey rubbing his nose. His glasses had slid off, and they landed on the wooden floor with a clatter.

"Whoops! Sorry there, Jo." Henry quickly picked his friend's glasses up, handing them back. Joey put them back on. "Warn me before you do that next time."

"I didn't know you where that close."

"I wasn't that close. You backed up too much."

"I felt you breathing on my neck."

"But I wasn't close enough for that!"

Henry rolled his eyes, and turned back to his drawing. "Anyways, what about a name for this guy?"

Joey scooted back towards Henry, half-standing to peer over Henry's shoulder. Joey may have been 24, but he was still only 5'3''. "How about... Franklin?"

Henry shook his head. "Not quite..." The two stared at the drawing in silence for a few minutes.

"Hmm... how about what you said the first time, Otis?" Joey suggested.

"Maybe... but maybe not."

"Then... Boris maybe?"

Henry hesitated, looking at his drawing. "Alright, Boris sounds good. Bendy and Boris." Henry began sketching the name onto the paper. "This'll be a hit! We'll be famous in no time!" Joey cheered.