The next few days went fairly well, all things considered. The boys absolutely adored the toons, spending all their time playing with them and sometimes even fought over who could play with who first. The toons loved the attention, but they made sure to settle the fights between the boys quickly and usually in a way that made everyone happy. Mike still had a hard time accepting the toons existence and was very wary to let his children play with them. Only repeated assurances from Linda and Henry kept Mike from truly objecting against the toons being with his kids, though he kept a close eye on them. The toons were used to this kind of behavior from adults, especially when their true existence was first revealed. So while they were polite to Mike, they mostly just ignored him until he'd be ready to accept them.
Natasha, while still hesitant, was a lot more open to the toons and was doing her best to get to know them. The toons were happy to talk to her when they weren't busy playing with the kids, and it wasn't long before she started to relax around them, except for Bendy. For some reason, Natasha had not been able to really talk to him. It wasn't because the little devil was hiding the opposite seemed to be true. He was almost always in the same room as Natasha, usually crouched on top of the highest couch, watching Natasha's every move.
Bendy wasn't glaring at Natasha and he would flash her an innocent smile whenever she looked at him. But his constant staring was putting Natasha on edge, making her feel like she was being stalked by a predator. She tried to ignore the growing feeling of discomfort and often attempted to talk to Bendy. But the little Ink Demon rarely replied, either disappearing through a puddle of ink or just continuing with that unnerving staring.
By the second day, pranks began to start. It was small things that Natasha almost didn't realize something was going on. Things like her things being rearranged, or something she just put down suddenly going missing. Then it started to escalate to things like find her face drawn on when she woke up in the morning and all her shirts suddenly dyed black. It was obvious Bendy was behind the pranks, especially when she found small silhouettes of Bendy's head draw somewhere on all of her possessions.
Natasha had no idea why Bendy was targeting her like this and Linda and Henry were just as clueless. Henry tried to talk to the little Ink Demon about it, but Bendy refused to explain. So Natasha decided she was just going to have to take things into her own hands.
Bendy giggled slightly to himself as he set up the bucket of ink over a doorway as well as a bag of feathers. His tail swished lazily behind him, manifesting because of his mischievousness. He knew he was being a little petty for all the pranks he was pulling all theses pranks on Natasha, but he couldn't help it. Natasha being born had been a big part of the reason Henry had left the Studio, left Bendy and the others in the hands of Joey.
Bendy knew that wasn't fair to either Natasha or Henry. Natasha didn't have a say in anything that happened when she was a baby and Henry staying in the studio didn't mean he would have been able to stop Joey's plans. In fact, having Henry still at the Studio probably only would have made him another victim of the Studio, likely making it impossible for any of them to have ever escaped. Bendy knew all this, but he couldn't help but still feel some slight resentment towards Natasha. Besides, both his toon and demonic instincts loved pulling all the pranks.
With everything set up, Bendy jumped over to the top of a nearby bookcase. He settled down with a grin on his face as he waited for the show.
"Bendy? Are you here?" Natasha asked as she slowly opened the door. "I need to talk to - EEEKKK!"
Natasha's scream of surprised dissolved into coughing as she stood the covered in dripping ink and feathers. Bendy giggled at the sight until he felt the bookcase shake slightly. Bendy peered over the side to see Natasha reaching for him. He ducked away and went to the wall. Letting the ink in his hands and feet soften and become sticky, Bendy scrambled up the wall and across the ceiling to the center of the room, well out of reach of Natasha.
"That's not fair!" Natasha complained, standing under the little devil. Bendy's head spun around easily so he could give her an innocent smile, a sight that was somehow both really creepy and strangely adorable. Bendy giggled, turning his head around and was about to crawl way when something hit, nearly making him lose his grip. Whipping his head around, Bendy only had time to see Natasha make of a ball of ink and feathers off from the stuff dripping off her and throwing it Bendy. It smacked him in the face and he squeaked in surprise before he lost his grip completely, making him fall to the floor.
"Bendy!" Natasha said in surprise running over to the fallen toon. "Are you alright? I didn't mean to…"
Natasha cut off with a sputter as Bendy through a ball of ink at her. Bendy giggled as he ran away from Natasha as she wiped the ink off her face.
"I'm going to get you for that!" Natasha grinned, giving chase and throwing the ink at Bendy. The room dissolved into laughter as the two of them ran around throwing ink at each other until they both got tired out. After they caught their breath, Natasha was finally able to have a long talk with Bendy, letting them finally bond as the siblings they were. They worked together to clean up the room, Bendy reabsorbing the ink while Natasha straightened up everything they had knocked over.
They still had a lot to get used to about each other, but they were determined to make it work. They were family after all.