Matthew Mills

Matthew Mills was more than just the bendy boy from The Bendy Unicorn – he was the tavern's soul, the beacon of excitement. Perched atop his beloved mead keg, he bent himself like a willow in the wind, stretching his limbs as patrons gasped and cheered.

His oversplits were legendary, his backbends breathtaking – every hour, with a smile on his face, he hopped onto the keg to wow the crowd with every fold of skin and strain of muscle pulling him into another impossible position.

The regulars loved him, the newcomers gawked, and his father Eugene simply shook his head and poured another round for those mesmerized by his son's talent, knowing full well his son was the reason business had never been better.

But Matt's talents didn't end with his rubber-limbed performances upon his keg. No sir, when not twisting himself into pretzels and folding himself into sandwiches, he weaved between tables with the grace of a gazelle, balancing beer mugs effortlessly upon a tray held aloft with one hand.

He shimmied his hips, twirled on one foot and even arched backward like a bowstring, keeping every mug perfectly steady through it all. Some swore he moved like an exotic dancer from a brothel, all playful winks and hypnotic swaying, leaving a trail of laughter and spilled coins in his wake.

And if you asked anyone at The Bendy Unicorn what made the place special, they'd all say the same thing – it was Matthew Mills, the boy who used to break dishes as a clumsy child but had become the embodiment of balance, never dropping a single glass even if he had to carry the tray on top of his head!