#2D Bendy AU fanfic

[lexi-the-demon-69]

Howdy and Welcome!

!!Please be aware that some of my content, especially my AUs, can contain subjects that may be disheartening or disturbing to some people. Viewer discretion is advised!!

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Yeah, took me long enough to make a welcome post for my page. But anyway-

Howdy! I'm Lexi-The-Demon, also known as Cake Chan! Welcome to my page! I'm an artist, writer, and self-taught 2D Animator who wants to make my hobby into a profession!

My page mostly focuses on Cookie Run Kingdom-related content and, more specifically, Dark Choco Cookie content. I make comics, fanfics, fan art, and AUs about him a lot because I just love the character so much! So, if you really like this kind of content, then my page is the place for you!

I also make other content than just Cookie Run because I will sometimes post art about Bendy and the Ink Machine, Henry Stickmin (Rarely), or John Wick. If you're interested in that, then this is also the place for you! However, I don't really post much about them that much, but I will make some fan art about them from time to time.

My ask box is always open if you have any questions you want to ask me or send me any fan art! I'm always open to answering questions and receiving fan art because I love interacting with you all!

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About Me!

Name: Lexi/Cake Chan/Cake/Lex (You can refer to me with whatever you'd like)

Gender: Female

Age: 18

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What I post here!

Comics (My ongoing comics: Down The Rabbit Hole Making Amends (currently on hold) Monster (currently on hold)

Fan art

Fanfics/oneshots

Headcanons !!Some of my headcanons may be a bit disheartening. Viewer discretion is advised!!

Animations

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Fandoms I'm involved in!

Cookie Run

Henry Stickmin (not anymore)

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

John Wick

Sonic the Hedgehog

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My AUs!

A New Life AU !!This AU involves Chocofait: A Cookie Run ship between Dark Choco Cookie and Parfait Cookie. Both characters have no confirmed age and are more than likely adults. This AU also has content that may be disheartening or disturbing to some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised!!

Ghoul Dark Choco AU !!This AU involves Carachoco: A Cookie Run ship between Dark Choco Cookie and Caramel Arrow Cookie. Both characters have no confirmed age and are more than likely adults. This AU also has content that may be VERY disheartening or disturbing to some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised!!

Dark Choco in Wonderland AU (This AU does not have a detailed post about it, since it doesn't really need one.)

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My alternative Platforms!

Youtube: @Cake Chan 69

Deviantart: @CakeChan69

Wattpad: @chibi-cake-chan

Reddit: u/cakes_a_lonely_ass

Cookie Run Kingdom OC Wiki: @Cake Chan 69

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I hope you enjoy your stay!

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[zanzaflux]

This story is based on the 2D Bendy and Ink Henry AUs created by @shinyzango and @themarginalartist respectively. Thanks for the inspiration guys!

Summary: Linda had done it. She's got the keys to her freedom and she will finally have her revenge on the man that took her brother from her. It's time to make her dreams come true.

Whew, this was harrowing lol. It was fun, but this story took on a life of its own. Anyway, I think I'll have this crazy story wrapped up in one more chapter. Enjoy the chaos everyone!

[artemis-mara]

Demonic Aura

Edit: Due to all the notes I’ll edit this and post my next fic soon!

So, those brainstorm sketches that Zango posted…yeah. My hand slipped. Also, @themarginalartist helped me out a lot in her stream, so huge thanks to her! I didn’t stay up till 1:30 am writing this, heh what are you talking about? This ended up being 1,366 words. It was meant to be about 500 but…yeah. Hope you enjoy!

2D Bendy AU Belongs to @shinyzango

The hallway is quiet, the only sounds being the wooden floor creaking under Henry’s feet, the occasional drip of ink onto the mostly clear floor, and his own breathing. Bendy is on his page in Henry’s left hand while the ink tool Alice gave him is in his right hand. The dastardly bulk searches have been giving them quite the trouble. With the standard, yet still dangerous, searchers and now the Butcher Gang mutants after them constantly, it puts them on edge while hunting for these things. Although, the real danger is “Bendy” who is prowling around somewhere in this cursed studio. 

Henry stops in his tracks at the sound of splashing ink and a low groan. Turning to his left, where he heard the bulk searcher., he sees that it is facing away from them. ‘Good, now we just have to-’ His thoughts are cut off however as a slight pang of pain in his chest caused him to gasp, alerting the bulk searcher to their presence. It gives one more groan before disappearing back into the ink. Bendy looked up at his friend with a confused look which quickly turned to concern as he watched Henry put a hand over his heart. “Henry? What’s wrong? Are you ok?!” The little toon questions worriedly. Henry couldn’t hear the toon as the sound of his own heartbeat fills his ears. Clutching his shirt, he looks around, seeing vein like ink crawling its way towards them. Panic sets in as the sounds of heavy footsteps make their way towards the two. Swiveling his head rapidly, he spots a Miracle Station in the corner and dashes for it. Getting inside and shutting the door quietly, Henry looks through the opening in the door only to see the one and only “Bendy” limping their way, looking aimlessly about for his prey. Trying to calm his heart, Henry sits down on the bench that’s inside the station, setting the ink tool next to him, and takes deep breaths. Although, the closer their predator got, the louder, quicker, and harder his heart would seem to pump. Feeling a cough trying to rip its way out, he quickly covers his mouth, suppressing it, the effort shaking his body as his eyes clench shut in concentration. Even the feeling of blood running down over his hand went unnoticed by the man. 'What’s happening to me? This hasn’t happened before, what’s different?’ Bendy is really worried now, but he can’t risk saying anything while the man is deep in thought and pain due to “Bendy” being right outside. That left him with only being able to hold Henry’s thumb that’s right next to him, trying to comfort him. The panic flowing through the bond causes the little toon to shake in fear. The heavy footfalls start to pass through the next corridor, letting some panic settle. When “Bendy’s” footsteps can barely be heard anymore, Henry grabs the ink tool and goes to stand, about to check the peephole, but failed to realize how physically affected he really is. His knees weak, he falls forward, crashing into the door causing it to fly open and for him to crash onto the floor, shakily gasping for air, blood running from his nose. The little toon cries out, “H-Henry?!” Knowing the loud bang wasn’t going to go unnoticed by their feared enemy, Henry tries to get up fast but isn’t fast enough. A loud screech coming from his right confirms his fears. Finally, on his feet, he takes off down the hallway towards the one safe place left. The elevator. Although, as Henry is running down the hallway, doubt starts creeping up in his mind. The fact that “Bendy” had been so close when catching sight of them and the increase in his heartbeat worse than before due to the creature chasing them being so close and him running. In fact, his right leg decides to give out right under him. Letting out a cry as he hits the ground for the second time he frantically tries to get up and grab the dropped tool. When he’s just about to grab it, “Bendy” grabs his leg and drags him back, letting his claw dig into Henry’s leg. Letting out a hiss of pain he twists his body and backhands the demon lurking over him in its smirking face, making it recoil in shock. Taking that opportunity, Henry bolts, sweeping the tool up in his rush and heads straight for the elevator. But, a sharp spike of fear stops him in his tracks, looking down he doesn’t find Bendy in his pocket or hand. Spinning on his heels, Henry finds the demon creature holding Bendy’s page, grin extremely wide. Without a second thought, Henry charges back towards the unsuspecting demon, ink tool clutched in his hand. Letting out a growl Henry shouts, “Let him go,” plunging the tool straight into the demon’s chest he emphasizes, “NOW!” Letting out an ear-splitting screech, it lets go of Bendy, backing up in pain, clutching at its new wound. Grabbing Bendy’s page with the ink tool in hand, Henry bolts once again for the elevator. Rounding the corner, Henry’s hope dissipates. The elevator isn’t there. Dread fills the two as the all too familiar screech of a ticked off “Bendy” grows nearer. Making a split-second decision, Henry runs for the stairs, remembering that they decided to leave the elevator on the floor below. The constant stomps of heavy footfalls fill the empty corridors, letting the sound bounce off the walls, filling the silence they once dreaded. Flinging himself around the corner to run down the next flight of stairs the screeching demon continues it’s chase, infuriated that his prey had been able to wound him. He was going to make them pay! Heavily breathing, Henry skips the last three stairs, running straight for the elevator that sits waiting for the two with Boris waiting inside. The wolf spotting the two was about to wave but stopped as he hears the screech of the demon chasing them and quickly backs into the corner of the elevator. Flinging himself and Bendy into the safety of the elevator, slamming the button to the upper floor. Just as the gates close, “Bendy” reaches the last step, glaring at the three as they go up to another floor. As the elevator starts moving Henry backs up and collapses next to Boris trying to catch his breath, clutching his shirt right over where his heart should be. The poor wolf kneels down and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder, whining in concern. Feeling overwhelming fear flow through the bond he brings Bendy closer to himself, as well as Boris in a sort of group hug. After the elevator stops, they just sit there in each other’s comforting presence, trying to calm down from the intense events that have just transpired. After a couple minutes, they break the hug, Henry wiping the blood from his face, staring at it in thought, but a slight tug on his thumb breaks his train of thought. Looking down at Bendy he gives a sad smile, “I’m sorry Bendy, I shouldn’t have dropped you like that,” Henry frowns looking away, “I can’t believe I did that.” “Henry,” he looks down at the toon again, “that wasn’t your fault. It’s ok. Are you ok?” “Yeah bud, I’m ok,” he gains a serious expression, “but we’re going to have to be a lot more careful bud. I don’t know why, but my heart…whenever that thing gets near, my heart starts beating a lot faster than normal.” The little demon looks at him concerned. “W-why’s that Henry? What do you think it means?” “…I don’t know bud. I just don’t know.”

[pooka-dragon]

Snow day

Okay, I swear there is gonna be less angst in this one, but it is a little interaction involving Bendy with snow. I asked @shinyzango of how he’ll react to snow. It won’t be as effective as water would, but if he does stand out there for awhile, his movement will start to freeze up a bit.  But he will get to experience it for the first time since he’s been out of the studio. 

So let’s get to it! 

Henry groaned a bit when he felt something eagerly nudging him awake. “Henry, Henry, wake up!” Henry could tell who it was by the familiar voice. 

He blinked one eye open to glance at his alarm clock and groaned at the time. It was not even sunrise yet, showing it was five in the morning.

“Bendy, it’s early in th’ mornin’...go back ‘t sleep....” Henry groaned, pulling the blanket over his head to try to go back asleep again. But that wasn’t happening as he grunts when Bendy sat on his chest, trying to wake him up. 

“But Henry! Something happened outside!” Something got the little guy excited...

...and he was not gonna leave Henry alone until he see’s it. 

As much as he wanted to go back to sleep, Henry sighs deeply and managed to wake himself up, glancing at the small demon that seemed like he was gonna burst out of excitement. 

“What is it that ya wanna show me?” He asked, slowly sitting up and stretched. 

“Henry, look outside!” Bendy said, going over to his window and hopped up a bit to look at it. Henry slowly got out of bed to see what was getting the demon all excited. His expression changed when he saw outside. 

The streets was covered with snow, snowflakes still falling down from the sky. The streetlights gave it a luminous glow, to make it so calm and peaceful. Henry smiled a bit as he leaned over a bit to look outside. 

“Wow...I haven’t seen it snow like this in such a long time.” He smiled, glancing at the scenery. “Snow? What’s snow?” Bendy asked, looking up at him. Henry looks down at him, then tries to think of a way to explain it to him. 

“Well...when the weather gets cold enough, it’ll produce this instead of rain. Snow is like rain, only it is frozen. And so people play in it when there’s a few inches of snow on the ground. 

“Oh, can we go, Henry!? Pretty please!? I wanna play in the snow!” Bendy hopped up and down, having his hands together and looks at Henry with a hopeful expression. 

“I don’t know, bud...” 

“PLLEEEAAASSSE??” Bendy’s eyes got a bit bigger. Henry stares at him for a brief moment before sighing. 

“Oh, can those eyes get any bigger--don’t answer that.” He chuckled, pointing at Bendy when he was gonna say something about it. Henry sighed. “...alright, let me see if any of my sweaters will fit ya...don’t want you freezing out there, huh?” He asked, going into his closet to find something for Bendy. 

Bendy could hardly contain his excitement, making a squeak toy sound effect, making Henry chuckle a bit at that before finding something. “Here we go. Might be a bit big for you, but I’ll think it’ll help you keep warm.” He said, pulling out a green sweater. 

It seemed pretty worn out, but it’ll keep the demon warm as he placed it over his head. “There we go...you okay, bud?” He asked. He could only get a nod from him in response before he pulled the neckline down a bit to talk. 

“I’m okay, Henry.” Bendy smiled. Henry smiled a bit before he puts on a thick jacket, getting his boots on, then finding another pair of boots for Bendy. 

As he made sure that Bendy was well warm enough, he got to the front door and looks Bendy. “You ready, Bendy?” Henry asked. Bendy nods, holding his hand. Henry smiled at him before opening the door. 

A cool breeze hits them both and Bendy could only stare at the place in awe. He slowly walked out when Henry walked out into the snow. The snow underneath Bendy’s feet crunched every time he took a step.

Bendy smiled as he spun around, looking at the scene, then looks at Henry. “So what people do for fun in the snow, Henry?” Bendy asked. Henry smiled at him. “Well, they make snowmen, have snowball fights or make snow angels.” He smiled. 

“What’s a snowman?” Bendy asked and Henry smiled. “Alright, first we need three large balls of snow--”

“I got this!” Bendy rushed and made three large balls of snow, which they were a tad bit bigger than Henry. Just as he was about to say something, Bendy already stacked them onto another, as if they weighed nothing at all.

“....remind me not to underestimate your strength.” Henry smiled, chuckling and that made the small demon giggle as well. “So what now, Henry?” Bendy asked. “Well, now let’s get sticks for the arms and stones to make a face for our snowman.” He said. 

Bendy nods as he managed to find the stones easily and Henry got sticks, managing to place them on the snowman. “You wanna do the face for our snowman, Bendy?” He asked. 

Bendy nods eagerly before looking up at how tall the snowman was. “....I should’ve thought this through when I made ‘im this big...” Bendy said, making Henry chuckled softly. 

“Here, I’ll help you out.” He smiled, picking him up. Bendy looks at Henry, who placed him on his shoulders and Bendy nods. He stood up slowly on his shoulders, keeping balance as Henry held his feet. 

It took Bendy a minute, but placed the stones on the snowman, making the snowman having a smile. “Like this, Henry?” He asked and Henry nods. “Yep, exactly like that.” He smiled before placing him back down.

Bendy smiled at their snowman before looking at Henry. “Okay, so what about a snowball fight? How does that work?” Bendy asked and Henry smirked a bit, which was a playful smirk. 

“Okay, you gather up snow in your hand like this,” He demonstrated as he gathered it up in his hands and Bendy did the same. 

“Then you bunch it up until it looks like a ball.” He said and Bendy nods. 

“Now what?” Bendy asked, having his ready. 

“The point of having snowball fights is when two people or more start throwing snowballs at each other. It’s kinda like a sport for everyone to enjoy. But don’t hit people in the face, they don’t like that--”

He was cut off when suddenly felt a snowball being hit on the side of his head, completely catching him off guard. He looks down at Bendy, who tried to look innocent as an angel halo ‘popped’ on the top of his head. 

Henry smirked a bit and got his snowball ready. “So you wanna do it that way, huh?” 

Bendy gasped a bit and ran away from Henry as he chucked the snowball at him, missing him by a few inches. “You’re gonna get it, bud!” Henry chuckled, getting another snowball ready before chucking it once again, managing to hit Bendy’s arm. 

They threw a few back and forth until Bendy hits a snowball square on Henry’s chest. He groaned as he playfully fell backwards, playing dead as Bendy laughed and managed to walk over to him. “...Henry?” Bendy called out, still giggling. 

Henry cracked one eye open before closing it quickly until Bendy got close. Once he did, he grabbed the demon into his arms. “Gotcha!” Bendy laughed as he tried to wiggle out of Henry’s arms as he fell back in the snow, both of them laughing. 

Henry smiled as he looks at the sky, hugging Bendy as he giggled until he calmed down, hugging Henry. “I didn’t think snow will be this much fun, Henry.” Bendy smiled and Henry looks at him. 

“Yeah...I haven’t done this in years...it was pretty fun.” He smiled until he felt Bendy’s movement was slowing down a bit and he looks down at Bendy. 

“Hey, you okay, bud?” Henry asked, then felt him shiver a bit. “I...I c-c-can’t move a-a lot.” He stuttered and Henry looks at him before sitting up. He noticed Bendy’s arm being stiffed. “...we better get you inside. You’re probably starting to freeze up because you’re made of ink...” He unzipped his jacket and tucked Bendy inside to help him keep warm as he stood up.

Bendy clings onto Henry, shivering a bit as they got inside back of the house. He glanced at Bendy before going over to the living room. He goes over to the fireplace to get it started. 

Once it starts to go, he goes over to the kitchen and after a few minutes, he came back with two cups of hot chocolate. 

Bendy was clinging to the blankets, still shivering a bit, but not as bad as before. When Henry came into the living room, he gently picked Bendy up and placed him on his lap, covering them both with a blanket. 

“Here ya go, Bendy...careful, it’s hot.” Henry said softly, handing Bendy the mug of hot chocolate. Bendy managed to hold onto the mug as he took a small sip. 

“...how you feeling?” He asked. 

“...a bit better...” Bendy said, looking at him. Henry smiled as he rubbed Bendy’s head gently. “Next time, we’ll time of how long we stay out there so that we can avoid you freezing up, okay?”

Bendy could only nod and snuggled up against Henry, tucking the blanket a bit closer as he relaxed. 

Henry smiled a bit tiredly and sadly as he leaned back against the recliner, having one arm around Bendy. “....thanks, Henry.” Bendy mumbled before he finally fell asleep. Henry smiled as he affectionately squeezed him softly. 

“....you’re welcome, bud...” 

FLUFF IS HERE, YAY!!! 

Thank you all for reading this and there will be more to come! 

Until then, 

Pooka-dragon

[enigmas-artdeck]

Wrong: A 2D Bendy AU Fanfic Part 3

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARIGHT

I finally FINISHED the FINAL PART! This one took me a while because I kept getting caught up with other things like family and shit. BUT NOW I’M DONE!

So anyway, thank you guys for enjoying my fanfic! I wasn’t really sure about posting it at first, but once you guys showed me that you like it, you gave me a huge boost in confidence. So without you all, it would’ve been just the one part. So thank you guys. *monitor hug*

part 1

part 2

NOW LET’S GET TO SOME MORE ANGST:

“AYE HENRY I’M COMIN’ IN.”

The front door burst open from a powerful kick. A young boy, appearing no older that 12, nonchalantly walked into the cozy living room. He sat down on the plaid green couch, setting his backpack down on the floor next to him. Then he got up and walked to the door, realizing he left his key within the lock. As he removed the key, a large crick sounded, making look down at the key in confusion. Realizing that the key didn’t make the sound, he strode back to the couch. As he sat, a screech was heard throughout the house. His brow furrowed, then he removed his book from the backpack. Lo and behold, when the book was opened to the required chapter, an elder man was thrown up the stairs, and into the storage closet.

“Will you stop that? You’re making have a small existential crisis on whether my things made this happen,” the kid raised his voice for the sarcastic remark. The child slid off the couch, heading towards the man to help him up. After the elder made it to his feet, along with making his way downtown to the couch, the kid started up some small talk.

“Bendy’s that upset, Henry?” The elder rubbed his upper arm, the same one that he used to try and break down the door many times in the past 3 days. Henry’s gaze wandered over to the entrance to the basement.

“Unfortunately yes, Samson. He’s been like this Wednesday. Work actually let me stay home all week, with the promise of overtime, of course.”

“Didn’t you tell my mom that he locked himself in his room?”

“He moved to the basement after I took an axe to his bedroom door. Thank god there are a few in the shed. He took all the ink with him, lord knows how. There wasn’t a drop anywhere.”

“Why didn’t you axe the basement door?”

“He took the axe with him.”

“What the fuck Bendy I thought Henry told you to stop taking the bladed items with you to sleep.”

“Where did that come from?”

“I have no clue.” Without warning, Samson jumped off the couch and headed to the basement. The kid actually made it down the stairs before Henry realized that Samson theft the couch’s safety.

“Wait, Samson!” He followed the boy. Henry called to Samson from the top of the stairs. “Get back up here! We have to wait! We need to plan this!” Halfway down the stairs, inky black hands rose through the cracks in the floorboards, pushing him to the top. They wade a solid (how?) wall, preventing the elder from continuing.

“SAMSON!” He screeched the boy’s name one last time before heading off to find another way into the basement.

Meanwhile Samson nonchalantly walked through the musty cement rooms. He shone his flashlight into every corner in an attempt to see if Bendy was hiding anywhere else. While doing so, he called out to the ink demon.

“Bendy, cut the shit! You’re making Henry very worried. You can’t just mope down here for the rest of your life. You need to square up and face the music.”

Somehow, this got to Bendy.

The crooked, dripping, 8-foot humanoid figure just blinked into existence in front of the child. If Samson was shocked by this, he gave no hint of the emotion. He stood there, looking down (Was he really? It’s hard to tell with ink covering his face.) at the 12-year-old.

“Aye. Quit standing around and get back upstairs.” Bendy blinked again, this time, hunching over Samson, hands gripping an invisible ball around the child’s head.

“NO.” Ink dribbled out of the cracks in Bendy’s razored fangs.

“Yes, you are.” He walked away from the dripping frame. Bendy watched as Samson pulled up a old hickory chair that’s missing half the backrest. Samson ste if down in front of the twisted Bendy, plopping down in the chair as if it were a mass of pillows.

“Here’s the deal. Your ass will get back upstairs, you will get any help that’s needed, and you will be fine. No more moping, no more sitting in a room walled off by ink, no more shutting people out. It’s not going to help. If you keep bottling yourself up, then you’ll just explode, and it’ll be a horrendously grating mess to clean up. So get upstairs and talk.”

“NO. I’M NOT GOING BACK UPSTAIRS. I’M STAYING HERE WHERE I CAN’T HURT ANYONE.”

“But you’re not going to. Let’s just go get Henry-”

“BUT I WANTED TO KILL JEREMY! I WANTED TO BASH HIS SKULL IN! I WANTED TO PUT HIM IN THE HOSPITAL! IN THE MORGUE!” He inched closer to Samson during the crazed rambling. “I WANTED TO SLAUGHTER A KID FOR SOMETHING THAT COULD’VE BEEN FIXED IN CONTROLLED WAYS! I WANTED TO WATCH HIM DIE AND LAUGH AT HIM WHILE HE SUFFERED! I’M NOT A HERO, I’M A DEVIL!” Acting on impulse, he pushed the chair-and Samson- away. Samson flew a few feet back before landing on the concrete with a reverberating thwack, then slid for another foot.. Bendy store at Samson’s frame, heaving. The child slowly got up, placing his his palm on the left corner on his forehead. When he drew it back, there was a crimson color. Blood.

“My god Bendy.”

Both heads whipped to face Henry, who finished squeezing through one of the windows. He slowly approached the pair. Bendy started looking around.

“No… I-I didn’t… I couldn’t… Samson… Henry… hurt him…” Bendy kept speaking in broken sentences as he moved back. He mad a mad dash around the corner, but was stopped by the next sentence.

“I’ve had those thoughts too.”

Bendy’s head shakily turned around.Samson was standing there, Henry helping the child stay upright.

“Are you alright?” The elder’s concern for the child was overwhelming.

“Yeah, just a scrape. Had worse.” Once they were sure that Samson wouldn’t fall over, the child left Henry’s grasp and walked straight up to Bendy.

“Now, as I was saying, I’ve had those thoughts before. I’ve wanted to put Jeremy in a hospital so, so many times. I’ve constantly thought about pushing him in front of a moving car. Or picking up the heaviest rock I could find and watching him over the head a dozen times. But you know what? They’re just thoughts. You might think about them, but that technically mean that you will do the actual acts. And that shove? That was an accident. There’s an enormous difference between a willful act and an impulsive one. So Bendy, please FOR THE LOVE OF CARTOONS AND THE SAKE OF YOUR AND HENRY’S MENTAL HEALTH, GET UPSTAIRS AND SPILL YOUR GUTS!”

The trio just stood there, Samson in determination, Henry in awe, and Bendy in… something.After what seemed like an eternity, Bendy, started to break off into chunks. Henry and Samson watched, preparing for whatever might happen next.

Bendy slowly rose from the puddle, now in his regular toon form. Thick, black, inky tears rolled down his cheeks as he walked up to Henry. While doing so, the rest of the ink slid up to rejoin his shaking frame. He looked up at the two humans.

“That’s the Bendy we know and care for. You feel somewhat better now?”

The toon nodded. Bendy smiled at the two, tears still falling. Henry crouched down to the toons height.

“Want to talk civilly now?” Bendy shook his head lightly.

‘No, not yet. Maybe later.” Samson jabbed to the path he took earlier.

“We’ll let’s get outta here first. Do damn musty. Let’s play a game or something until you feel ready to talk. Sound good?” Both nodded to the suggestion. “Henry, lead the way, please.”

Samson and Bendy followed the elder through the damp basement and up the stairs. Bendy looked down into the basement one last time before shutting the door.

He was going to be alright.

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So after all that angst, have some fluff. SOME.

Yeah, the bully’s named Jeremy. It was the best name i could think of.

This has been some ride we went on. Thanks for sticking around!

[midnightcreator12]

Finally finished new chapter! Have some good fluff before we start walking with angels!

2D Bendy AU is by the awesome @shinyzango go check out the tag on her page!

[justanerrrd-blog]

Shocked Part 2/2

He was growing worried, increasingly so as he noted the toon’s curled up position, faint lines of movement punctuating the light tremble of his body.

“Hey...Hey! Bendy! It’s okay. You’re okay now. Just look at me please?”

Bendy did as requested, but this only served to increase the icy grip of unease in the chest of his creator. His eyes lacked their usually emotive style, and his face was set into a frown. He held his arms around himself tightly as he shivered and shook, tail wound close like it would provide some warmth. For the toon to look so shaken and cold..it worried him.

“Let’s...Let’s take a break yeah?”

He got no response from the distant demon.

With worry sown deep in his heart he carefully unfolded the page from his wallet, the one that served as the toon’s small resting space.

It took some coaxing and a bit of patience, but eventually the shivering toon was curled tightly in the blanket’s, his back to Henry as he shook and shrank into himself.

Henry settled into a corner where he could watch the door, holding the page close to his chest in a sort of embrace in hopes of reassuring the shocked toon. Eventually, he looked back to see that the toon’s head was releasing small Zz’s, even as his small frame continued to tremble.

“Bendy...”

He sighed, resolute to keep watch until his little friend had recovered from this strange affliction. Hopefully he could ask the toon more about it when he woke up...

@shinyzangointeracts

[the-cosmic-blogger]

MY FAVORITE BENDY AU! :D

Taking a break of the AHIT stuff to indulge in an old favorite of mine - the “2D Bendy AU” by @shinyzango

It was a fun concept and had found family vibes AND protective Dad vibes??? I loved it, still do <3 

[nyrandrea]

Breakdown

This chapter is a weird one because it was inspired by a number of things: @themarginalartist's InkDad Henry (loosely), an illustration that popped out at me by @the-vampire-inside-me and various illustrations from @shinyzango, of course.

So...sorry if this may seem like a mess. xD

Once again, this story is inspired by Zango's 2D Bendy AU which is, and always has been, amazing.

Enjoy!

The air was thick with the poisonous stench of the ink that surrounded them.

Henry felt beads of sweat run down his face as he kept swinging his axe at a group of small, crawling ink monsters. Each and every one that he managed to hit dissolved and melted into a black inky puddle, the floor was absolutely covered in the gooey liquid at this point. But it seemed as though that with every Searcher that was defeated, another one took it's place fairly quickly. 

The wooden room was filled with the sounds of the low moans, groans and hisses of the monsters, it started to make Henry wonder if there was just an unlimited number of these grotesque creatures, there always seemed to be more and more of them the further into the studio he went.

He struck another one on the head with his axe before looking over at the huge pack that blocked the path, some of the monsters had even started to meld their bodies against each other, forming huge black abominations of faces, arms and legs, it was honestly hard to tell which part was which. 

Henry took a small moment to stand back and catch his breath, he had been fighting for a solid twenty minutes so far, and it was starting to take it's toll.

Luckily, a large black hand swiped at the Searcher fusions before they could reach and attack Henry again, instantly smashing them into a puddle of ink stains across the floor, saving him the trouble of fighting them himself. He tiredly grinned up at his large, inky saviour and gave him a thumbs up.

“Thanks bud, I owe you one...yet again.” Henry half joked. It was true, he owed Bendy so many times now that he had pretty much lost count.

The large demon simply grunted and grinned back in response before getting back into the thick of the fight as Henry simply watched in mild bemusement. Once Bendy got started, there was no stopping him until he knew for certain that there was absolutely nothing left to endanger them, especially Henry.

The devil kept the large group of Searchers at bay for a few minutes while the older man caught his breath and tested out his injured leg. It was pretty much healed up now but he would have to change the bandages soon if he wanted to keep the wound from getting infected. 

He sighed and pushed that thought to the back of his mind, tending to himself would have to wait. There were more pressing issues to deal with, like getting rid of these monsters so that he and Bendy could move forward. Henry took a deep breath and raised his axe, moving to join the fight once again.

A smooth, whispering voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Sheep, sheep, sheep...” The terribly quiet voice teased, Henry spun around to locate the source of the whisper. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be...

His eyes widened as he spotted a dark but very familiar shape in the far corner of the room. The studio was dimly lit but that was definitely Sammy standing there, and just like in his dream, the musician's limbs were twisted out of shape, his crooked neck barely supported his horrifying masked face. The whole room went deathly silent, Henry couldn't hear or see anything else in that still moment of time, not the Searchers, not even Bendy. Just the cold, blank stare of Sammy's grinning mask. 

Henry could barely breathe.

“S-Sammy...?” Was all he managed to get out before something tripped him up from behind and sent reality crashing back down onto him.

He hit the floor with a loud thud, the impact knocking the air right out of him. The man grimaced as he felt something cold and wet strongly tug at his ankle and lifted his head to see a Searcher hissing at him, hoping to finally claim it's prize. 

But it's glory was short lived as a large inky fist splattered it into nothing. Henry managed to pull his leg back before looking up at Bendy sheepishly, the demon had a brow raised and whined in a questioning manner as he leaned down to check if the human was injured.

“I’m fine, bud. I just...” He paused as he got up from the floor. “...lost focus there for a moment, that's all. Won't happen again.” Henry said with a reassuring smile as he brushed himself off. 

Bendy frowned but didn't get the opportunity to question it any further as the Searchers were gaining in numbers again, forcing the demon to begrudgingly drop the matter and get back to the fight. Henry sighed in relief and quickly glanced back over to the corner, only to find that it was completely empty. The older man frowned, was it just a hallucination maybe? But he seemed so real...

'Figures.’ Henry bitterly thought. 'Lack of sleep at my age, it's probably playing tricks on my eyes...' It was much easier to blame it on sleep deprivation, rather than anything else that might have caused it. 

God, it was getting harder to breathe in this place...

After what seemed like an eternity of mindless fighting, the Searchers were finally gone once more. Although it probably wouldn't be long before more cropped up, it was like an endless loop of fighting, walking and running around in this damn building, and it was getting pretty exhausting. Henry sighed and rubbed his temples, his headache was coming back again...

He honestly felt like they were getting nowhere with this journey, with every step forward there was always two steps back. He shook his head in disapproval, he had to stop thinking like that, he didn't want Bendy to catch on to these negative thoughts and become disheartened, the demon deserved better than that. So yet again, he just pushed the thought to the back of his mind and turned to talk to Bendy, who had been pretty quiet for the past few minutes. 

“Alright bud, you ready to keep moving-“ Henry stopped and flinched when he looked up at the large inky demon.

‘What...? What is...? Bendy?!’ Henry felt himself internally scream at the sight before him.

Bendy seemed much bigger than before somehow, his grin was filled with sharp fangs and his hands were clawed, when did he...? But that wasn't the worst part, no, the most terrifying thing was the fact that his eye was no longer visible, it was completely smothered and covered in ink, and that shape coming out of his shoulder...was it a searcher? No...it had horns...crooked, uneven horns...

The all too familiar shape grinned and waved a clawed gloved hand at Henry in a menacing manner, when did that thing get here...?

‘No...what...what the Hell...this can't be happening...?’ Henry internally questioned himself in disbelief. Was this real? Was Sammy real? Maybe it was just another dream? God, please just let it be a dream...

Bendy’s usually goofy and joyful grin looked extortionately painful and...almost blank, like he couldn't express himself in any way, shape or form. ‘Bendy' on the other hand looked like it was having the time of it's life as it laughed at Henry's expression, the sound came out deep and gargled, making the human flinch. 

The smaller, lanky monster looked as though it had perched and melted itself into Bendy’s right shoulder, controlling him like a parasitic mushroom would control a lifeless ant, completely gaining hold over his mind and movement.

“Bendy...” Henry tentatively coaxed. “Come on...you have to fight it. Please!” He begged, but to no avail. ‘Bendy' whispered into his friend's ear, forcing the larger demon to start moving forward towards the older man in a slow, threatening manner.

“No...please...” Tears threatened to escape Henry's eyes, but he tried to hold them back as he begrudgingly held up his axe. “I don't want to fight you, bud...”

Both Bendy's hissed and growled at him as they got closer to him, moving swiftly together as one entity. Henry felt a quick surge of panic overcome him and swung his axe, forcing the creatures to recoil back slightly, although it didn't deter them in the slightest as they moved in for the kill again and again, making the poor man swing his axe repeatedly.

“Back off! I'm warning you...!” Henry tried to threaten, but his cracked voice gave away his underlying fear. This seemed to please ‘Bendy' even more as it's grin was getting wider and more maniacal by the second, a large hand suddenly swiped at him, the impact knocked the axe out of his hand, sending it clanging to the floor.

‘Shit...!’ Henry tried to quell the panic that was rising within him, but it proved difficult.

However, everything suddenly halted when the lanky creature suddenly held up a clawed hand, signalling Bendy to stop. What was...?

It tilted it's head to the side and started cackling as it pointed at Henry, who was now completely confused. He didn't dare let his guard down though, and kept his arms up in defence in case both monsters decided to suddenly try and go for him again. 

His stoic expression quickly melted into one of grief though as he looked at Bendy's still blank and expressionless face, there had to be a way to snap him out of it...

“Look at you, Henry.” A familiar voice suddenly sounded out, surprising the older man.

“Thirty years and you're still exactly the same, time sure is a funny thing, ain't it?” Henry looked around, his grief stricken expression was soon replaced with one of sheer anger.

“Joey! You son of a bitch...where the Hell are you?!” Henry grimaced as the sound of laughter echoed throughout the room. “Come out and show yourself, you God damn coward!” He shouted out, gritting his teeth. That bastard had a lot of nerve...

“Only thing about time though...” Joey's voice sounded out from above, right where the two Bendys were. Henry squinted, how was that even possible...?

‘Bendy' shrugged. 

“It waits for no one, Henry.” It said with a grin. 

Henry stared with wide eyes as he couldn't even begin to comprehend the situation he was in anymore, his mind just took a complete and utter blank.

‘Bendy' took this cue to continue, “But no matter, soon you will join me, old pal. Us.” It said, still using Joey's voice as it beckoned for Bendy to move forward. “The transformation has even already started to take place, you lucky thing.” 

“The fuck are you talking about...?” Henry questioned in a disgusted tone. “Look at what you've done to this place! To Bendy! For God's sake, you're torturing him! You have to stop-!”

 He stopped mid-sentence as his arms started to feel very bizarre, they felt...cold, wet and...heavy. His instincts screamed at him to not look down, but his fear and confusion overpowered, forcing his line of sight to slowly trace down.

He silently fell to his knees as he stared at his hands in pure horror, he barely managed to resist the urge to suddenly gag and throw up at the sight.

Ink was seeping and bubbling through his skin, and was starting to completely cover and mutate his arm. His hands were growing larger and his fingers lengthened in size as well, forming what could only be described as a complete inky mess of anatomy. Henry wheezed and tried to shake the ink away, desperately thinking that somehow it would just fall off and everything would be normal again.

‘This isn't happening, this ISN'T happening...!’ The older man tried to internally reassure himself. His panic stricken eyes snapped up when ‘Bendy' or...Joey...or...whatever the Hell this thing was, chuckled warmly.

“Oh but this IS happening, Henry old boy...” The lanky monster teased as it started to nonchalantly pet Bendy's horned head with it's claws. “Just relax and let it happen. You're going to be a part of something absolutely remarkable, I promise you.”

Henry backed himself into a corner, with no means of escape now. He could feel the ink slowly slither up his arms and onto his shoulders as if it was trying to devour his body, it felt so unbelievably heavy and freezing cold. The two Bendys were getting closer and closer, Henry's breathing became choppy and shuddered as he felt his fear completely take over both his mind and body, rendering him immobile. 

The two monsters grabbed a hold of him and crushed him up against their melting bodies, he made a weak attempt to fight them off, but the air was getting heavier by the second and he could feel his body start to sink in to Bendy’s torso.

He had let Bendy down, yet again. He had promised his friend that they were both going to make it, he had promised him that they were going to enjoy the outside world together. God, he couldn't have been more wrong, because now they were both going to suffer in this Hell...with that thing...forever...

“I'm so sorry, buddy...” Henry barely managed to whisper as he felt the heavy black liquid envelop him completely.

 The sudden silence was a welcome bliss.

Bendy had absolutely no clue how to handle this situation.

The large ink demon stared in bewilderment as Henry suddenly started acting incredibly strange, the human seemed a little stressed out at times in the past but...never like this. 

The way he looked up at him with that petrified glint in his eyes made Bendy panic slightly himself, the man seemed to be zoned in on his shoulder, but when the devil turned his head to look, there was nothing there. He checked his hands just to make sure he wasn't turning into that crazy form either but no, everything seemed pretty normal. What was up with the human?

“Bendy...” This caught the demon's attention as he gave Henry an eager look, grinning enthusiastically to try and put the older man at ease. 

“Come on...you have to fight it. Please!” Henry seemed to say in an almost begging manner, making Bendy even more confused as he looked around for any danger. Fight what? The other monsters in the studio? But there was nothing left!

“No...please...” Bendy looked back down to Henry and whined in a concerned tone, trying his absolute best to decipher what was going on. 

“I don't want to fight you, bud...” The older man  pleaded while slowly raising his axe while backing away. This immediately rang alarm bells for Bendy, there was something definitely wrong here. What was Henry seeing that he couldn't?

The large demon could feel waves of raw panic and fear go through his mind that was certainly not his own. He didn’t know why but something was terrorising Henry right now, something that wasn't even there, and it was up to him now to calm the human down, just like he had calmed him down so many times before. But he was going to have to be careful about doing it, he didn't want the man to injure himself with the axe that he still had in his possession.

Bendy slowly made his way over to Henry and whined in a reassuring manner, as to not spook him any further, but the fear that radiated from the human was so powerful, it almost made the devil himself scared, but he pushed it to the side, helping his friend was his top priority.

When he managed to get close enough, Bendy lifted a hand to try and gently take the axe away from Henry, but unfortunately it sparked off a snap reaction from the older man as he suddenly swung his axe at the demon, forcing him to move back. 

“Back off! I'm warning you...!” Henry's voice cracked, making Bendy frown in a saddened manner, it was heartwrenching seeing the usually calm human like this.

His frown turned into a determined look however, as he suddenly swiped an inky hand at Henry's axe-wielding arm, knocking the weapon away from him before he could cause any real harm to himself. The impact nearly sent the man sprawling to the ground, which Bendy immediately reacted to by reaching out to catch him. 

Henry's eyes widened at the touch, and he tried to scramble away, but Bendy held on tightly by wrapping his large, inky arms around him. The demon closed his eye and whined as he tried to send comforting thoughts to the trembling human, to let him know that everything was going to be alright. He could only desperately hope that it would be enough to snap his friend out of whatever horrible trance he was in.

Henry woke up to the sensation of being shook around slightly, and the familiar sound of a low whine, although it seemed a little...deeper than usual. He took a deep breath but didn't have the strength nor the willpower to get up, for once he felt at peace and by God he wanted it to last as long as possible. But still the light jostling persisted, forcing him to crack open one heavy eyelid.

What he saw nearly made him leap out of his skin.

“Holy shit!” Henry exclaimed, immediately sitting up. “It’s...It's you...”

He found himself sitting in a familiar clawed hand and staring into the enormous demonic face of the Bendy from his dream, the nightmare. Which must have meant...

“Ah...I must have passed out back there...” Henry muttered to himself as he rubbed the back of his neck, earning an unamused look from the monster. 

Henry felt himself get nervous at the glare that he was getting from Bendy, he knew that the demon was still friendly but...those huge fangs didn’t help at all. Plus the fact that he could probably crush him like an ant if he had really wanted to. Wait. What if ‘Bendy' was here as well? Oh God, if it had gained control here then...not even his God damn consciousness was safe from that thing.

Henry fearfully looked around for any signs of the lanky monster, while Bendy’s unamused look quickly turned into one of sympathy.

“Where is it?” The human questioned, scrambling back, although of course he didn't get far at all as Bendy’s clawed fingers prevented him from falling off. He could feel the panic starting to take hold of him again. “Did it take control over you too?! Shit, I have to-“

A light slap to the face cut him off mid-sentence.

Henry put a hand to his stinging cheek and looked up to Bendy, who had flicked the human with his index finger. The devil frowned, sighed and shook his head, as if in both disappointment and empathy. 

The man suddenly felt a defensive pang in his heart as realisation slowly dawned on him: None of what he had just experienced was real.

 The other ‘Bendy', Joey's voice, Sammy appearing in that corner, his hands and arms turning into ink, they were all just... hallucinations. Christ, had he finally lost his mind? Was it due to the lack of sleep? The lack of clean oxygen in the studio? Both?

“Bendy, I...” He felt like he had to explain himself, to come up with some sort of logical reasoning for acting the way that he had, but the words were struggling to form out of his mouth. “I...”

Bendy let out a small, quiet growl to interrupt the stuttering Henry, who looked up with a nervous glint in his eyes. The demon didn't say or do anything further but the older man's eyes widened ever so slightly, his breathing became quicker as he slowly put a hand to his head and looked down. He could feel something, was he having some sort of panic attack again? 

His breaths slowed down as a wave of calm and understanding washed over him, it felt like a huge weight was being lifted off, assuring him that everything was going to be alright, making him smile and sigh in relief.

 This bond thing was still very hard to comprehend, but he was more thankful than ever that it even existed. He looked back up to Bendy and gave him a grateful look.

“Thanks, bud.” Bendy reacted with a big toothy grin and leaned his head down to gently nuzzle him.

As soon as they made contact, Henry was back in the studio.

He slowly woke up to a wet rubbing sensation on his head, and looked up to see Bendy’s grinning face, it was more rounded and simply shaped than the one he had just seen, meaning that he must have been back in reality again. 

The demon's eye widened when he realised that the human was starting to stir, and nuzzled him a little more enthusiastically while whining happily, making Henry chuckle slightly.

“Whoa there...” He tiredly said, while putting a hand on the devil's head, before gently moving it away to give him a bit of space. “It’s good to see you too pal...just give me a minute, alright?” 

Bendy happily obliged and lifted his head to allow Henry to sit up. As the older man did, he noticed that something heavy was draped around him and looked around, only to notice that Bendy had his arms wrapped around him, almost in a cradling manner. The devil must have tried to make him more comfortable while he was passed out, Henry smiled at the thought.

A soft whine caught his attention, and he glanced up to see that Bendy was watching him intently, the look of worry in his single eye was so obvious that it made the older man cringe slightly. How the Hell was he going to explain what had happened? What was he even supposed to say?

‘Sorry bud, just had a bit of a mental breakdown, no biggie.’ He sarcastically thought, sighing. One way or another, he was going to have to say something.

“Just had a senior moment, bud. It's...a human thing.” Henry knew that this was probably something that he shouldn't be joking about, but he just couldn't bring himself to explain that he had a moment of weakness. Bendy was already sensitive enough, it was supposed to be his job to be strong willed for the both of them. He had to-

He felt himself be pulled in and enveloped gently, Bendy’s head rested on top of his in a silent understanding. Henry just sat there and leaned against the inky monster, he couldn't even come up with any kind of defensive retort.

After a moment or so, Henry noticed that the air seemed a little lighter and fresher in here than anywhere else they had been so far, and looked around in a quizzical manner, it seemed as though they were in a different room from before.

“Bendy, where are we exactly?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the demon. 

Bendy answered by growling enthusiastically and pointed happily upwards towards the ceiling, which just made Henry even more confused. What could possibly be so fascinating about the ceiling? Intriguingly, he looked up.

What he saw was possibly one of the most glorious sights he had ever laid his eyes on.

It was an air vent, the first one that he had ever seen in the studio, and it was working. It was actually blowing fresh oxygen from outside. Henry felt something take over him, an almost primal instinct, he had to get up to it, his lungs were practically burning due to the constant poisonous stench of ink that he had been inhaling during his prolonged stay in the studio. 

Bendy saw the desperation in the man's eyes, and quickly held out a hand for him to stand upon, Henry all but clambered up onto the demon's hand and was raised up to the level of the air vent. Bendy used his other hand to support the human as he greedily inhaled the air in large gulps, the sudden freshness of the clean oxygen made him cough a little, but by God that didn't stop him from continuing to breathe it in.

His head suddenly felt very light and clear, he had never felt so damn happy just to be able to breathe properly, he had never felt so grateful to be able to feel such a gentle breeze on his face. 

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he felt something just suddenly...snap within him. 

He put a hand to his head and let loose all of the emotions that he had been confining in small, silent sobs. Bendy lowered him down and wrapped his large arms around him tightly, not making a single sound as Henry practically clung to him while he wept. Calm, comforting thoughts were sent both ways through the mental connection of their bond.

It was a rare, blissful moment for the both of them.

Sorry but I had to slot Nightmare in there somewhere, I just... *dabs eyes with tissue* I love him so much, such a pure boi...

Let me know what y'all think!

Chapter 1 - Friend - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/160888670286/friend

Chapter 2 - Rest - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/160888769001/rest

Chapter 3 - Enemy - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/160963746341/enemy

Chapter 4 - Family - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/161237849016/family

Chapter 5 - Nightmare - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/161560167591/nightmare

Chapter 6 - Bond - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/161937236941/bond

[sadunacc]

Forbidden Places

After seeing someone suggest an idea about @shinyzango‘s 2D Bendy AU and discussing ideas with @mythmica, I couldn’t help but try to write a small drabble for it! Hope you enjoy!

 The warm summer rays shone down onto the small town that a certain little toon now resided in. Bendy was playing with a couple of the neighborhood kids, a brother and a sister by the names of Tommy and Julia. The three were standing in a small field of grass next to the neighborhood park. A bright red ball was tossed from hand to hand as joyful laughter rang out. Tommy raised his arms and threw the ball as hard as he could to his little sister. Unfortunately, his aim went way off as the ball flew high over the girl’s head and shot through a broken window of an old, rundown building nearby.

 “Oops...” the boy said quietly as he scratched the back of his head. His little sister huffed and stomped her foot.

 “Tommy! That’s the third ball this month!” she scolded in a high-pitched, angry tone. Bendy walked over to the girl and patted her shoulder.

 “Hey, how about instead of crying and shouting over it, we get the ball back?” he suggested with a small smile. Julia let out a sigh and nodded. The three made their way over to the building quietly and walked up to the front doors. Bendy reached out a gloved hand and tugged on the old door. It didn’t budge one little bit.

 “The doors are locked; can we go home and get another ball now?” Tommy groaned out. His little sister shook her head. Bendy shook his head and began searching for another way in. The broken, glassless windows that stood far off the ground quickly caught his pie-cut eyes as an idea popped into his head. With a snap of his fingers the toon raced over to the nearest window. 

 ”Hey guys! Maybe if ya boost me up, I can get in through the window!” Bendy called, pointing with his thumb at the window above. The two kids’ faces lit up with excitement as they rushed over to the cartoon demon. Tommy positioned himself at the base of the building while Julia climbs on his back. Bendy carefully made his way up the backs of his friends as he reached for the windowsill. His gloved hands grasped the edge before pulling him upwards.

He sat on the windowsill breathing a sigh of relief before glancing down at the kids below. “All good! I’ll get the ball back and climb back on out when I’m done!” Bendy called to the siblings as he hopped onto the old wooden floor of the building. As soon as the toon’s feet hit the floorboards he felt that something was off. A voice in the back of his mind told him to get out, that he shouldn’t be there. Bendy shook his head and put on a determined expression. He had to get the ball back, he wouldn’t take too long.

After peering through the dark building, the little demon soon spotted the bright red ball at one end of the large hall-like room. Next to it was a large cross that was attached to the wall behind a podium on an elevated platform. Bendy walked quietly through the main path between the rows of old chairs. With each step he could feel his head getting fuzzier, the voice in the back of his mind growing stronger and louder and a growing tightness in his lungs. Once again he shook his head. ‘It’s gotta be the smell of rotten wood and mold in here...’ Bendy thought.

  Suddenly his right leg gave out beneath him, sending him crashing to the floor below. A yelp escaped him as his head hit the ground. The impact caused a short wave of pain to overcome the side of Bendy’s head as he curled in on himself. He was extremely dizzy now, the fuzziness in his head drowning out his surroundings in a whirl of dull colors and spinning images. A small whimper was let out as the toon tried to stand up.

  Nothing. Not a single movement from his arms or legs. The fog in the toon’s head cleared enough for him to comprehend what was going on. With a worried expression, Bendy tried to lift himself once again. The only part of his body he was able to move was his head, which began to snap in every direction as he looked around frantically. His breathing quickened as the fear in his chest grew larger and larger like a parasite. Bendy gasped and sputtered as the ink making up his shoulders and back began to flare upwards in a violent manner. It bubbled and lashed outwards before being sucked back into his small, shaking form.

  Small yelps of terror escaped the toon as his body thrashed along the floor, ink spilling all over and staining the old wood black. With each thud against the floorboards came a fit of coughing as the air was repeatedly pushed out of the demon’s lungs. Finally the movement stopped and Bendy lay wheezing, nearly motionless once again. “H...Henry!” he cried out as tears formed at the corners of his eyes. “P-please...anyone, h-help!” the toon wheezed out hoarsely, a tightening sensation bearing down on his lungs.

  A sudden realization came over him as he continued to cry out for help. The bond, the link he had to Henry, it was gone. Another wave of panic and pure terror overcame Bendy as he screamed out louder for help, for Henry to help him out of this nightmare. Thick inky tears rolled down his face as his cries echoed off the walls back to him. He couldn’t feel his limbs, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t feel the bond, hecouldn’tfeel-

  Suddenly a loud banging noise snapped Bendy out of his panicked thoughts. He shifted his dripping head to look at the locked front doors of the old building. Again and again the pounding continued until a splintering snap rang out through the room. The door swung open to reveal a face Bendy had so desperately wanted, needed to see. Henry stood there, breathing heavily and holding a dull axe in his hand. He stared in horror at Bendy.

 “Oh my God...” he breathed out. The little demon was lying on the floor in a puddle of ink as his form continuously shifted. Some parts grew larger while others shrank, ink bubbled and frothed along his shoulders, and fat tears rolled down the toon’s white face. The man dropped his axe and rushed over to Bendy, quickly scooping him into his arms. As he stepped out of the front doors a fit of gasping and coughing overtook the toon in his arms.

 Bendy weakly grasped onto Henry’s shirt as the coughing died down, small whimpers escaping him. “Hey...it’s okay bud, I’m here...” Henry soothed as he gently rubbed circles on the demon’s back. The man could feel the strong fear in the back of his mind that came from Bendy’s end of the bond. It slowly faded into serenity as the toon let exhaustion overtake him as his eyes closed. With a sigh Henry looked at the two kids staring worriedly at Bendy. “Thank you both for coming to get me when you did.” He spoke with a tired expression. 

  “Will...will Bendy be okay?” Julia asked, eyes shining and on the verge of tears. Henry nodded.

 “Of course. He just needs some rest after all of this. You two should grab your ball and run along home now.” The two children nodded quickly and rushed into the building to grab the toy they had lost. Henry sighed and began walking back to his house with Bendy in his arms. “Guess we’ve gotta be more careful around churches and religious locations...” He sighed to himself. This was going to be a long night for both him and the sleeping toon.

[lucky-kawaii]

Did the rouge searcher from @pooka-dragon 's fanfic The Rogue

2D Bendy belongs to @shinyzango

[dreamnoteprincess]

I’m getting back into BATIM fanfics now! I have two ideas for Chapter 3. One I’m working on now will have an alternate ending and the other one is for 2D Bendy AU. They will have the spoiler tag, so be careful. 

[zanzaflux]

This story is based on the 2D Bendy and Ink Henry AUs created by @shinyzango and @themarginalartist respectively. Thanks for the insperation guys!

Summery:. Henry, June, and the demons finally make it back home. Just in time for Christmas! Presents will be given and a few lessons will be learned.

I did it! I finished this story and brought an end to this wonderful series. It took me a lot longer than I thought to bring this to a satisfying conclusion (I started this story a year ago lol). Thank you all for sticking it out with me. I had so much fun writing all of this. Now, just because it's the end of the Shadows series doesn't mean it's the end of Ben's adventure.

Well, I hope you guys enjoy this very long, full of fluff ending!

[artemis-mara]

Preach (Part 1)

Ok, so the fic that @pooka-dragon wrote, “Victim”, inspired this idea and it’s just been sitting in the corner of my mind for a while now. So I decided to write it down and actually post it! Hope you’re ready for angst and bit of a wait for part two. I’m a very busy person. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Here’s Part 2: (https://artemis-the-archangel.tumblr.com/post/167564341801/preach-part-2)

2D Bendy AU belongs to @shinyzango

Today started out like any other day for Henry and Bendy. Well, it seemed like it, but Bendy knew something was wrong. Ever since breakfast he could tell something was up with Henry. Usually, Bendy wakes up a little later than Henry and meets him in the kitchen where he would be preparing breakfast. Although, when he headed to the kitchen this particular morning, he stopped when he heard Henry talking to someone over the phone. Usually, he’s not one to eavesdrop, but there was a bit of irritation, anger, and worry that have been scratching at the back of his mind since this morning. Almost as if it’s being held back but it's...leaking through in small amounts.

“I understand your concerns, but for the last time, no,” Henry then hangs up the phone rather roughly, making the toon jump slightly.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, Henry rubs his temples like he usually does when he gets a headache. Quietly, Bendy peeks around the corner, “Henry?”

At the sound of the toons voice Henry swivels his head in his direction putting on a small smile, “Good morning Bendy, how’d you sleep?”

Gaining a concerned look, Bendy watches Henry put the scrambled eggs he made on some plates and setting them on the table. “I slept fine. How about you? Are you doing ok?" He replies subtly, watching Henry's response carefully.

Looking down at his food, Henry responds, "Good, just some work is pilling up," he fidgets with the fork in his hand. Narrowing his pie-cut eyes slightly, Bendy proceeds to look down and eat his food.

'Yup, he's lying,' the toon sighs in disappointment, 'How many times have we talked about lying to each other?'

--------------------------------------Time Skip--------------------------------------

After breakfast, Bendy had gone out to play with the kids for the afternoon as usual since It's a Saturday. Henry was inside the house doing some dusting, it is his day off from work. Although the toon was focused on playing a game of tag with the kids, he was also keeping an eye on the house. That feeling of those negative emotions from Henry has been consistent, never leaving or growing stronger. That is until he saw an older, tall and thin brunette man with a receding hairline, walking up to the front door.

Bendy had never seen this man before, so excusing himself from the game, he started toward the house. The man rings the doorbell and Henry opens the door not long after, but what stops the toon in his tracks was the immediate wave of the negative emotions and the glare Henry adopts upon recognizing the man.

Lucky for the toon, he was just within earshot of the two.

Crossing his arms, Henry steadies his glare at him, "Father Jacob," he states.

'Father Jacob? That's a weird name...wait. Didn't Henry say something about that? It was about...a priest! That's it! ...Uh oh,' the toon makes sure to move to a nearby bush without being seen.

"Henry, I'm glad to see you in good he-" Henry cuts him off.

"What do you want," he sneers.

That surely shocked the toon and the man. Bendy has never heard Henry this cold since the studio.

"My my Henry, that isn't a good way to treat a guest," Jacob retorts with a small glare of his own.

"You're not a welcome guest," Henry growls, "So please take your leave."

Jacobs face twists into a pure look of hate, "You should know better Henry, that demon is a danger to everyone," Bendy's eyes widen, "It must be destroyed before it does something to us, to the kids-"

Henry slams his fist against the doorframe with a loud bang, "He would never hurt anyone, especially the kids!" He shouts, "I've told you this many times and I'm tired of your ignorance! He has never hurt anyone since coming to live here, so take your idiotic claims and leave."

After a few moments of tense silence, Jacob warns, "We'll see about that," and stalks off.

Watching him leave, Henry grips the doorframe, knuckles turning white. Bendy could have sworn that there was a brief flash of red in the shaking man's eyes. Another moment passes before he turns and slams the door closed on his way inside.

Bendy shakily sits down to try and process what he just witnessed.

'D-destroy? Me? Is this what Henry's been dealing with? That would explain his negative emotions. But...why didn't he tell me?' The toon starts shaking more, but not out of fear, 'Does he not trust me?! Why did he break his promise?! He promised to tell me when something was wrong as long as I did as well and I've kept my end of the deal!' Ink starts bubbling up his back, his teeth sharpening.

'I'm gonna have to have a little "chat" with Henry,' the toon stomps towards the house.

-------------------------Henry-------------------------

Henry was rubbing his head, leaning on the table in the kitchen, trying to will his headache to go away when he felt a sense of rising anger. That was his only warning before the front door was thrown open and slammed shut. Turning around shocked, Henry comes face to face with a very large and unhappy Bendy. In fact, his teeth are razor sharp and has a pinprick of light in his eye.

"B-Bendy? What's wrong?"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Bendy roars in a deep demonic voice.

A little confused and taken aback Henry asks, "What do you mean Bendy?"

"'WHAT DO I MEAN?' YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN HENRY! I KNEW THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG THIS MORNING, I COULD FEEL IT THROUGH THE BOND! BUT WHEN I SAW YOU AND FATHER JACOBS CONVERSATION JUST NOW, I PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER!"

Henry's face contorts to worry and loses some color, "Bendy, you weren't sup-"

"SUPPOSED TO KNOW?" The ink demon finishes for Henry, "I DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW THAT YOU'VE BEEN GETTING HARASSED BY THE LOCAL CHURCH BECAUSE OF ME?! I THOUGHT WE PROMISED EACH OTHER THAT WE WOULD TELL ONE ANOTHER IF SOMETHING WAS WRONG!" By now inky tears were being shed by Bendy.

Looking down in shame Henry answers, "I know bud, but this...I didn't want to worry you. I didn't want you to have to be stressed out by this."

"...SO YOU THINK I COULDN'T HANDLE IT? IS THAT HOW LOW YOU THINK OF ME?" Bendy's voice cracks as he whispers.

Henry snaps his gaze back up to Bendy, but before he could utter a word, Bendy turns and bolts to the door and runs out it into the woods that were behind the house. Of course, Henry immediately chases after him, but the demon was too fast and disappeared from sight.

"BENDY!!!"

-------------------------Bendy-------------------------

Bendy pants, some hiccups escaping here and there as the demon slows down by the other side of the woods. Looking through the trees he could see a large white building with a symbol at the top, although due to his blurry vision from crying, he couldn't make it out. It isn't until he sees a familiar man catch sight of him does he realize the danger he has just put himself in.

[pooka-dragon]

Broken Mind

.....this au is gonna be the death of me with all of these fluffs and angsts stuff that is happening. So this is based from @guacimolium fanfic Wrong (Good god my heart) which is also based on @shinyzango 2D Bendy AU. So umm....I got nothing else to say...so here you go.... 

Henry was now coming back from an exhausting day at work. The place seemed more busier than usual and his boss, well...seemed more aggravated than usual as well.

But he can forget about it since he now has a few days off from work and spend a little time with his friend Bendy, who has been living with him for months now ever since they’ve escaped together from the hell studio. 

He starts to unlock the door. “Bendy, I’m...” His voice trailed off at the scene before him when he entered. 

Ink. 

It was everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, even the ceiling. Some of the furniture was destroyed as well. ‘What the hell happened?’ He thought, slowly dropping his bag. 

That’s when he saw a clawed like hand print on the wall, making his heart stop and his skin pale. 

Bendy. 

He went around his home, frantically searching for Bendy. “Bendy!? Bendy, answer me! Where are you!?” He called out, looking at each room before reaching the final door he did not look at. It was Bendy’s bedroom. When he first got this for Bendy, he thought that the little guy would want a room on his own and he was happy to see Bendy’s happy expression on it when he first saw it. 

He slowly opened the door, seeing the ink on the floor, walls and ceiling as well as it was in the living room. That’s when he heard the frantic breathing in the small corner. 

Henry’s heart sank and heaved when he saw Bendy curled up in the corner. Some of his figure was melting, due to how stressed and frantic he was, his gloved hands covering his eyes. As slowly as he could without spooking the little demon, Henry took small steps towards him before kneeling down gently. 

“...Bendy?” He tries to reach his hand out to him, then flinched his hand back when Bendy suddenly snapped, able to seeing his face. Henry was in shock when he saw half of his face covered with ink, one of the horns crooked and sharp while the other was Bendy’s normal face, but inky tears rolled down his cheek. 

“H-H-Henry...d-d-don’t come n-near me...” The demon stuttered that was mixed with sobs and hiccups. The old animator’s heart broke at the sight and the stuttering. “I-I’m too d-dangerous...j-j-just leave-leave me...a-alone...” The Demon choked. 

“....Bendy, you know that’s never gonna happen...I’m not leaving you--”

“I AM A MONSTER, HENRY!!” Bendy suddenly snapped, his teeth growing to fangs at the sudden anger he felt. Henry did flinched, but he dared not to leave his spot. “I-I am a m-m-monster...l-like the ones in the-the studio.....maybe...” Bendy curled up a bit, his shoulder shaking. “....maybe I need to go back to the studio...I-I won’t bother you again and...and you’ll be s-safe---” 

He was suddenly cut off when Henry placed his forehead against Bendy’s, his eyes clenched shut and Bendy seemed to tense up. 

“...Listen to me, Bendy.....you are not a monster...we’ve been through this conversation so many times....I thought you would get it by now...” He chuckled a bit sadly. He opened his eyes to look at Bendy, but kept his forehead in place with the little demon’s. 

“We are practically family, bud. I’m not going to abandon you anytime soon. Yes there are things that are hard to control, but that does not mean that you’re doing this alone. I’m with you all the way, even if I have to stay at home all the time to help you, I’m willing to do it. That’s what family does, bud; they help each other...you get where I’m getting at?” He asked, wiping some of the inky tears away from Bendy’s cheeks, which Bendy sniffed and nods. 

“...I know things are hard now...but in time...things will get better...you’ll see...” He smiled sadly. He could see some of bendy’s form starting to turn normal as he continued to wipe some of Bendy’s tears away, his other hand rubbing his shoulder gently, but he knew it wasn’t enough when he felt the ink demon starting to shake. Bendy starts to downright sob, covering his eyes with one of his arms as his shoulders shook rapidly. 

Henry slowly pulled Bendy into a tight hug, which Bendy clenched to the front of his shirt, sobbing into his chest. Henry could only hush him gently, rubbing his back in soothing circles while rocking him back and forth. 

This seem to make him sob louder. 

‘...poor fella...I wonder how long he was holding this in...’ Henry thought, holding Bendy through his sorrows. As Henry rubbed the back of Bendy’s head, the ink demon starts to calm down, hearing the tired sniffles and hiccups as he had his head resting against his shoulders. 

“....sorry ‘bout the mess....” Bendy sniffed, referring to the ink stains all over the house, but Henry could only smile sadly. “...eh, it’s okay...I needed to redecorate the house anyway...never liked the pale green color I chose for the walls...” He chuckled a bit. 

He smiled a bit when he heard the small demon giggle tiredly at that as well. “...here, tell you what...tomorrow...we can repaint the house, how about that? I’ll let you choose the color.” Henry offered.

“R-Really?”  He asked and Henry smiled, pulling away to look at him. Henry nods. “Of course. It’ll pass the time tomorrow.” He said. He didn’t have time to react when Bendy jumped up to hug him, nearly knocking him over with the great force he put into it, but smiled and pats his back. 

00~00 

So the next day, Bendy chose a dark red color, which surprisingly Henry did like and agree to the color. He was unsure of how it’ll fit with the furniture color, but hey, it could never hurt to try. They did have to cover the carpet with covers so that the paint wouldn’t drip onto it. 

They painted half way through the house, the black ink now replaced with the dark red until Bendy got to a spot he could not reach. Bendy tried jumping up and down to reach the spot, but he was quite not tall enough to get to it. 

“Having trouble, bud?” Henry asked, putting down his paint brush to see his progress. His cheeks have a bit of paint on it, but he knows that he can wash it out later. 

“I-I got this!” He shouted, still hopping up and down to get to the spot, which he was making a ‘sproing’ sound every time he kept trying to hop up and down. It took Henry with all of his might not to laugh at the sound effect. 

“Y-You sure, bud?” He said, managing to hide his snort when the sound affect came more faster than usual when Bendy jumped faster. Eventually, after awhile, he did give up on hopping, sighing in defeat. 

“...I can’t reach...but I wanna paint it...” Bendy whined, looking at the spot that was way beyond his reach. He was going to ask Henry what to do, but then tensed when he felt Henry lifting him up, placing him on his shoulders. “Can ya reach it now?” He asked. 

It took Bendy a moment or so to keep balance, accidentally clenching to Henry’s hair, which he did wince at that, but hid it very well. But after a few mere minutes, Bendy got himself balanced. 

“Y-Yeah, I c-can...” Bendy stuttered, managing to lean over and carefully paint the one spot he kept trying to get his hands on. Henry smiled as he got the other paint brush, from arm’s reach of course, and helped Bendy paint the wall to help speed the progress.

As the hours went by, they look at their progress. It look like no ink was there at all and Henry smiled. “It looks great, Henry!” Bendy smiled, his hands resting on the top of Henry’s head, since he still on his shoulders. 

“Yeah, I think we did good, bud.” Henry smiled, then looks at the time. When he saw how late it was, he didn’t realize that so much time went by. 

“Well bud, I think we should call it a day and finish the rest tomorrow...” He said, slowly getting Bendy off of his shoulders. As he went upstairs to help Bendy to his room, he noticed how Bendy stopped at the hallway. 

“Hey, you okay, bud?” Henry asked, walking back over to him and knelt down to be at his height. Bendy seemed to eye his room fearfully, not wanting to go in there. As Henry looks, he realized why Bendy was scared. 

“Hey, hey...it’s okay...you can stay with me tonight, okay? Then we’ll paint your bedroom tomorrow, okay?” Henry asked. Bendy was taking deep breaths to calm himself down. So Henry did the only thing he could think of. He pulled the demon into a hug and Bendy clenched to his shirt. 

“...’m sorry...” Bendy said, Henry standing up with the ink demon in his arms, walking past Bendy’s room to his own bedroom. “It’s okay, buddy...things happen...like I said, we can deal with this tomorrow together, okay?” He said, placing Bendy down on the bed. 

Bendy nods and Henry smiled. “Alright. I’m gonna shower and then it’s bedtime, okay?” He said. Bendy nods as he got under the covers, looking at Henry as he was already almost covered with the blanket. Henry chuckled and went to the bathroom to shower. 

Now finally clean from the paint, Henry came back with some pajama pants and a white tank top on, he saw that Bendy was already becoming half asleep. He smiled sadly as he pulled the covers and crawled in. When he did, he was not surprised when Bendy turned to snuggle against him. 

Henry smiled as he laid his head down, one arm around Bendy, closing his eyes as he let slumber claim him. “....hey, Henry?” Bendy suddenly asked. 

“Hmm?” 

“...what if it happens again...?” 

Henry cracked one eye to look at him and could only smile sadly. “...we’ll pull this through, bud...I promise...” He gives Bendy an affectionate squeeze, letting the small cartoon lay against his chest. It did not take long for Bendy to fall asleep, followed by Henry. 

He knows that they can battle this out together. Even after what they’ve been through in that hell studio, they know that they got each other. 

The END

This AU is giving me too many ideas ad I have no idea how to stop it! XD Future ones are yet to come. 

Until then, 

Pooka-Dragon

[enigmas-artdeck]

Wrong:A 2D Bendy AU

ALRIGHT I HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING @shinyzango ‘s 2D BENDY AU FOR A WHILE NOW. I HAVE HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS NOW. IT WOULDN’T GO AWAY. I LOVE YOUR WORK and I am sorry if I got some things wrong or seem weird. It’s just how my mind imagined it.

Part 2

part 3

HERE WE GO:

He knew it was wrong. That bully had come to Samson before. His friend had gotten used to the bully’s attempts to make him feel drained. Samson shooed the elder away every time.

And yet, after a couple months of seeing his buddy not take the others shit, he couldn’t help but wonder why. Why pick on a child who was quite friendly to anybody? Someone that would always go into the woods to retrieve a lost soccer ball or dared go into the scary old man’s backyard to free you hat off a branch?

Bendy (literally) lifted himself off the top bunk, resuming the same circle pace walk from a few minutes before. He kept playing every event that he and Samson had encountered the bully within his head. A few times the bully had come over to them, destroying their carefully constructed structures in the process. Others times, Samson had gone to the bully willingly. This somewhat confused Bendy, so he racked those events in particular over and over in his mind. Then after the umpteenth time, he noticed the crucial detail he had missed before.

The bully had been demolishing others work. He had tacked various possessions from them. He had pushed them every which way, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes down, sometimes OFF.

The little ink demon stopped dead in his circling pace.

“He’s… he’s hurting them. He sees them as trash. He sees Samson as trash. He sees me as trash. He thinks were nothing more as packaging to a toy.” Bendy started to drip mid sentence. At first, it was little more than a few streaks down his face. At the end, however, his feet started to slightly puddle.

“But I can do something about that. Yeah, I probably could make him stop altogether!” Bendy let out a small hysterical laugh. “I could find out who his parents are -that could be useful in the long run, just in case- and tell them what he’s doing. Or I could rally the other kids and get them to fight back.” He hysterically laughed again. “Or-or maybe I could go by myself. Less damage is good. Yeah, I could meet him where there was nobody else. I could try to reason with him. And if things get physical, I would be able to fight back. I could land a few blows to the head. I’ll watch him fall to the ground cowering, and strike him some more. I could just keep hitting and hitting and hitting UNTIL HIS SKULL IS NOTHING MORE THAN A-”

The imp immediately froze. He noticed the large ink puddle surrounding him. He noticed what he had just said.

He slowly brought his arms in, which had played out movements in his crazed ramble moments before. Bendy stared down at the white palms of his gloves. Then he slowly brought them around to grip his upper arms. His gaze went from the ink, to the actual floor, then finally out the grand window before him. He fumbled his words for a moment before finally blurting out:

“WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?!”

He fell to his knees, a slight pain forming a knot in his stomach. Bendy shook his head almost violently, desperately attempting to rid his mind of those vile thoughts.

“No no no no NO! What am I thinking?” He covered his right eye with his right palm. “He’s just a kid. He doesn’t know any better.” Bendy uncovered his eye, now using his left palm to cover the other. “Which is exactly why I have to teach him a PAINFUL LESSON HE WON’T FORGET EVER!” He switched back to his left eye. “No! I’m a hero! I don’t hurt people unless absolutely necessary!” His right eye was revealed now. “But this IS necessary! If we give him a good BEATING, he won’t be able to hurt anyone again because he’ll be the one IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. Or better yet, the FUCKING MORGUE!”

Bendy shrieked in protest, throwing his head backwards, both palms tightly over his eyes. By now, the small twinge of pain has grown into an uncomfortable presence. The ink demon, after finishing pressing his eyes further into his skull (does he have one?) gripped his stomach (again does he have these parts?) attempting to diminish the pain. He shakily stood up and wobbled to his bottom bunk. He curled up on the farthest side, as close to the wall as he could get. He didn’t care if he was making a mess or not, he just wanted the paint to dissipate. Within his mind he was still battling his twisted thoughts in desperate attempts to not succumb to them. The thoughts were undecipherable to even himself, but to mention them to Bendy would bring out immediate fear and panic to his small frame.

“Stop stop stop STOP!” He suddenly screeched, sat up, threw his head backwards, and into the wall in one swift motion. His fingers literally squeezed through his head, balling some ink in his white gloves. “I’m NOT going to hurt anyone! I don’t do that! I’m not like Sammy OR Joey! I’M NOT A MONSTER!”

“You’re right about that.”

Bendy’s eyes snapped open. Slowly, his muscles loosened as he turned around to the wall. He was greeted by a face poking out of the large inkblot on said wall. It was just like the others in the studio. It was the demented Lanky Bendy’s face. HIS face.

“You’re a DEVIL.”

Bendy immediately pushed himself off the bed and under the grand window, just in case things went south. He pressed himself as far as he could to the wall, trying to widen the distance between the two Bendys. The pain had now become almost unbearable, yet somehow Bendy managed to ignore the sensation.

“Why fight it? It’s in your ink. It’s in your character. All the others have done it, so why not you?” Lanky Bendy had crawled out of the blot and was now a dangerous 5 feet away. The twisted grin was like the others, but the teeth were all canines, ink dripping through the sliver cracks.

“ Because I’M NOT like THEM!” Bendy managed to find his voice after that remark. He went back to clutching his stomach, the sensation in every inch of his body. The feeling was quite similar to acid and ink thinner, mixed with some burning. He kept his eyes on Lanky as he threw his head back and doubled over.

“Ah, it’s about time THIS change happened.” Bendy was confused as to what the other him meant. The ones from the studio had seen him in his Ink Monster form, not to mention the Berserk and Nightmare form. So why was this any different, aside the painful sensation that coursed through his inky veins (seriously get this guys anatomy  chart)? Them he saw his arm change.

It lengthened to twice the original size. From under the glove grew razored claws, ready to tear into anything within it’s path. It looked like the one on the other Bendys from the studio. His eyes widened in terror.

“…Oh my god…”

Lanky threw his head and shoulders back in maniacal laughter, louder than what Bendy could’ve imagined, and eerily enough to make him quiver.

“WE’RE NOT SO DIFFERENT AFTER ALL! NEGATIVE EMOTIONS, BERSERK THOUGHTS, THAT PRETTY MUCH WHAT WE ARE! ALL THE LEFTOVER VILE SECTIONS FROM YOU BECAME WHAT WE ARE! WHAT I AM!” Lanky slumped slightly off to the side, joining Bendy’s ink. Bendy’s blood ran cold with the next sentence.

“It’s your turn now.”

Then he was gone.

Bendy screeched his throat raw during his transformation. Not be cause it hurt, however. He already screamed for that. No no, it was because he was turning into was he despised most. Not Joey, not Sammy, but the twisted, maniacal, vile version of himself. He burst through his bedroom door desperately looking for something, anything, to stop his changes.

Bend’y friends were at school, and Henry was at his work, leaving Bendy alone in the house. Thank god for that, because he really didn’t want anybody to see him like this. He used various ways with various items to stop the event he was going through. Cutting parts off- which merely rejoined him. Slamming himself into walls- which did practically nothing. He took a few metal chairs and banged himself over the head- not the smartest thing to do, but desperate times, my friend. The final attempt was something he didn’t like one bit. He filled the sink, and threw his head in, holding it under, occasionally coming up for air. He did this for about 10 minutes or so.

Nothing.

The change was complete.

Bendy wailed, retreating back to his room. His inanimate objects didn’t put up much of a fight. While he was demolishing his possessions, ink had started to leak out of his crooked feet and fill the floor. By the time he finished his rampage, the walls and ceiling were covered in the black liquid. Not a speck of light shone through. Bendy sat down in the farthest corner of the room he could find.

Then he began to weep.

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Uuugh Tumblr changed Lanky Bendy’s font. It was Finger Paint on google docs. eh. 

I also threw in a few of my own headcannons. The whole ‘Lanky Bendy being a personification of the negative aspects of him, the bunkbed in his room, cut parts will rejoin him, yadda yadda.

If you wanna see more, lemme know.