#Bendy fanfic

[bloody-peach]

Demonic Possession (BATIM smut: Ink Demon x F!Reader) [NSFW]

(art by Hikase555)

Goodie Bag: Vaginal sex, creampie, monster sex, biting/marking, breeding, fluff and smut, dry humping, grinding [please let me know if i'm missing anything].

Now Playing: The Rigs - Devil's Playground (click here to listen)

Taglist: @omniuravity @eldritch-affair and any other fellow monster/demon fuckers!

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A/N: Oooh man, the monster fucker in me is salivating over Ink Demon rn. I couldn't find a lot of Ink Demon smut (if any) so I made one myself. A few things before we start. 1) The ink demon will not be referred to as Bendy in this, just 'the Ink Demon'. I go against canon and see Bendy and the Ink Demon as separate entities, so it applies here. 2) the look of the Ink Demon in this story is going by hikase555's design. The header image is by them, but here's another one for further reference: [click here]. 3) I had my boyfriend help me with the intro, so if there appears to be a slight disconnect in writing styles at the start, that is why. One last thing: if you ever get confused on how kissing works in this, the kisses work pretty much like how it worked in this image: [click here]. Ok, on with the show!

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Bending through the corridors of the Cycle left closed and locked away, a sound painfully wailed behind the walls. He once found comfort being given form, but now he dreads the very existence left to be his fate; why must ink demons have heat cycles?

The Ink Demon knew that his heat would start today, it started the same time each year (wait, do years even go by in the cycle?). He would usually be able to control it by pleasuring himself in many different ways, and it would usually work, but now he was insatiable. He needed to find a mate or else lose his mind trying to hold off til the end of his cycle, which he knew he couldn't do.

As he ran through the list of potential candidates in his head, a shrill scream rang out through the halls. It wasn't a scream he recognized as anyone from the studio, so he went to investigate. He followed the commotion to find a chase between the Projectionist, and a woman he'd never seen before. A smile grew on the Ink Demon's face. Maybe this was his chance.

-Some time before-

You heard the rumors about the abandoned studio from the 1930s near your apartment from many people, but never really believed them. However, the mystery of what could be inside the surprisingly intact building enticed you to go see for yourself. When you entered the studio, everything around you turned black and sepia. You walked through the halls and explored the many rooms, to the point where it seemed endless.

But you soon found that, unfortunately, you were not alone.

Many humanoid blobs made of ink and morphed versions of the Bendy characters would try to attack you, at an increasingly growing rate. You were able to outrun them, but you started to grow paranoid over whether they'll be back. Nevertheless, you kept exploring, but you carried a makeshift weapon (you found a broken piece of pipe). You walked into a room where there was a projector running, displaying some footage for some TV special with Joey Drew as the host. You took a closer look at the projector, impressed by its ability to still run after all these years. But then, you noticed ink starting to drip down the projector. The ink formed into a puddle and then grew into a body, attaching to the projector. It lifted it off the stand and was now a walking ink being with the projector as its head. The creature turned to you and let out a terrifying shriek, then started to charge at you. You dodged it and ran out of the room, the projector being chasing you.

-Now-

You ran and ran as fast as you could but you could hear that projector being catching up to you. Soon, to your horror, you hit a dead end. You turned to see your demise coming closer and closer. You put your arms up in a defensive position and shut your eyes tight, waiting for a swift death. But then there was a loud sound and then, silence. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the projector on the ground, separated from the demon's body. You put your arms down and almost jumped when you saw who killed it.

It was a 7 foot tall, malformed figure with skin made of black ink that almost looked like tar, appearing to have a fit human torso, legs, and arms, but with a very small waist. His head looked like Bendy's, but it looked like someone dumped ink on his head, making him look melted. It covered his eyes, so you couldn't see them, if he even had any. His horns were curved and almost looked like a crescent moon, almost. His smile matched Bendy's, but it was much wider. His left hand had 4 fingers and was wearing a white, ink-stained glove, while the other hand had 5 fingers and wore nothing. While you couldn't help but blush as you looked at him, you noticed that he wasn't trying to attack you. He was just...standing there, looking at you.

He stood motionless, his gaze fixed on you. His presence felt unnerving and sinister as he slowly approached you, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. You started to relax as your fear started to dissipate. When you saw its smile, you couldn’t help but feel a blush appear on your cheeks. The Ink Demon's smile widened as he continued to approach you, his steps slow and deliberate. His gaze, intense and penetrating, never left your face. He then knelt in front of you, his head in front of your chest, which brought a lump to your throat for some reason. Maybe it was the invasion of personal space.

You felt a bit of unease in your stomach due to his gaze, but you figured he was safe, since he saved you from that projector thing. You cautiously reached your hand out and you gently put your hand on his cheek. As your fingers made contact with the Ink Demon's face, his inky skin felt cool and smooth to the touch. The ink didn’t stick to your fingers, much to your surprise. He remained still for a moment before slowly tilting his head slightly, resting his head in your hand, a low purr in his throat. It seemed that he found comfort in your touch.

You reached your other hand to touch his other cheek and you couldn’t help but smile warmly, realizing he wasn’t like the other monsters in this building, and that your assumption of him being safe was right. The Ink Demon's expression seemed to glimmer with a mix of curiosity and something akin to affection as you held his head in your hands. You felt as he slowly placed his large hands around you, like he was holding a doll. The Ink Demon's grip on you was surprisingly gentle, his ink-covered hands enveloping you with an almost protective hold. He was handling you like you were made of glass and if he moved wrong or squeezed you too tight, you’d shatter to pieces.

His gaze remain fixed on your face, his expression filled with a strange sense of connection. You couldn’t deny that you felt that connection too, along with a warm feeling in your chest. You thought about how sweet this demon was being, that maybe this was its true nature. You then thought about how it must’ve been so long since he’s seen anyone here that wasn’t a monster out for blood, and how lonely he must’ve been. After that thought, you felt a sense of compassion for this creature and you leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on his head.

The Ink Demon seemed surprised by the action, because it backed up a bit. You felt like you did something wrong, so you said, “I-I’m sorry. Was that too much..? I..I...” That’s when the Ink Demon slowly shook his head, his face softening as he continued to hold you. He reached up with one hand and gently touched the spot where you kissed him, a small smile forming on his face. Something told you that he really liked that. After that, he lifted you up and took you to another room.

The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a makeshift bed in the middle of the room. Must’ve been where the Ink Demon slept, you figured. As he placed you on the mattress and stood in front of you, you wondered why he brought you here, until you thought more on it.

Why else would someone bring you to their room? Because they want you to stay.

You look at the Ink Demon and ask, “You..want me to stay with you, don’t you?” The Ink Demon's smile widened slightly, and he nodded in response to your question. He released his grip on you but took your hand and gently held it, as if urging you to stay. Well, it wasn’t like there was anything for you outside of the building. You had no one waiting for you, no one to be worried about you if you disappeared. Plus, it’s not like there was a possible exit to this place anyways. So you looked at the demon and smiled, saying, “Alright. I’ll stay with you.” The Ink Demon's eyes lit up with a mixture of gratitude and excitement, then he nuzzled the top of your head and licked your cheek.

You felt a stinging pain on your cheek, so you touched where he licked and there was blood. Turns out you got hurt as you ran away from that Projector Demon. You noticed you got a few scratches on your cheek and on the side of your neck and on your shoulder, all bleeding. “Shit...” you said to yourself. The Ink Demon tilted his head slightly, observing your injuries with a mix of curiosity and concern. Slowly, he went to your cheek again. The Ink Demon’s long, inky tongue snaked out from his mouth and delicately licked at the blood on your wounds. As you felt the stings, you noticed that even though he was terrifying and intimidating, he was still being so gentle with you. As he continued to clean your wounds, a low growl rumbled in his chest, almost as if he was trying to comfort you. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and when you heard his comforting purr, you felt touched that he cared about you enough to comfort you through the pain.

He then moved from your cheek to your neck and shoulder. You felt his hot breath on your neck, his tongue slowly caressing it as he cleaned up the blood. It sent a heat down to your very core and you could feel yourself getting hot from this. As he slid his tongue down to your shoulder wound, you accidentally let out a soft moan. In response, the Ink Demon’s purr deepened as he continued to lick your wounds. His tongue brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His gaze stayed locked on you as he continued to lick you, seemingly lost in thought.

He went towards the spot between your shoulder and your neck and he growled again, but a bit louder this time. He then bit down gently on your skin, drawing a bit of blood. A small, almost unnoticeable amount of ink dripped from his teeth onto your skin, sinking into the bite as he marked you as his. You gasped softly as he bit you, but not out of pain. The ink seemed to numb any pain the bite would've caused and it actually intensified your heat. You couldn’t help but start to feel aroused from his bite, his tongue, his touch, his everything. The Ink Demon’s growling deepened as he continued to leave more marks on your shoulder, now with more purpose than before. He could sense your arousal, and it only served to fuel his own. He knew that you had to be his mate, there was no denying it. He wanted you oh so badly, his very being was screaming for him to devour you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hands out and touch him. You wanted to feel his skin, to know that what you were experiencing was real. The Ink Demon purred, reveling in the warmth of your touch. You gently touch his arm, trailing your fingers along his slick inky skin. You reached his hand and after feeling his palm and fingers, you gently intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand. He smiled warmly and leaned down slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and allowing your intertwined fingers to rest between you. You blushed red and you felt a warm and tight feeling in your chest. Were you starting to fall for this gentle beast?

You started to trail your other hand down his chest and along his stomach, feeling how smooth his skin was. The Ink Demon inhaled deeply, his body shuddering slightly at your touch. He gazed at you, his cheeks flushed and his smile so warm and inviting. He reached out with his other hand, placing it on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. You gasp softly at his touch, sending shivers down your spine. “Y..You can..t..touch me too...i..if you want,” you were able to say softly.

The Ink Demon pressed his lips against yours, the kiss gentle and slow. His hand moved up your back, tracing the curve of your spine and pulling you even closer to him. His other hand trails down your side, resting on your hip as he explored your body. You kissed him back, letting a moan escape into his mouth. The Ink Demon smiled, pulling away from your lips to kiss your cheek and neck. His hand moved down to your thigh, slowly tracing its contours as he pulled you even closer to him. You sighed softly as his fingers traced along your thigh, opening your legs slightly to let him touch even more of you. The Ink Demon's hand moved further up your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your dress and exploring the smooth skin beneath. He pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a purr and allowing himself to fully experience the sensations that were running through him. You felt your body heat up more as his hand slid up your dress, and you decided to just speed up the process for him. “H..Here...let me help you..”

You undid your dress and let it slide off of you, leaving you nude except for your panties. You heard a deep lust-filled purr in his throat once you were nude. He gently laid you onto the mattress, ready to prepare you for him. The Ink Demon moved his hand up to your breast, squeezing it gently and exploring the contours of your body with his fingertips as he kissed your neck and shoulder, licking the fresh bite mark and your wounds. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling the heat between your legs as he explored your body with his hands, mouth, and tongue. You moaned as you felt the heat from between his legs touch yours. You couldn't help but slowly rub your groin against his, so he felt as good as he was making you feel.

The Ink Demon smiled, admiring your desire for him. His hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss your lips again. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling your warm, wet center against him as you both move against each other, your bodies intertwined and your breaths becoming heavier and faster. The Ink Demon moved his hips against yours, feeling your body shudder with pleasure as you came closer and closer to release. He slipped his hand down to your panties, feeling the wetness between your legs as he ripped them off, exposing you to him completely.

Once your panties were gone, you felt something touch your pussy. You look down and you saw something growing from his groin, which formed into a large cock, matching his skin. The Ink Demon smirked as he grabbed your thighs and rubbed his cock on your pussy for a bit, until he slipped his hand between your bodies, guiding his cock inside of you, gripping both your thighs and slowly pushing himself deep inside. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he stretched your walls so deliciously. He leaned forward, grabbed your jaw, and kissed your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth as he feels your body writhe beneath him. He started doing long and deep thrusts, your bodies entwined and your breath coming in short, gasping breaths as you both feel the pleasure building within you both.

You had never felt this sort of ecstasy before in your life, not even with any other partner. This thing was reaching depths you never knew were possible, sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had. “Ahh..! S..So..good..!!” you couldn’t help but let out of your lips once he broke the kiss. The Ink Demon's hand moved down to your ass, squeezing it gently as he thrusted into you, feeling your body shudder with pleasure. He kissed your neck and shoulder, his tongue exploring the contours of your skin as you both come closer and closer to release. He could feel his cock throb inside of you, the pleasure building within him as he moved faster and faster, feeling her body writhe beneath him.

He changed position slightly as he lost himself in the pleasure, grabbing your wrists and putting them above your head, your legs a bit in the air as he leaned towards you more and thrusted harder into you. You moaned at each thrust, trying not to cry out loud. The Ink Demon let his tongue out and licked up your belly and breasts as he fucked you so well. Ink dripped from his tongue, leaving trails on your body, like you were his canvas for his lust-filled creation.

He kissed your lips once again, feeling your tongue explore his mouth as you both came closer and closer to release. Finally, he felt your body convulse beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you came, your moans filling the air as you cry out in ecstasy. He follows soon after, letting out a primal roar and feeling his cock throb as he filled you full with his hot, sticky seed. You felt like you were in another realm than you were as the pleasure from your release flowed throughout your body and you arched your back. All that existed was your full womb, the cock inside you, your body, and pleasure. You could feel his seed fill your belly so much that the sensation caused a second orgasm to rock your body.

Once you come back to reality, you both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined and covered in each others’ cum as you both caught your breath, before the Ink Demon collapsed onto the bed, laying next to you and pulling you close. The Ink Demon kissed your cheek, feeling your smile as you both lay there, your hearts pounding in your chests. You hugged him close, your head resting on his chest. He then leaned to your ear and whispered in a deep, gravelly voice, “I love you.” While you were a bit surprised he could actually talk, you felt warmth flood your heart and you smile, kissing his cheek before saying, “I love you too.” The Ink Demon smiled, feeling his heart swell with warmth as he hugged you tightly. He rested his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your warm body pressed against his. You both lay there, holding each other close, until eventually, you both fall asleep, your bodies still intertwined.

‘I think I’m going to love this new life,’ you thought to yourself before letting sleep take you.

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[angelofthepage]

3 New Chapters of Searching the Depths: The Heart of the Studio

Order of Operations

Frankly, I'm Outta Here

Hell's Bell

I have been waiting so long for this set to be ready. Two short chapters, and one long one. Folks, it is time, we are getting into the meat of this story, with what may be my favorite chapter of the adventure so far, Chapter 18: Hell's Bell. I hope you all enjoy this Bendy fanfic! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this one!

[clonedchaos]

𝕰𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

•°¯•• 𝒞𝒽𝒶���𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ••¯°•:

The new cycle had changed everything. It had even changed the realm’s ruler himself. The twisted demon now resembled everything that everyone told him he should be. Only that mind was not his. On the other hand, Bendy didn’t know what to think about the resentful demon lurking at the back of his mind- or himself really. Much less about the strange woman that walked into his life. The Ink Demon saw her as a threat. Bendy saw her as a friend. It seemed there would be no compromise on the current situation. However, there seemed to be a lot more to the demons than one once thought…

🆁🅰🆃🅸🅽🅶: Teen

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 (WIP currently)

𝔸𝕆𝟛 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕜: (𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤)

Found Family

Canon-Typical Violence

Fluff and Angst

Trust

Ink Demon Backstory

Action/Adventure

Mystery

Bendy's just a little guy

Siblings

Bendy POV

Ink Demon POV

Eventual Audrey Drew POV

Friendship

Some self-care lessons

Spoilers for games and books

Nightmares

Dreams

[inkabelledesigns]

Sorry for coming in so late! Can I get a snippet from Searching the Depths? Or Drew's Last Hope? Thank you!

No need to apologize Nemo! I'm happy to see you. ^^ Hmm, I've been debating what piece would best suit your ask, but I think I'd like to give you a snippet of Drew's Last Hope.

So, context: Drew's Last Hope is the tentative title for the BATDR section of Searching the Depth's story. I consider The Heart of the Studio to be mostly BATIM, Richard the Keeper to be the interlude between BATIM and BATDR, and then we get Drew's Last Hope. Here's a snippet with Audrey and Bella, from inside of Lord Amok's prison. (Programming note, this was heavily inspired by Hermes in Epic: The Musical.)

The sound of slow applause echoed from the back of the chamber. “I have to say, I underestimated you.” 

Audrey jerked her head around, the voice surrounding her, but she couldn’t place where it was coming from. “Who’s there?!” “An ally, if you’ll have one.” A gleeful cackle pierced the air, as the candlelight danced across the rocky walls of her prison. Forming together, a shadowy figure pried itself out of the wall. It was none other than the shepherd she’d run into before. 

“You! What are you-how are you-” She stammered. 

“Shhhh.” The shepherd laughed as she sauntered over, putting a hand on Audrey’s shoulder as she put a finger over her own mouth. “My dear sheep, we wouldn’t want them to hear us, now would we?” She giggled. “Did you really think they could keep us contained?” 

“I-augh.” Audrey shook her head and tried to catch her breath. “How did you get in here?” 

“Took the back route. The front door would’ve been faster, but uh, I don’t think Amok would’ve liked that.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “What, you’ve never Flowed through a wall before?” 

“That…was Flow?” Audrey looked her up and down, her eyes scrunched together in doubt, and maybe just a little bit of fear. “But…why? How can it do that?” “Simple. We don’t like staying cooped up. Gotta learn to get away.” She smirked. “Porter really didn’t tell you anything, did he?” “No…” Audrey sighed and looked to the ground. She closed her eyes and shook her head, clenching her fists. “He was off pretty quickly, and I didn’t think to ask…how do you know him?” “Oh, we were roommates, once upon a time.” She leaned against the wall, resting a bare foot against its stone. “We took him in when things got hectic. He helped us find supplies, we helped him stay alive.” 

“So…you’re friends then?” Audrey cocked her head to the side curiously. 

“Something like that.” She smirked. Somehow it felt less cocky and more…genuinely playful. “Porter’s practically family at this point. Then again, there’s very few people here I wouldn’t say that about…” She looked to the ground and sighed, shaking her head. “I know every lost one, searcher, and toon like the back of my hand. But I don’t know you. And I’ll be frank with you, Audrey.” She stuck her hands in her pockets as she looked up at her, ever so slightly menacing. “Your first impression left something to be desired. What’s your story?” 

“My…story?” Audrey took a step back, her arms slightly raised, as if ready to defend herself.” 

The shepherd nodded. “You aren’t like anything I’ve ever seen. You came in here and immediately started thrusting souls back into the puddles. And, well, if I’m to be brutally honest, you’re making my life harder.” The shepherd narrowed her eyes. “Why are you here? Were you sent to torture us further? Or are you really that unaware of the power you hold?” 

[batdiangelo]

Seeing Double

Based loosely on this art made by @doberart! If you see this, I hope you enjoy!

Henry sighed happily, watching as his two boys played excitedly in the summer sun. they giggled and laughed as they tossed a football back and forth.

The ex-animator was pulled from his thoughts when his wife Linda walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. “there’s a letter for you,” she said, handing it to him. “it’s from a place called Archgate studios.” Henry frowned for a moment, inspecting the letter.

He knew they had just recently acquired the rights to all the cartoons and characters from his old friend, Joey’s studio, but he didn’t know that Joey had said anything about him. carefully opening it, Henry read the letter.

Dear Mr. Stein,

you may not know me, but I feel as if I know you pretty well. My name is Audrey, and well.. I’m Joey’s daughter. There’s a lot I’d love to explain to you, but it won’t all fit in one letter. if you can, come by Archgate studios.

there’s a lot I’d like to show you.

your new pal,

Audrey Drew

Henry frowned, re-reading the letter. Glancing over to his wife, he sighed. She had stared at him, waiting patiently for an explanation. “It’s Joey’s daughter. She wants me to meet her at Archgate studios.” He explained, watching as she frowned.

“I thought moving to Pasadena, we’d get away from all that.” She said softly, looking out at their kids still shrieking with excitement in the yard. “are you going?” She asked, a hint of sadness in her tone. Henry looked at the letter, reading it again; after a moment, he looked back up at his wife, nodding.

“be safe, Henry. and come home to me.” she said, placing a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll tell the boys where you’ve gone. I love you.” Henry smiled, placing a kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be okay, I love you too.”

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When Henry arrived at Archgate studios, he was honestly expecting a more lively place. instead, it held the same sense of dread and dreariness Joey Drew Studios held before he left, all those years ago. he sighed, and walked into the studio.

“Hello?” he said into the empty reception hall. “Audrey?” he frowned, slowly turning in a circle as he inspected the many poster that decorated the walls. “Audrey?” he called again, looking around some more

“Oh, Mr. Stein!” A voice came from his right, he realized, as he turned to face it. a woman stood in front of him, short, curly black hair done up nicely. he smiled and stuck out a hand.

“you can call me Henry, no need for formalities.” he said, shaking her hand. “So, your letter mentioned Joey?” he decided to cut to the chase, not wanting to spend too much time away from his family. “you also said you had something to show me?”

“oh right.” Audrey sighed, and led Henry down further into the studio. “before I show you what’s in this room, you have to promise me,” She said, standing in front of an office door. “that you won’t tell another soul.” Henry stepped back for a moment, his expression changing to one more serious.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, watching as she relaxed for a moment. “What is it?” he asked, as Audrey moved to open the door.

what was on the other side shocked the old animator to his core.

“Bendy..?” he breathed, kneeling down. the small toon hid behind Audrey’s leg, looking up at her. “hey, kiddo, I won’t hurt you.” he said, finding himself offering a hand to this creature.

“He’s scared…you look like someone we know, but you aren’t him.” Audrey said, as Henry stood. “That’s the other thing.” Audrey and Henry entered the room, and Henry froze.

He was staring at himself.

except this version of him was Sepia-toned, ink stained his clothes and his face. did henry really look that old?

That Tired?

The animator lifted a hand, waving cautiously. The sepia-tone version of him waved back- in the exact same manor.

“What the-”

-~-

“Ok, so..” Henry said, sitting with Audrey, and the other Henry; a cup of coffee in hand. “Joey created a hellish world to torment this version of me, and you inherited it?” He asked, watching as they glanced at each other before nodding. “And he wanted a kid so he used the ink machine to create you?” Audrey nodded, holding up her hand.

“I’m made of ink,” she said, bending her finger back like it was nothing. “but living flesh and blood.” She explained. “Somehow, his creations are escaping into this world.” Henry- the real world one, nodded, sipping on his coffee.

“I don’t understand why this place is hellish. its a cartoon.” Henry said, “shouldn’t it be funny?” Ink Henry sighed, shaking his head sadly. “why can’t you explain it?”

“Because you’re better off not knowing the horrors I faced. the horrors Allison and Sammy and-” Ink Henry cut himself off, staring at the real world version of himself. “Do you really want to know what I went through?”

Henry nodded. the ink world version of him grabbed his arm, his eyes glowing a brilliant gold. “Then see.”

Suddenly, he was within a sepia toned world, echos of memories played on repeat within his head.

“Have you seen him? the Ink Demon?” A disfigured Alice angel laughed as Henry ran from a beast that sported Bendy’s smile. his head ached as he fell forward, suddenly a man sporting a mask that resembled Bendy’s face stood in front of him, preaching the Ink demon. “come my lord, and take this sheep!” He cried.

Henry wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. he sat up suddenly, a perfect Boris in front of him. for a moment he felt calm- but that was ripped from him as he watched that perfect dog get ripped from him- a disfigured and ruined beast that held Boris’s face attacking him. Henry felt guilty, watching as his old pal died. thousands of names whispered throughout the studio as he marched on, an Alice wielding a sword walking with a Boris that sported a mechanical arm by his sides. The scenery changed and he was facing a large terrifying beast, his smile and teeth threatening as Henry dived- placing a reel of film into a protector. Suddenly the protector stood, its inky arms grabbing Henry. the animator screamed, flailing to get the new monster off of him. he fell from the arms of the creature, into Joey’s apartment.

He ran for the door, only to open it and reenter the studio- to repeat the cycle again. Henry could hear screaming, and he quickly realized it was himself. he threw things across the main studio floor, anger and fear bubbling up inside him.

“Am I real?!” he shouted to no one in particular. “Am I really Henry Stein?! Where’s my wife?! Joey WHERE IS SHE?!”

The yelling stopped as he entered a room, staring into a mirror. golden tears fell from his eyes, as realization filled his senses. He’s not really Henry. he has no Linda to return home to. he’s stuck here, suffering, dying over and over and over and over-

“HENRY!” Audrey shouted, grabbing the animator. he was on the floor, yelling in pain. he gasped, forcing himself up. he stared at his twin, eyes full of tears.

“You..” he gasped, his head aching with pain. “all of that?”

“all of that. on repeat.” Henry nodded, noticing how his counterparts eyes faded back to normal. “We can’t let people like Alice or the ink demon out. Audrey was able to stop the-” he sighed, looking serious. “leak- for lack of a better word; for now but we think you can help.”

Henry nodded, finally understanding what his other self was explaining. “I have one request. I have to tell Linda.” Audrey shook her head, eyes widen with fear.

“No! you promised!”

“Audrey, I can’t help you and be with her at the same time,” He said calmly. “Not with the two boys that is.” He heard ink henry gasp, his expression softening.

“two boys?” Henry smiled and pulled out his wallet, showing off a picture of the two teenagers.

“Benjamin and Michael. absolute rascals but I love em so much.” he said, a sense of pride rising in his chest. “now, can I tell Linda?”

“alright alright. but we have to get started soon; I don’t know how long my patch will hold.”

[whydidijoinsomanyfandoms]

Chapter 11 of "Smoke and A Studio" is now out!

That's right, baby, your favourite fanfiction writer is BACK! With new and improved grammar, spelling, and even a hint of trauma, I'm delighted to inform you that chapter 11 of my BATIM fanfiction "Smoke and A Studio" is now ready to read on AO3!

Enjoy the long chapter to make up for my absence!

Gemmie x

[starryredpanda]

Oh this is lovely!!!

it’s a bit hard to reach out to someone when you’ve no idea how to do so.

or: the ink demon asks something of audrey

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this fic’s a real short one, so i’ve decided to also put it here. enjoy :)

“join me,” he hissed, holding out a clawed hand to her. his voice was dark and deep, rumbling deep in the walls and floors. it felt like the world around her gave a shudder at his words, like just his voice alone could so easily destroy everything in his path. his tone oozed with malice, with eagerness, with danger.

but despite everything warding her off, all the walls bricked up in front of her, there was something else in his proposition. something small, pleading, and desperate. with the way it echoed in his words, it sounded an awful lot like he’d instead said, “help me.”

and as she continued to stare at his outstretched arm, tensed and strained in the air, it seemed more and more like he was crying, “save me.”

so she heaved a breath, quieted the anxieties running through her mind, and took his hand.

his claws curled inwards to grip her hold, sharp tips inches from breaking her skin. he leaned over her, his exhales cold on her face, and declared, “finally,” with a triumphant, satisfied air. he repeated it a few times, as if to relish in his victory.

but she saw how his body sagged, heard the undercurrent of relief in his voice, and had the feeling he was really whispering, “thank you,” over and over and over again.

[alias-main]

Middle school me is not letting me go until I rewrite this pairing specifically

[greencatalystcomet]

im so excited for one year from now when there's an abundance of really long, like 100k+ word deadpool/wolverine fanfiction because. there is currently a drought

[geareduptom]

I've been listening to this song Salvation

and since I've been on a fanfic kick as of late, I decided to make like... I guess you'd call it cover art? I had a lot of Idea's but this one was the one that came out of it all so Enjoy. Go read @ireallylovepupplies101stuff 's Fanfic: The Ink Demon and The Traitorous Knight cause it's cute ^^

[mishishiwritings]

One of the best BATIM fics I’ve read in a while

Right about the time Henry stops trying to break the loop, someone else decides to give it a shot. It’s a bag of mixed results, but at least Henry’s not alone anymore. That’s New. 

(it’s also on FFN)

[angelofthepage]

Summary: Mr. Drew helps his new apprentice move out of her dingy apartment and then grab a bite to eat. Meanwhile, the movers are in for a surprise back at his humble abode.

[clonedchaos]

𝕰𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 #3- 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊

🆁🅰🆃🅸🅽🅶: T for Teens due to canon-typical violence

•°¯•• 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ••¯°•: Bendy and Heidi must work together to escape the Gent Factory, or risk being captured. Along the way, Bendy discovers a few new things about himself and his ever-expanding world.

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✮ 𝒯𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝓇 𝒱𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾♡𝓃: ✮: ~Enjoy!~

Bendy squeaked in alarm and lurched backwards, breaking out of the stranger's grasp. Her eyes widened, surprised by his distress. "Oh no. I'm sorry! Did I scare you?" She inquired, cocking her head to the side. She was hunched over due to the cramped quarters of the vent. Inky tendrils for hair fell down over her shoulders.

Bendy shuffled back a step but didn't leave the safety of the hiding space. He nodded his head. Truly she had surprised him. But she had also rescued him from the Keeper, hadn't she?

"Oopsies, my bad! I think I mistook you for an oversized Bendy plush! Sorry about that!" She giggled, the sound reverberating off the vent's walls. "Good thing I saved you from those scary monsters, hmm?"

Bendy slowly nodded, curiosity beginning to overtake his anxiety. So, she did save me. That was kind. Already, this stranger was far different than Wilson and the Keepers. They never apologized to him for anything. They never even gave him so much as a smile; granted, the Keepers couldn't smile, but that was beside the point. And all Wilson ever gave him was a wicked sneer anyhow. But this stranger... Her giggles began to set him at ease. She seemed... different. He shuffled closer to her just a smidge.

"I'm Heidi," She chirped, her golden orbs for eyes blinking at him. "And what's your name, little fellow?"

Bendy opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a squeak. He tried again. An even higher-pitched squeak. He frowned at his inability to voice his thoughts, feeling a small twitch of irritation well up inside him. Yet, somehow, Heidi's eyes managed to appear wider at the sound. "Oh my goodness! You're adorable!" She squealed and clapped her hands together. 

Adorable? He tipped his head to the side. He hadn't heard that one before. But given how warm and delighted Heidi seemed, he assumed that to be a good thing.

"You sound almost like the Bendy plushies I was talking about!" Heidi continued in a joyful tone before looking him over once more. "Actually, you look just like Bendy!"

Bendy nodded vigorously in response.

"Is that your name?" Heidi guessed.

Another succession of nods.

Heidi clapped once more. "Oh, goodie! This is just like a game of charades!"

A Keeper shrieked in the distance. Bendy flinched and pressed himself against the cold metal of the vent. Heidi frowned and slowly reached a hand out towards him. "Hey, it's okay, Bendy. I can help you! We can outsmart those scary monsters by proving we're the superior hiders! Won't that be fun?" She cheered.

Bendy shook his head. Nothing about this seemed fun to him. The Keepers knew he escaped. It was only a matter of time before they found him. And he didn't know anything about this place. It could be a maze for all he knew! But maybe... maybe Heidi could help him. After all, she had somehow managed to sneak in past the Keepers to be here in the first place. Why she was here, he didn't know.

"I'm very good at hiding!" Heidi insisted before snickering, "Actually, 'hide' is almost in my name! Heid-i! Get it? Heidi?!" She suddenly burst into a giggling fit. Bendy couldn't help but snicker along with her, her optimism becoming infectious. Her name does sound like hide! 

It felt good to laugh. It was a foreign feeling, sure. But it made him feel all warm and cozy inside. A stark contrast to the cold, hollow feeling in his heart when he was locked up in the Keeper’s holding cell.

"So what do you say? Do you want to come with me? I'd love to have a companion!" Heidi added, hand still extended.

But what if we get caught? She'd get caught too. What would Wilson and the Keepers do with her if that happened? I don't want her to get hurt... He twiddled his thumbs and averted his gaze, beginning to shake again.

Heidi slowly scooted forward and set her hand gently on his shoulder. Bendy slightly tensed at the contact but didn't move away from her. "I know. This place is big and scary. But you know what I say?" Bendy lifted his head to stare at her. "I say we make the most of it! Turn the scary situation into a positive one! If we make it into a game, it'll be less scary! At least, that's my perspective on it!” Heidi’s eyes crinkled, as if she were smiling.

Well... I guess a game would be fun... He reasoned to himself, gave Heidi a nervous smile, and hesitantly nodded his head.

"Oh, wonderful!" Heidi clasped her hands together. "Well, let's get started, shall we?" Heidi shuffled around in the vent and began crawling further into the darkness.

Suddenly, an idea popped into the little imp's mind. Bendy quickly tapped Heidi on the shoulder and she paused to look at him. Bendy took a deep breath and pressed his palm against the side of the vent. Slowly, his hand began to phase through the metal and disappeared in a glob of ink.

Heidi's eyes widened. "You're connected to the ink too?" She breathed out in amazement before she gave another joyful squeal. 

Bendy nodded and withdrew his hand, watching it morph back into its usual glove. Could I bring Heidi with me if I go through walls? Or is it something only I could do? He held out a hand to her and pointed to the wall with his other hand. Couldn’t hurt to try it…

"You want me to go with you? Okie-dokie!” Heidi chirped and immediately clutched his hand. Bendy felt a small twinge of surprise. Did Heidi trust him? Why? How could she be so different from Wilson and the Keepers?

He pushed aside the matter for now and concentrated on moving through the walls. He understood that he was made of ink, and Heidi appeared the same way too. So, in theory, she should pop through the wall right beside him, right?

He closed his eyes and felt his hand slip into the cold metal, bubbles of ink popping up around the spot. He glanced back at Heidi momentarily to see her watching him with that same crinkle in her eyes.

"You can do it, little guy!" She encouraged, giving him a thumbs up. He shot her a grateful smile at her little pep talk.

He shut his eyes again and crawled forward with Heidi in tow. He felt the chill of the ink envelop him as he moved, clutching Heidi's hand tightly. He couldn't see her, just an inky abyss. Was she okay? He began to panic and practically leapt out of the wall, landing clumsily beside a desk in a large room. He leaned against it to steady himself, feeling just a tad woozy.

"Oh! That was exhilarating!" Heidi breathed, stepping out of the wall beside him. Bendy sighed in relief, grateful that she had made it out safely. Heidi squeezed his hand before she lifted it and pointed across the room to a darkened hall. "Hmm... Maybe we should try that way?"

Bendy nodded and Heidi scampered forward, sticking close to the shadows in the corners and edges of the room. Bendy cast tense looks towards his surroundings before following behind. Heidi crouched low to the ground as they headed towards some tables and she motioned for Bendy to do the same. He was just about to copy her movements when a light shone in the distance, illuminating the shadowy hall. A Keeper slid into the room.

Bendy froze on the spot. Heidi had just managed to duck behind a chair and glanced back at her new companion. When she saw him standing out in the open, she quickly motioned for him to join her. Bendy’s feet were rooted to the floor as he began to quiver, his head shaking at her in unwavering refusal. The Keeper hadn’t yet noticed him, though Bendy knew they would in the next few seconds.

He knew he had to move. He just had to. If he didn’t, he’d just be trapped all over again; with Heidi alongside him. And he couldn’t bear to think of that. His legs began to shake faster as his lip trembled. He was so caught up in his own petrified state that he didn’t see Heidi slinking towards him. Her hand gently tugged his wrist at the same time the Keeper’s light illuminated their presence. It screeched and lunged for them.

Heidi tugged Bendy to the side, the Keeper barely just grazing past. It turned to confront them as Heidi bolted for the hallway. Bendy struggled to keep up with her longer strides as they fled.

The little imp risked a glance behind his shoulder to find the Keeper attempting another lunge with its arm outstretched. Bendy squeaked and used all his power to shove Heidi to the side. The Keeper dove past them as Bendy and Heidi tumbled over and over on the ground before they rolled right into a table leg that roughly stopped their momentum.

The Keeper spun around, its light illuminating their location. Bendy and Heidi scrambled to their feet and separated. The Keeper rammed into the table, furiously scattering papers and batteries onto the floor. It trained its light on Bendy and gave pursuit.

Bendy squeaked in terror but forced himself to keep running. Every inch of him wanted to disappear through a wall or crawl back into a vent and hide there forever. But he couldn’t leave Heidi. He wouldn’t. No matter how fearful he was. He could be brave! He would—

His feet slipped out from under him. Bendy went hurtling into a nearby filing cabinet, leaving him slightly dazed from the impact. The Keeper towered over him, its light making Bendy's eyes water. “Subject Bendy will return to its prison,” It hissed out, reaching for him. Bendy shut his eyes and held his head in his hands, preparing for the worst.

Suddenly, Bendy heard the sound of something hard richoeting off metal. He peeked open an eye to see Heidi just a few paces away. She was threateningly holding a metal gear over her head. “Leave my new friend alone!” She shouted before chucking it at the Keeper’s head. The gear bounced off, leaving a small dent in the Keeper’s helmet.

The Keeper turned in irritation, the stripes along its body gleaming a fierce red as it let out a shriek. It started towards her but Heidi only giggled, turned and bolted. Her feet barely skimmed the ground as she led the Keeper out of the room. “You can’t catch meeee!” Her voice echoed in a gleeful taunt, growing fainter as she disappeared down the hall.

Bendy sat there for a moment, stunned. He picked up the sound of distant staticky breathing and watched as another Keeper floated out of the hall they had initially appeared next to. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran after Heidi. No way would he want to be stuck alone with one of them! Unfortunately, the Keeper was alerted by his movement and gave chase. 

He followed the length of the hall before taking a sharp right, just narrowly missing the Keeper’s lunge. It slammed into a series of lockers as he stepped into another room. Immediately, he saw Heidi crouched atop a grated platform in the air along a wall. He blinked in amazement. How’d she get up there?

She was giggling at the frustrated Keeper pacing below. “Hehehe! You weren’t quick enough to catch me! Looks like I win!”

A shriek from behind sent Bendy barreling towards the nearest vent opening. He slunk inside just as his pursuer was about to reach him. He shuffled around in the vents, fear and anxiety sending his heart racing. Once he felt he was a good distance away, he paused. Heidi’s faint giggling echoed through the vents. He needed to find her.

He closed his eyes and phased through the wall. He kept his keen hearing locked onto the sound of Heidi’s snickering as he searched through the walls. He could feel her energy. It was warm…. Just like the ink tunnel he had traveled through when he first awoke. 

Suddenly, his gloved hand touched the still, open air. He poked his head out of the wall to find Heidi crouched beside him on the platform. When he looked down, he found both Keepers hissing at them from below, lights trained on them like a spotlight.

”Brilliant! You’re here!” Heidi stood up quickly, her foot slipping. Bendy had to quickly grab her arms and pull her upright as she started to topple over the edge of the platform. Bendy tugged her towards the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. Heidi snickered in mild embarrassment, “Oopsies! My bad! Sorry about that! Thanks for the assistance, little guy!”

The Keepers screeched from below and Heidi promptly turned around and blew a raspberry at them. "No one likes a sore loser!" She declared, crossing her arms and shaking her head.

Bendy frowned. How could she have no fear when presented with opponents such as these? They were strong and quick. If they had Heidi in their clutches, she wouldn't stand a chance against them. Didn’t that frighten her? He shuddered at the thought, his hand tightening in hers. She turned back to him and he quickly pointed towards the wall. The faster they got away from here the better.

They stepped through the wall. This time, Bendy was determined to get them as far away as possible. But the more he searched through the ink, the more exhausted he felt himself becoming. Come on… Just a little bit farther… He felt himself reaching out.

When they had made it through their final wall and out the other side, Bendy nearly collapsed against Heidi. The lost one immediately grabbed his shoulder to steady him with one hand, the other still clutched in his gloved hand. “Woah there, little guy. You’re not looking too good…”

Bendy held his free hand to his head as his legs began to wobble. The world was spinning. He closed his eyes and blinked hard several times until his vision began to clear just enough for him to stare out into a large city with tall buildings. A beautiful voice singing a gentle tune drifted down the streets to them. Despite his current condition, Bendy couldn’t help the amazed look that crossed his features. The location was a little unnerving, yes. But also... peaceful. And positively breathtaking. 

The world is bigger than I ever could've imagined...

Heidi was watching him with delight. “Welcome to the city, Bendy. It’s oddly gorgeous, isn’t it?”

Bendy slowly nodded. He winced, trying to block the ringing from his ears. The corners of his vision began to blur. A screech sounded behind them. Oh no no no! I can’t black out! Not here! Not when I’m so close to freedom! He panicked, beginning to shake.

Heidi cast a look over her shoulder to see a trio of Keepers exiting the Gent Factory. “Follow me, I know the way this time,” Heidi said and tugged him along. The two ran down the empty streets. The shops they shot past became nothing but a blur. Bendy couldn’t force himself to look back this time. He could hardly see where he was even running anymore. All he could hope was that Heidi wouldn’t let him go and was truly guiding them to safety.

They raced up some stairs and Heidi brought him over to a small fountain-like structure. Ink dripped from a wide pipe at the top, collecting into a pool at the bottom. Heidi stepped into the fountain, her feet scattering small droplets of ink. “Well. Do you trust me?” Heidi inquired with that joyful tone and friendly gleam in her eyes. Bendy blinked, barely registering what she had said. 

But he didn’t need to answer. Heidi had already helped him out so much just by getting him to this point. She had no reason to do so. He could trust her. He would trust her.

The searchlight of the Keepers were almost upon them when Bendy stepped into the fountain. Heidi squeezed his hand and Bendy stared into the ink. Just as the two were sucked through the pipes, he finally closed his eyes and let the ink cradle him. 

...

"Uncle Joey! Uncle Joey, look at this!" Heidi's voice echoed in Bendy's mind. The sound was strikingly different than anything he'd heard before. The voice sounded distant and disoriented, like it wasn’t real.

He opened his eyes to a surreal sight. He wasn’t in the studio anymore. For a start, this world was full of many different hues and shades.

“I’m looking Heidi, I’m looking,” A mustached man from the kitchen came into view, glancing down at the paper she held up to him. Splashes of vibrant colors were thrown across its surface and Bendy’s eyes widened in awe. There were that many colors in the world?

”Yes. It’s lovely, Heidi,” The man in the tan tweed jacket replied, an odd tone to his voice. He tried to quirk a smile but it ended up coming out a little crooked.

”May I see, sister?” A quiet voice from behind them asked.

Heidi turned to another strange figure, this one coated in ink like she was; albeit his figure was more stocky and a bit more muscular. She bounced on her heels and replied, “Of course, Port!” She skipped over to where he sat in front of a coffee table and handed him her artwork.

His golden eyes somehow gleamed brighter as he replied in a soft tone, “Oh my. Simply wonderful. You must teach me how to create such a masterpiece.” Heidi’s eyes glowed at the praise, and she brought over a few extra sheets of paper and a box filled with eye-popping colors. She flopped down in front of the table and the two grabbed a few colors. Soon, Bendy watched as the crayons danced across the paper’s blank surface, turning it into whorls of color.

Bendy could stare at the vibrant carton and art pieces for ages. It was calming. But his gaze slowly drew towards the strange man. He was watching the two young ink creatures with a darkened look, the smile dissipating from his lips like shadows scattering from light. The warmth in his eyes had dimmed.

‘Who are you…?’ Bendy thought to himself. He took a curious step forward. 

Suddenly, the world around him began to slow as the scene before him began to draw farther away. He tried to quicken his pace to get closer to the fading voices. He couldn’t tell what, but there was something off here. But no matter how hard he tried to race after them, he was eventually swallowed by the darkness.

...

Bendy awoke with a start, rubbing his eyes with a wide yawn. What happened? He thought curiously. The last thing he had recalled was fleeing the Gent Factory beside Heidi. He had taken Heidi's hand and the two were shot through the pipes of the studio to an unknown location. He must have blacked out on the way. But he had been awake, hadn’t he?

Were those visions or memories...? They weren't mine though... The girl sounded like Heidi's voice... And it looked like her. Maybe it was hers. But she was with some strange man and another ink person… in a place that didn't look anything at all like this... What did I do? He blinked, glancing around his new environment.  

He sat up, realizing he was lying on a plush, cushioned couch. A little blanket with floral imprints was placed over him and he bundled into them, wrapping the soft and cozy fabric around his body in contentment. He smiled, relishing the warmth it provided. The ink had been cold. So cold.

"Oh! You're up! Wonderful! I was getting worried about you!" A now-familiar voice piped up in elation. Bendy glanced over to see Heidi sitting on the floor in front of him. She was sitting cross-legged, three plushies sitting around her in a semi-circle. A few plastic plates and cups were on the ground in front of them all. Heidi set down a kettle and clasped her hands together. "Feeling better, new friend?"

Bendy tilted his head, still in shock about what had happened prior. His mind was swirling with questions and the bizarre nature of the experience. Heidi seemed completely fine; granted, she always seemed to be upbeat for as short a time as he'd known her. Did she know what he had seen? He held his palm to his head with a frown. Too many questions. And here he thought leaving the Gent Factory would solve all of his problems.

Heidi stood and skipped over to him, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "It's okay, Bendy. You're safe here! This is my home. I call it 'Heidi's and Porter’s Fun Fort!' It's super top secret, so the bad people can't find us here. Only my brother and I know of it. Pretty brilliant, isn't it?"

Bendy took in a moment to soak in his surroundings before giving a nod. He recognized the toys on the floor weren't the only ones in the room, not by a long shot. There were several shelves bolted to the walls, each filled to the brim with various plushies, toys and other knick-knacks. A wide white sheet was pinned to the wall across from him, and when he glanced over, he noticed a strange contraption pointed in its direction. A smaller bookshelf sat to the side of the room with an absurd number of books crammed into it, each with varying sizes.

The more he observed the room, the more his curiosity and excitement grew. There are so many things I didn't know existed out here! He resisted the urge to leap off the couch and observe every nook and cranny of the room until he had learned about each and every object it housed. How many games did Heidi own? How did he play them? And what of the books? He didn't know how to read, but he'd noticed Wilson reading out of them enough to peak his interest. He could learn anything from books, couldn't he?

He kept gazing about in fascination and Heidi watched him, looking amused at her new friend's reaction. "Oh! I know! Would you like to join my tea party? That's sure to make you feel better and ease your nerves!" Heidi declared, looking giddy just at the thought of it.

Bendy lifted his head and gave her a quizzical look. He tilted his head dramatically, trying to convey his obvious confusion. Heidi easily interpreted the response and explained, "It's a little game that I play! I pretend that I'm throwing a tea party with my dear old friends!" She gestured to the plushies sitting lifelessly on the floor.

Bendy blinked, still puzzled. How could she play a game with inanimate objects? Were they really her friends? He scratched his head, looked at Heidi, and shrugged with a clueless expression.

Heidi giggled at the imp's perplexed look. "You just need to use your imagination! Come, I'll show you!" She once more extended her hand out to him.

Bendy smiled and took it without hesitation this time, tugging his blanket with him. He took a seat right next to Heidi and she served him a plastic plate and a cup with more floral decor on it. She then took a large kettle and pretended to pour something into his cup. Bendy tilted his head in interest and confusion at her actions.

She picked up her own miniature tea cup and pretended to sip something. “Ah! This tastes amazing, doesn’t it?”

Bendy followed her actions and quickly nodded his head. The lack of an actual drink for them to consume still escaped him, but Heidi seemed to be having fun and brightened up at his reaction. It felt good making someone else smile.

”Perfect! Oh! I forgot to introduce you to my friends! Silly me!” Heidi giggled before pointing at the wolf plushie beside her. “This is Boris the Wolf. He loves to eat all the snacks and sometimes falls asleep during our tea parties.” She then pointed to the plushie of a woman in a dress with a halo over her head. “That is Alice Angel. She’s the kindest, most beautiful and talented angel you’ll ever meet.” Finally she pointed to a plushie that bore a stark resemblance to himself. “And, well, that’s also Bendy the Dancing Demon. He’s a little trickster who likes stealing my candy bars!”

Bendy cocked his head at the plushies. She knew all of that about inanimate objects? They couldn’t even move. He stared at the plushie that shared his name and some distinct features. Little trickster… He snickered, reached out, and pat it on the head. The plushie let out a squeak in response, surprising him.

Heidi giggled and got up to grab a small box that rested atop a counter. “I was just about to bring these out for all of us. How about some food?”

Bendy perked up as she deposited a plastic bag and one of the sugary bars from before on his plate. Immediately, he pulled the plastic open and shoved the energy bar into his mouth. Heidi giggled at his actions. “Ah! You like chocolate too, little guy?”

Bendy gleefully nodded his head, drumming his fingers on the carpet. This was definitely turning into the best day ever- not that it had any competition. But it was nice to be with someone who was kind, upbeat, and seemed to care about him to at least some extent. And she gave him this ‘chocolate’, which was pretty great too.

”Well, guys! What do you say if Bendy becomes our new friend?!” Heidi chirped, her questioned directed at the plushies. As expected, none of them responded. However, Heidi nodded in understanding. “Mhmm. Mhmm. Congratulations, Bendy! You have three new best friends! Well, four including me, of course!” Heidi clapped in excitement, patting him between the horns.

Bendy flinched at the sudden touch but gradually felt his shoulders relax. Heidi wasn’t Wilson or the Keepers. She wasn’t going to hurt him. So he gave Heidi a grateful smile and snickered at the affectionate pat.

The two spent the next few hours playing various board games, with Heidi joyfully explaining the rules to a very attentive and exhilarated little imp. They ate snacks and Heidi finished off the fun by reading him a small children’s book discussing various ‘animals’ and the sounds they made. Every new animal they’d come across was accompanied by a small patch of fuzz, showing off how soft they were. Heidi giggled at Bendy’s surprised look at every animal they came across. When they came to what Heidi declared was a bear, she pressed a little button and the book let out a loud cry. Bendy squeaked and tossed his blanket into the air in shock. It fluttered back down and landed around his horns. He cautiously lifted it with a finger to peer back at Heidi.

”Oh, don’t worry! Bears sound scary, but they’re really cute. Trust me! Just look at those little ears!” Heidi pointed to the cartoonish drawing of a bear standing in front of what appeared to be gushing ink. No, not ink. Something else. He giggled at the bear’s tiny rounded ears, but couldn’t help but think how much more special this book could’ve been if it had color. Like the colors from his dream. Then, he could actually see what these animals looked like in greater detail. But for some reason, this world had no color other than sepia tones and the blackened abyss that was the ink. Why was that…? He yawned as he further contemplated on it.

”Well, I think it’s time for a little shut-eye,” Heidi giggled, closing the book. “What do you say?”

Bendy wanted to keep exploring and learning new things. But he also knew Heidi and himself should get some rest. They’d been playing for hours, after all. Or, however long it had been. There wasn’t a clock around and Bendy couldn’t read one anyhow if there were.

He nodded as Heidi stood up on the couch to reach a shelf above them. When Bendy looked up, he noticed a small row of plushies watching over them. Only these weren’t like the several cartoon plushies scattered about the room. These more closely resembled some animals Heidi had pointed out to him in the book.

I wonder how many animals exist in the world…

”These are my special plushies. From a time long ago,” She sighed wistfully, though the spark didn’t die from her eyes. Bendy was beginning to think Heidi never got upset by, well… anything.

She picked up a plushie of an animal Bendy hadn’t seen before. Heidi held it close to her chest. “This is a hummingbird! They’re very quick and tricky little birds!” Heidi giggled. She pointed to a feline. “I got that cat for my brother, Porter! Would you like one of the other ones, Bendy?” She gestured to a small gaggle of plushies beside the cat. Bendy eagerly nodded and stood on his tip-toes, trying to get a closer look.

Bendy’s pie-cut eyes drifted to a fluffy bear with a small bow tie wrapped around its neck. He tilted his head and pointed to it, turning to Heidi.

”Oh! Good choice, Bendy!” Heidi replied warmly, reaching up to gently grab it off the shelf. She held it out to him and he slowly took it, giving it a comforting squeeze once it was in his arms. “Take care of him and he’ll take care of you!” She snickered and booped him right where his nose should’ve been.

Bendy squeezed the plushie as he stared at Heidi. His eyes began to water. They weren’t tears of sadness or loneliness that he had experienced during his captivity at the Gent factory. No. He felt oddly joyful. Could that be possible? Perhaps tears aren’t meant just for sorrow… 

He flung his arms around Heidi, giving happy little squeaks as tears rolled down his cheeks. Heidi seemed a bit surprised by the skittish imp’s boldness, but she quickly returned the hug; a little bit stronger than Bendy anticipated, but he didn’t mind.

After all he had endured at the Gent Factory, he finally felt happy. And he wasn’t ready to let anyone take that away from him.

~

”Gone? You mean to tell me the little devil evaded your capture?” Wilson croaked, his tone bitter as he cast glares at the empty holding cell. I leave for one day and everything goes wrong.

”Subject Bendy had assistance. A lost one and a newfound ability,” The Keeper in front of him hissed out.

Wilson’s eyebrows raised. “Ability? What ability?”

”The subject can move through walls,” The Keeper answered.

Wilson frowned and muttered, “Ah. The Ink Demon was capable of such acts… No matter. The beast hasn’t reared its hideous head in months. Bendy shouldn’t be a problem if left to his own devices. However… I want a squadron of Keepers to search the studio for him. We’ll have to recapture the demon eventually if we want to get rid of him for good, after all.”

The Keeper nodded and floated away to gather a search party. Wilson glanced at the documents scattered on the table with a frown. He had managed to trap the Ink Demon in a harmless form thanks to the cell towers Gent designed. With some modifications, it had worked like a charm. And yet he knew that wouldn’t hold him forever. It was a temporary victory. He wasn’t a fan of that.

”There has to be something I missed,” Wilson thoughtfully spoke to himself. “Perhaps I didn’t scan the archives as well as I’d thought.” The archives had been full of books, film reels, files, tape recorders, and other important items belonging to the shadowed past of Joey Drew Studios. And now, Archgate Films.

Previously, he had merely glanced over documents he noted were of importance for his task: blueprints of Gent designs, notes regarding the structure of the ink machine, or file notes regarding the Ink Demon’s creation. He had learned of the troubles the Gent Corporation had in dealing with the demon out in the real world. They hadn’t done much in terms of keeping him contained aside from locking him up inside boarded-up rooms or chained ice boxes.

But he needed something more than just blueprints. Joey Drew hid a lot of secrets; Wilson knew that much about his father’s old friend. Secrets no one else but him knew, he was sure. Otherwise Wilson’s father wouldn’t speak so highly of him. 

Wilson cringed in disgust every time he had the displeasure of hearing his father ramble on about how proud he was of his old friend and how deeply he missed him after his death. Proud of him? Not me, his own son? The one trying to fix the mistakes he made?

He could only image the look on his father's face if he were to divulge his late friend's secrets and crimes. The secrets he now unknowingly harbored right in the basement of Archgate. But he couldn't. His father was nothing but a bleeding heart. If Wilson discussed the ink world with him, he wouldn't put it past his father to feel sympathy for these twisted monsters and seek to aid their troubles. He'd only get in the way of his plans.

Wilson growled to himself and pushed aside the thoughts for now. It was time to focus on the task at hand, not spiral into bitterness and what-ifs. He needed someone with a keen eye to assist him to the archives this time around if he hoped to dig up anything of use. And he knew just the woman for the task. Alright, Mister Drew. Let’s see what other crooked secrets you’ve been hiding from the world.

[inkabelledesigns]

WIP ask game, artist edition! (writing welcome too)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@artsynoova tagged me on this (thank you dear!), so I'm gonna let you guys in on some of my WIPs.

Auran and Loraine - Balcony Dialogue

Searching the Depths - Current Draft

Sammy and Bella Meet

Richard the Keeper - The Studies of 214

Loraine's Siblings

Searching the Depths: Drew's Last Hope

Chronicles of Equinox - The Guardian and the Ballerina

If you'd like to see snippets or have questions about any of these, pop into my askbox with the title and I'll give you a taste of what we're working on. I'm gonna tag a few of my awesome friends who write here, in case they'd like to give this a shot.

@nemo-draco

@fiddle-dee-dee777

@zanzaflux

@fullmetaldevil-blog

@xraytheredx

[batdiangelo]

[BENDY AND THE FINAL CYCLE] Chapter One: The Moving Cycle

A bright white light.

Henry was comforted by it, he realized, as he waited to return to the old apartment. To restart the cycle anew, without Wilson’s influence, or Audrey’s fear looming around him and the others.

when the light faded, Henry’s guard was up; his hands grabbing for an axe that wasn’t there.

He was in the apartment, that the old animator could tell. but it was wrong.

The air hung heavily around him, the familiar stench of ink and death floated around him, almost choking him.

he walked further into the apartment, the dripping of the ink and the overall wrongness of it pushing him into a further state of caution that was almost dizzying.

Vines and other foliage had made their way into the house, overgrown and twisting around the broken furniture. sunlight spilled into the main room; warming Henry’s face in a way he hasn’t felt in so long

Henry sighed, his eyes closing as he took in the warmth. For a split moment, everything melted around him, and he swore he could smell the summer air; the fire crackling as someone roasted marshmallows over it.

His throat tightened as he thought he heard a familiar giggle.

he opened his eyes, and saw the dilapidated apartment around him- the smell hitting his nose all over again.

walking into the kitchen, Henry’s stomach twisted, bile rising in his throat when he looked to where Joey typically stood.

a rotted, unrecognizable corpse was in his spot, half fallen to the ground. Henry couldn’t look away, his sense of worry making his blood run ice cold.

Pulling himself away from the corpse, Henry tried opening the door into the cycle, desperate for the smell of his once good friend’s rotting flesh to leave his nose.

but the door didn’t open.

it was locked.

Henry’s mouth ran dry, and it felt like he was choking on sawdust. He saw the corpse out of the corner of his eye and the hairs on the back of his neck stood.

it had moved.

it was leaning against the counter, it’s head at a 90 degree angle to the left. Henry’s stomach flipped as he watched the skeletal arm lift, pointing to the door. a stone of realization settled deep within his gut; the door opening easily as it did.

the Cycle’s script still needed someone to tell Henry to visit the studio. It hadn’t accommodated for Joey’s death. Henry heard the door click shut behind him, and he allowed himself a moment to relax, feeling his stomach churning as he stumbled down the hall.

Collapsing into a chair, it creaked under the sudden weight. Henry sighed, running his hand down his face. Taking a breath, he steeled himself, and stood.

The studio hadn’t been affected by whatever… that was in Joey’s apartment, Henry realized. A few out of place things had been scattered about, but the so-to-speak First Act of his hell was relatively untouched.

Henry found himself going through the motions of it subconsciously. He collected the items, each weighed strangely heavy in the bag he made for himself back over a hundred cycles ago.

The Book, The Doll, The Wrench, The Gear, The Inkwell, and The Record

Each placed on their respectful podiums, Henry sighed, and wandered towards the screening room, turning the valve for the ink pressure. The studio rumbled, and the pipe in the room burst, the flooding ink drowning out the-

wait.

Henry turned, and realized the whistling bendy reel wasn’t making sound. it was playing, he had heard the projector click on, but the whistling tune that played alongside was gone. Huh, he thought, wading through the ink. strange. He decided not to think too much of it, and found himself flipping the lever that turned the machine on.

The studio groaned to life, the subtle rumbling of the Ink Machine made Henry sigh. His relief to escape the Cycle-Breaker’s prison was short-lived by the realization of returning to a false sense of normal.

Returning to watch as the people he trusted, cared for, or even allied with briefly forgot him with each new cycle.

Shaking his head, he found himself face to face with the boarded up room that held the ink machine. he scowled and stepped closer—bracing himself for the scare.

it never came, the first appearance of the Ink Demon, screaming in his face with its wide, shaky grin. Henry could see it in his mind; the clawed hand reaching for him as he fell back. The studio still reacted as if the Demon was there, rumbling and flooding with no sign of stopping. Henry ran, towards the exit, where the floor gave way underneath him- plunging him further into the studio.

Henry sighed, standing in the pool of ink. He wasted no time draining each pipe, making his way towards the so-called second act. Henry had the timing of things down pretty well before Wilson had frozen everything in place. He couldn’t even remember if Boris had been taken by Alice or not when the ex-janitor arrived. Shaking his head, Henry grabbed the axe, the weight and familiarity of the weapon giving him a sense of much-needed security. He sighed, walking towards the room full of coffins, remembering the names that was scrawled across the covers of each of them. he sighed, standing in the room, realizing another strange change.

I usually pass out here, he thought, staring at the strange pentagram like circle beneath him. What is happening? Henry moved towards the door, his axe raised defensively as he reached for the doorknob.

Before he could grab it, the knob shook, and turned. Henry held his breath, slowly backing away as the door swung opened.

His breath caught in his throat, taking in the sight of the stranger on the other side.

A rather built man, with blonde hair stood staring at him; his ice blue eyes glaring daggers into him. The man’s facial expression was soured, as he watched Henry move closer. Henry saw the somewhat permanent damage the ink had done to him, stains on his hands and around his lips made the animator shiver as he realized who it was.

“Sammy..?” Henry questioned, his voice soft. “Is that really you?” The man standing across from him scoffed, rolling his eyes. He crossed his arms across his chest, his once beloved bendy mask in hand.

“Of course, have you gone insane?” Sammy said, his ever-present attitude dripping from his words. “Honestly, Little Sheep, I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me.” he shook his head, and Henry cleared his throat.

“Sorry,” Henry said, lowering his axe. “I didn’t think there would be changes so soon.” he explained, watching as Sammy’s expression twisted into one of confusion.

“Changes?” He mused, looking at the mask. “I don’t think I’ve encountered any changes; aside from the much needed silence in my mind,” Sammy explained, looking back up at Henry. the old animator smiled, a strange feeling; as he held up the gleaming axe blade to the music director, the reflective surface revealing the man has his face back. Sammy dropped the mask, his hands shakily touching his head.

“Oh,” he whispered. “that’s my face..” He looked at Henry, his ice blue eyes full of confusion and fear. “I suppose I have encountered these changes, Little Sheep.”

“If you don’t have the ink demon whispering in your head,” Henry said, lowering the axe once again. “why do you still call me that?” He questioned, moving past Sammy- further into the music department.

“I…” The music director wet his lips, his expression unreadable. Henry watched as it twisted into his typical sour expression, his ice blue eyes holding upset and anger.

“My name’s Henry, In case you’ve forgotten.” Henry prompted, stopping just outside the recording room. “you wanna open your sanctuary so we can drain that ink?” The old animator prompted, moving towards the projector booth.

“I don’t see how that’s necessary,” Sammy said. “I usually knock you out and bring you somewhere once you do that,” he explained, causing Henry to reach for the back of his head. “But now that things have changed, I can just bring you there.” He stated, walking towards a door.

“Oh, right. That makes sense.” Henry said, watching as Sammy opened a once locked door, leading him into the familiar room.

A room he was once almost sacrificed in, 414 times. Henry sighed, and glanced over to Sammy wearily; a little on edge as the music director walked towards the large door on the other side of the room.

“I’m guessing you escape through here,” he said, slightly upset. “I don’t actually see you escape, seeing as…” He scowled, and shook his head. “Never mind that, let me grab my banjo and we can press on!” He shouted, causing Henry to flinch.

“shh!” Henry said, putting a finger to his lips. “We don’t know what’s out there still, it’s best to stay quiet.” He looked nervous as he watched Sammy wave his hand dismissively, grabbing his beloved instrument.

“I know the Demon’s gone,” He said, walking back towards Henry. “I don’t know about…the angel.” he spat the last word, his face twisted into an expression of anger. “we’ll find out the hard way, I suppose.”

Henry sighed, realizing Sammy had no idea about Boris. No idea what’s bound to happen to him if Alice wasn’t changed like he was.

the two pressed forward, and eventually, made their way past the familiar door, the wooden barricade falling into place as it closed behind Sammy. the can of bacon soup rolled out across from them and Henry relaxed.

“Hello?” He said. “Who’s there, show yourself.” Boris walked out, his cartoonish mouth twisted into something akin to a wolfish grin. “Boris..” Henry sighed, glancing at Sammy. the music director stared at the toon with wide eyes.

“Hiya Henry!” Boris said. Henry’s eyes widened, and he felt tears forming. “I have my voice back now, isn’t that cool?” Henry nodded, pulling the toon into a hug.

“you can speak! that’s amazing, buddy!” Henry allowed himself to celebrate for a moment, turning to Sammy. “he used to not be able to talk, this is a new change.”

“That’s…wonderful.” Sammy said, still staring at Boris. “the angel-”

“is where we will go after spending sometime in Buddy’s safe-house. I usually play some cards with him and get some sleep before heading to heavenly toys.” Sammy didn’t seem to catch onto Henry’s interruption, and continued talking about Alice.

“-will want him for her experiments” Sammy finished, pointing to Boris. “She’s evil like that.”

“I know.” Henry said, his expression hardening. his tone was suddenly serious despite the tears that shined in his eyes. “Let’s get somewhere safe so she doesn’t spot him.” Henry’s voice was stern. The old animator watched as Sammy nodded, finally catching on. the three walked the short distance to Boris’s safe-house, the door sliding shut behind them.

“Alright, I don’t want to stay here too long, I need to get my bearings and know exactly how much Audrey has changed for us.” Henry explained, watching as Boris took his spot at the small table. Sammy waved him off once again, and took a spot in a corner, banjo in hand. Henry sighed, sitting across from Boris; resting his axe against the foot of his chair.

“we don’t have to stay too long here,” Boris said, handing the deck of cards to the animator. “I know what’s ahead, and it’s different than before…”

“Different?” Henry questioned, setting up the poker game. Boris nodded, checking his cards.

“there’s less screamin’ than I remember. it’s..” Boris looked nervous. “It’s not as scary. There’s also more people out there.” He explained, as he won the first game of the night. He made an excited sort of growling sound, grabbing the soup can off the table.

“Did you get a good look at any of them? Like.. Are they lost ones or..?” Henry pushed, dealing out a new game. Boris shrugged, his expression relaxing.

“There’s another me, another Alice. they looked confused but they had the mean Alice, and she..” Boris glanced at Sammy, who was plucking away at his banjo. “She sounded worried.”

“worried?” Henry dropped his cards, forgetting about the game. he did notice he had won, but shook his smug smile off his face. “what does that mean?”

“She was askin’ about you, and Mr. Lawrence. the other Alice called her-”

”Susie?” Sammy was listening now, his banjo forgotten in his lap. “was it Susie?” Boris nodded, turning to him.

“yea! how’d you know?” Boris looked a bit confused, as he waited for Henry to deal another game. “anyways, she was also asking why heavenly toys was changed into a Gent corp. factory-” The old animator stood, grabbing the axe.

“We have to go check this out, something’s wrong.” He said, watching as Sammy stood without question. “Come on buddy, I’ll keep us safe.” Boris stood, and let them out of the safe-house. Henry sighed, leading the group towards heavenly toys, his mind racing.

Audrey wouldn’t have put Gent in such a strange spot, he thought, grabbing the flashlight. She wouldn’t have put gent anywhere, he realized, as they made it to their destination.

“Henry!” Allison smiled, standing at the bottom of the steps. “there you are.” She walked over to him, Tom following quickly behind. Henry went to go speak, but was cut off.

“Where’s Susie?” Sammy’s voice came from behind Henry, sounding almost desperate. “Susie?” he called for her, his banjo clutched tightly in his hand.

“Sammy!” at the top of the stairs stood a rather tall Alice angel. her halo floated just above her head, Henry saw. He stared, seeing how her malformed face was somewhat fixed. she had scarring, as if it was an injury. She ran down the steps, into Sammy’s arms.

“Oh Susie..” Sammy whispered, pulling away from her; looking at her with wide eyes. “you look wonderful.” The angel giggled, twirling in her spot.

“Thank you.” She sighed. the two talked softly, Sammy’s soft nature shining through the more they conversed.

Henry sighed, counting the group. five people. too many. He looked away from Susie and Sammy, focusing on Allison and Tom.

“I heard from Buddy, I had to come check it out..” He looked up, and felt his heart drop. instead of the rather large ‘Heavenly Toys’ sign, in it’s spot was a rather industrial and ugly sign.

‘property of Gent Corps.’ Henry scoffed, his grip on the axe tightening. “Can’t ever catch a single break, can we Allison..?” He muttered. she shook her head, holding out a familiar tool.

The Seeing Tool, he had called it. he had forgotten about it when it was taken as contraband by the Keepers. He held it tightly, seeing the golden ink glowing through it. he sighed, and strapped it to his belt, his darkened expression scanning the room.

“We’re sitting ducks out in the open…” Henry muttered, his mind racing. “We don’t know what’s wrong-”

“But something’s definitely wrong.” Tom spoke, his voice a low growl. “We were scouting when we found Ms. Campbell staring at the sign. she was crying.” Henry nodded, grateful that Tom also received his voice back.

“I don’t think Gent’s sudden appearance is Audrey’s doing,” Allison said, watching as Sammy and Susie reunited. “She fixed the Prophet and The Angel and even gave Tom and Buddy voices again but…” Allison sighed, hand gripping the handle of her sword.

“The only big difference is the Ink Demon is gone, and Gent��s sudden influence.”

[robinette-green]

Inky Smiles

Chapter 1

Flickering Lights

You’re an artist at Little Stars Animation Studio. One night you’re working late, trying to get a few things finished when stuff starts to get a little scary.

It might just be the old building or maybe a coworker playing tricks on you, but it’s got you on edge.

You just want to get home and turn all the lights on when the elevator drops you off on the wrong floor.

The only thing down here is a strange machine… what’s it doing here?