#batim scripts au

[askmafiabobvelseb]

grompy >:[

[thebekashow]

Somethings never change..

[insert-the-4thwall-entity]

silly stuff i drew for my 'A script at stake' AU -

Main trio on the run

2. Main character(s) energy

3. He's quite the bastard, innit?

4. BREAKING NEWS - Local Big rig monster truck gets stuck in a shopping cart at a mall. More at 9pm.

[inkdemonapologist]

nobody asked but since I've seen a lil chatter on the DCTL Graphic Novel on tumblr too, here's the thread I posted on twitter, speaking as someone who's done a little freelance work as a comic artist, under the jump:

Main thought about the DCTL graphic novel preview is: yeah, I've made designs like that when I was being paid by the page and expected to just throw in extra design work for free and I have a deadline and no time to scour the source material or really put my heart into the design No shade to the artist; every complaint I have about the pages we've seen is that this looks like someone who was just working (quickly) from a script. The artist is likely not a Big Fan, so they only know the info and descriptions they're given. And the artist's portfolio shows they're capable of the kind of designs and dynamics this comic needed. its possible they phoned it in for no reason, but feels more likely to be "not enough time/not paid enough/not given enough info to give it that level of care." Which, don't get me wrong; an important level of craftsmanship and care is missing and im not gonna blame the artist but i AM gonna be a hater abt it lmao It's not just about designs; the convo with Joey is another good example. It's a literal illustration of the things Joey said and did in that scene, but it's missing the point -- that scene is our introduction to the way Joey throws Buddy off-balance. That energy is missing. And that's the sort of thing that needs the script to convey this purpose well to the artist, that needs the artist to have time & freedom to invest in portraying it, that needs time & investment & knowledge to ask for adjustments at early stages and get the page right one more note: begging batim fans 2 think abt the plot of DCTL and realise why "maybe we will not make the creepy guy who dies at the end a black man in this" is perhaps a reasonable choice. like im a fan of poc norman headcanons too but pls recognise this would be a tough call!! anyway, genuinely cannot wait to see how off sammy is gonna be in this lmao. will he be a mid non-design like norman or will he be conventionally handsome or will he get graphic novel dave miller vibes b/c hes an antagonist? will we get the fabled black hair sammy??? i cant wait

TL;DR I strongly suspect this was an issue of not enough time/not enough money. That design looks nothing like the description of Norman, right? Like, there's hundreds of different AU designs of all shapes, colours and sizes that you could create that would still look like Norman Polk, but somehow they managed to make a character that isnt ANY of them, lmao??? So... how could that happen, unless nobody gave the artist a description of Norman? Or if they did, how did that design make it past anyone else, unless there wasn't time for revisions or a system worked out for revisions, unless whoever was managing the comic project thought it was fine if the designs didn't fit with the descriptions in the book? If everyone is doing their job, then the artist is given the information they need without having to go do unpaid YA novel research before they can start drawing. That's why you have a writer adapting it!!

("they should hire fans, a fan would've done a better job" OK BUT THATS B/C FANS ARE MORE LIKELY TO ALLOW THEMSELVES TO BE EXPLOITED AND DO EXTRA UNPAID WORK B/C THEY CARE!! THATS NOT A SOLUTION!!!! THATS A JOEY DREW STRAT!!!!!!!)

Anyway I could yell about this for 15 years so I'm going to shush for now BUT I JUST FEEL VERY STRONGLY ABOUT IT LMAO.

[rapono-writes-stuff]

Projects I'm working on or am actively planning:

Red red red, why am I not dead? ch.7 (Carrion)

Started

Finished the first chunk of the chapter (everything leading up to perspective change). Having some difficulties deciding if I should scrap some scenes that were supposed to happen before the end of chapter 6 (changed order for better pacing), or try to rework them into it. Also dealing with the fact I've had to go wildly "off-script" since some stuff the original to doesn't fit with the fic retelling/doesn't make sense imo.

Out of your depth (Subnautica)

At least 70% done

Same Subnautica fanfic I was working on before, just changed the title. Old concept that's been a brainworm for years, that I've been slowly chipping away at. Nicknaming it the Transfuser AU. Getting close to the end of fic, just currently trying to write a high action scene while making sure what happens both makes sense and is easy for the reader to follow.

Your Coworker is a monster ch.4 (FNAF)

Started

Accidentally forgot this existed (thanks ADHD, very cool) until someone recently left a comment on it. Currently trying to figure out the pacing for the next chapter (how much should happen without ruining the pacing or making it boring), as well as planning how to pace the rest of the fic. (I am not the best at pacing long fics/not very good at slow builds so please pray for me 😭)

Nightmares do come true [title not final] (BATIM/BATDR)

40-60% done

Also accidentally forgot this existed (thanks ADHD, very cool). Sequel to Keep your friends close, and your demons closer. Got stuck forever ago and then unintentionally abandoned it. Despite not leaving any notes to self, managed to recall a bunch of my plans while ranting to friends about having not left notes for future me. Replaying/rewatching bits of the game to try and make sure I don't make them ooc before I start writing again.

The Graveyard Shift ch.3 (FNAF)

Still in editing/art piece not started

Massive roleplay I did with my partner being converted into a fanfic. While everything is technically already written, still in the process of editing the next chapter-sized chunk into fanfic material. Currently dealing with rewriting a scene that is inconsistent with things later established in the story, and with it also trying to fix a plothole that comes up multiple times throughout the story.

Are you one of us? [title not final] (Pizza Tower)

Planning

One of the fics from the poll of Pizza Tower fic ideas (Peppino loses the boss battle chase and gets adopted by the clones). Probably the most likely to be finished out of the remaining 3, but I've put it on the backburner in favor of working on the above.

My cell can fit two [title not final] (Pizza Tower)

Planning

Another more dark leaning fic (like Peppino's Day Off, but probably darker?). Without spoiling too much, Fake is locked in their boss room, and has been horribly mistreated. Peppino enters to retrieve the key, but is then locked inside until he finds said key. Peppino is forced to deal with the mistreated Fake whether he wants to or not, trapped inside with them. Also on backburner in favor of working on above fics.

[mercifulnugget]

Something I've been wanting to get to for a while qwq

Welcome to my Batim AU: Toon Crazy!

*.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.*

About the "Toon Crazy!" AU:

This version is after Henry dies in this AU with the canon ending in the OG Batim Universe, and the studio burns down due to the tapes malfunctioning and a stray spark lighting the mountains of scattered papers around the studio on fire. This sets all the trapped souls in Joey Drew's Studio free.

Also in this AU Bendy and Co. fall through the Ink Machine again and "die" but come back due to (another character's) art pages that fell in with them as well. This revives them almost permanently and with some left over soul fragments entering each character, it brings them back to life.

Additionally, the Inky toons don't really consider Henry to be a father-like figure to them, rather, they think of him as a friend.

In a way the same happens for all the other miscellaneous toons and the Inky Crew help them out with getting their own spots.

*.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.*

For all the toons something goes wrong with all their studio's ink and they all would fall apart in some way like Joey Drew Studios. This is what makes them come back and be more "real".

Each in their respective show won't exactly be aware of what they are, just the animation script they follow.

Except for the Inky Crew. They were the only ones temporarily brought to life due to some meddling that Sammy and Mr. Drew did. But even though the Inky crew were brought to life temporarily obviously Drew wanted a way to give them more permanent life.

And obviously (in the game) it didn't work right.

~Beni (Bendy), Alex (Alice), Horace (Boris) aren't mine just the designs i thought up for them are.

~The "Toon Crazy!" AU is mine tho >:3

[owlclawstudios]

hey if your still looking for voice actors in your gacha Batim au I would gladly do it if I can I would like to be susie campbell if that is fine

yes :3 i can make the script for susie campbell :3

[star-going-supernova]

Um, would it be wrong to ask for an explanation of the lore of Bendy? I’ve seen the wiki page, but going from my experience of FNAF lore, it’ll take more than a few videos to truly get it.

A tall order, friend, but I like a challenge! My disclaimer, before I even start to get into this: I don’t know everything about Bendy, the timelines, the characters, etc. There are three games (Bendy and the Ink Machine, Boris and the Dark Survival, and Bendy and the Dark Revival) and some books. I know only BatIM and BatDR. So this is not comprehensive and probably isn’t completely accurate. Much like with fnaf, I also tend to cherrypick my favorite bits and pieces, and also I’m an old timer from when all we had were loads of theories about the lore. So in some aspects, I’m kinda set in my ways and thus haven’t fully absorbed canon that goes against my preferences.

Now, I haven’t watched all his BatIM videos, but I highly recommend SuperHorrorBro’s BatDR Story Explained. It’s about 45 minutes and he does a very good job of contextualizing a lot of the timeline and stuff, imo. His playthrough of BatDR is also very good, if you feel like going through the whole game. 

And here’s the final thing: so sorry if this is presumptuous, but if you’re asking with the intent to read my own stories, I largely use non-canon stuff as of the end of BatIM. So I do mention some differences between canon and my fics. Should go without saying, but there are a hecking ton of spoilers ahead. 

(Much like trying to explain fnaf, there’s no real short answer here. Bear with me, friend.)

Let’s start with some important characters: 

Henry Stein

My personal favorite character (which is HEAVILY reflected in my fics, lol), he’s who you play as in BatIM. He’s an animator who once worked on the Bendy cartoons before leaving the studio to spend more time with his family. He’d been expected to put a lot of crazy hours in, which understandably wasn’t working out. Now, in the games, he doesn’t have a ton of characterization (again, can’t speak as to the books), but he comes across as a pretty chill dude. What little dialogue we get from him in BatIM paints him as someone who’s friendly, optimistic or at least not easily beaten down, and concerned with the overall state of affairs. I personally write him as someone who upholds kindness above all else, whose determination gives him a spine of steel, and who sees the toons and goes into Dad Mode almost immediately. 99% of my BatIM stories feature dad!Henry, and he’s a very, very good dad. 

(Something else of note, and I’m genuinely not sure where it falls in terms of being canon or not, is I consider Henry to be the Creator. This has a pretty similar meaning across all the fics I use the concept in, but even with the differences, it boils down to him having a certain influence over the ink and often using those “powers” to help the toons. It’s got a little bit of a “chosen one” trope to it, and AU background stuff can influence how meaningful it is vs how symbolic.) 

At the end of BatIM and further confirmed in BatDR, we find out the Henry you play as is not the real Henry Stein. He’s merely an ink copy created by Joey Drew so Joey could work his frustrations out on a fake version of his old friend. 😐 The ink version of Henry is trapped in the inky realm created by Joey in an endless loop of repeating the same script (the game) over and over again. I don’t use this piece of canon. In any BatDR fics I’ve written/am writing so far, Henry is the real deal. 

• • • 

As a quick side note, any time I talk about the loop/cycle, I’m referring to an actual different world. Joey created this world and gave it a set script that all the creatures in it have to follow. These are the events of the first game. Everything resets after the end, and none of the characters remember/are aware that this is happening. You could argue that Henry now remembers if you start the game over, especially if you have something called the Seeing Tool (why did I think it was the Viewing Tool?? oh well) you get in the last chapter that reveals a lot of hidden messages. The set script is broken by the time BatDR takes place.

• • • 

Joey Drew

The boss of Joey Drew Studios, he came across throughout BatIM as constantly pushing his employees past their limits, being a very obnoxiously cheerful dude, and not particularly caring when his delusions of grandeur began to affect the studio and employees. Speaking of which, he took a fair amount of his employees and sacrificed them and/or turned them into inky abominations. I’m not sure if it’s canon that all of the implied toon-ified employees are really them or if any of them are inky copies like Henry. I typically treat it like he full-on ruined a lot of people’s lives. We find out in BatDR that he didn’t work alone, though. There was some extremely shady stuff and lots of delightful implications of human experimentation expanded upon in BatDR regarding the Gent corporation, who I believe helped with the Ink Machine and ink supply and whatnot. 

Joey makes a proper appearance in BatDR as a ghost-like memory of himself. But in the human world, Joey has died.

I’ve personally written Joey in a lot of different situations and personalities. Sometimes, he’s an absolute monster in my fics. Sometimes, he and Henry are like brothers. I don’t know if I’d call him one of my favorite characters, but I love playing with him. 

• • •

Bendy 

The titular character, Bendy is either: A) a very cute little demon cartoon character who many fic authors write as mischievous, silly, and gosh dang adorable (he never actually appeared in BatIM but boy do we pretend he did), this particular side of Bendy is almost entirely fanon, B) an intimidatingly tall, lanky off-model form of the former who hunts Henry down, often written as either plain old evil or just misunderstood (I’ve done both), also referred to as “Bendy” with the quotation marks or as Ink Bendy; he’s one of the main antagonists in BatIM and is an instant death if he catches Henry, or C) an actual demon-looking character more commonly referred to as the Ink Demon, who is one of the main antagonists in BatDR, and he has a bit of a split personality deal going on where he becomes small cute Bendy and is friendly (this is the result of torture), but it should be noted that this small Bendy is somewhat childlike and mute, which I consider to be very different from the fanon version A. 

• • • 

Twisted Alice Angel (sometimes called Malice or “Alice”)

Much like version B of Bendy, Twisted Alice is an off-model version of Alice Angel the in-game cartoon character (who never actually appears as a character in the games). She’s got some Two-Face vibes, in terms of appearance, and she’s mad about it. She wants to be perfect and has dissected a lot of poor toons to try and fix herself. She’s the result of Susie Campbell, Alice Angel’s voice actor, being sacrificed and toon-ified. She’s one of the main antagonists of BatIM and a minor antagonist in BatDR. Fandom’s biggest gripe with her is that she took our friend Boris, mutated him, and made him attack Henry. :(  Very rude. Her obsession with being perfect gives her a bit of a crazy vibe, but make no mistake, she’s cruel for fun too. 

• • •

Boris (also called Buddy Boris because of one of the books, I think)

Boris the wolf is Henry’s friend in BatIM who gets kidnapped and ultimately killed. Of the main trio (Bendy, Alice, Boris), he’s the only one on-model. Without having played/watched Boris’s game, I don’t have much to say about him other than he’s a very good boy. Silly, helpful, nice to Henry, scared of “Bendy.” My understanding is that someone named Buddy was sacrificed and toon-ified to become him. Fandom gets pretty creative with Boris, imo, and I usually treat the three of them like siblings and give him a voice even though he doesn’t speak in the game. 

• • • 

Edgar, Charley, and Barley (The Striker, The Piper, The Fisher)

The Butcher Gang! They’re some of the only other named toons that exist, and I personally like them a lot. The trio have been mutilated and copied a lot of times over. They’re recurring enemies you have to fight in both BatIM and BatDR, though more so the former. It’s unclear who, if anyone, was sacrificed to make them. In BatDR, we find out about a potential fourth member, Carley (The Slicer), who’s a ghost girl. 

• • •

Notable Employees: 

Sammy Lawerence: He becomes a cultish inky man who calls the Ink Demon his lord, and is a minor antagonist in BatIM. He was the music director in life and comes across through his tapes as a no-nonsense perfectionist who is extremely Done with some of his coworkers. I’ve always thought of him as long-suffering, sarcastic, and always just on the verge of strangling someone. They did him so dirty in BatDR, lol.

Susie Campbell: Alice Angel’s voice actor who was eventually replaced. Pretty self-centered and dedicated to her role, from what I got from her tapes. I don’t actually know much more about her than that, as far as canon goes. 

Norman Polk: He was the studio’s projectionist and then became The Projectionist (I love his design). He’s a minor antagonist in BatIM who roams one particular floor that’s laid out like a maze before having his head ripped off later by “Bendy.” Bit of an eavesdropper in life. Can’t talk but sure does make some heart-stopping screeches! 

Wally Franks: The iconic “I’m outta here!” line comes from Wally (I throw it in to fics whenever I can). He was a janitor/handman, and I believe he escaped the studio unscathed. 

Allison Pendle: She replaced Susie as Alice Angel’s voice actor and inspired Joey to be a better person (His “be a better person” bit that he talks about in BatDR doesn’t actually portray him in that much better of a light). She becomes Allison Angel in the inky world, who is an ally to Henry in BatIM (mostly; a lot of us had mixed feelings on her to start with). She has a machete, which is cool. 

Thomas Connor: I think he actually worked for Gent technically, but he’s important because he was toon-ified into Tom, a Boris clone. Tom is mute, and he and Allison are a team in BatIM and BatDR. He’s also got a prosthetic arm. 

Shawn Flynn: A toymaker in the studio who also escaped unscathed. He’s in a medium-amount of fics because he’s voiced by jacksepticeye he was one of the handful of names we got in BatIM and we needed all the employees we could get, lol.

• • •

The Searchers

Faceless, moaning ink people who lack legs and drag themselves around after the player character. Recurring enemy in BatIM, but I think I only remember them in one place in BatDR. 

• • •

The Lost Ones

Ink people with glowing eyes. In BatIM, they were a group of mostly mute, shivering victims. Very tragic, big gut-punch moment. In BatDR, some have names and personalities and talk! Most of them are hostile, which I’m not a huge fan of, but it’s fine. The two notable Lost Ones are Porter, who gives you a teleporting ability and is a silly dude, and Heidi, who helps you get through a locked door after you play hide and seek with her. 

• • •

Audrey Drew

The player character in BatDR, Audrey gets dragged into the inky realm and has to survive and escape (this is the same premise as BatIM). She’s a young adult who’s an animator for the company that bought Joey Drew Studios and the Bendy cartoons after Joey’s death. She’s got a good sense of humor when she’s not understandably panicking about being dragged into a whole new world, she’s friendly and willing to trust others, and she is not happy about the Ink Demon stalking her. She’s even less happy to find out she’s not human! Joey’s memory shows up and tells her that she was created by the Ink Machine by the real Joey Drew to be his daughter. It’s established that she doesn’t remember most of her childhood or her parents, though I personally am unclear as to what happened. Joey only died about a year before the events of BatDR, so it wasn’t like he died when she was a little kid. How or why did she forget him? I don’t know. 

Anyway, Audrey obtains some cool powers during her journey, most notably Flow (a teleporting ability gifted to her by Porter). Her legs get ripped off in the final battle, and as a result, when the Ink Demon tries to convince her to give up, she surrenders and they become one. Soon after, she takes control of their body and ultimately resets the cycle, undoing everything. The last we see of her is her back in the human world with little Bendy. 

• • •

Wilson Arch

I hate him, he’s creepy. He tricks Audrey into helping him set up the Ink Machine before dragging her into the inky realm. He (falsely) claims to have defeated the Ink Demon and acts as the ruler of that world. He’s also the son of the guy who bought Joey Drew Studios. We find out toward the end that he wants to yoink Audrey’s soul and use it to bring his OC to life, lol. Instead, he ends up getting torn apart and becoming the new toon himself before Audrey and the Ink Demon sort of tag-team kill him. 

• • •

The Keepers

Monstrous toons created by Wilson who slither around and are much faster than they look. They talk slow and glitchy, like Daleks from Doctor Who. They work for Wilson and actively hinder Audrey several times during her adventure. 

• • •

The Signal Towers

Not a character but important to the lore of BatDR and deserving of a mention. They kinda look like plasma balls without the shell and have colored electricity zapping around them. They’re set up around Wilson’s headquarters, the Gent building and his retreat, to keep the Ink Demon out. They also actively hinder ink-related powers, like Flow. 

• • •

The Basics of the Main Games: 

Bendy and the Ink Machine

You play as Henry, who received a letter from his old pal Joey asking him to come back to the old studio. After turning on the Ink Machine, he progressively ends up deeper and deeper in the studio even as he tries to escape. He has to fight for his life against a multitude of enemies, ranging from intelligent to mindless. If he dies, he travels through an inky tunnel full of voices until he pops back up, alive. This game has my favorite mechanic. In Chapter 3: “Bendy” roams around and chases Henry if he spots you, and it was terrifying to play and I loved that. After  solving puzzles and completing fetch quests for Twisted Alice, Henry ends up in a final confrontation with “Bendy,” and if he makes it through the boss fight, he plays a reel with The End written on it, ending the loop and maybe killing “Bendy.” That doesn’t really matter, though, because Henry then finds himself in Joey Drew’s home, where a much older Joey rambles at him (Henry totally deserved to punch him), before Joey sends Henry through the front door and right back into the studio. It reveals Henry is stuck in an parallel dimension featuring an endless loop of him arriving to the fake studio, turning on the Ink Machine, fighting those same enemies, solving those same puzzles, going on those same fetch quests, all to make it to the same boss battle, where upon winning, he will start it all over again. 

It makes my heart hurt for him just to think about it. 

• • •

Bendy and the Dark Revival 

You play as Audrey, an animator who’s staying at work late to finish up some scenes. On her way to get coffee, she encounters Wilson, which ultimately leads to her being dragged into the inky realm. Upon waking up, she has to fight for her life against a variety of enemies. She meets some friendlies, too, like Allison who has forgotten she’s Allison, Porter, and baby Bendy. Over the course of her journey, she learns more about the state of the studio and its employees and how everything fell apart. She also meets Henry, who’s imprisoned in the Gent building with a few others. At the end, she finds out the reason Wilson brought her to this world: to serve as some soul fuel for him to create a new god-like toon to replace the Ink Demon, kinda. Obviously not down for that, she struggles and Wilson ends up being fuel in her place. She has to fight the spider monkey abomination thing with Wilson’s head sticking out of the middle (it’s… delightful). Before she can bring it down, it tears her legs off. The Ink Demon intervenes before she can be killed, destroying the monster as Audrey bleeds out. He convinces her to join him in the darkness and they become Beast Bendy, who is very large. Joey shows up with the The End tape. Beast Bendy promptly kills Joey’s memory (not sure if that’s a permanent thing or what) before Audrey takes control. Henry, who among others has been freed by Allison, gives her Norman's projector head to play the The End tape from BatIM on, and by playing it, she resets the cycle once again. 

I have yet to write a BatDR fic where she actually resets the cycle. I’m not a fan of that, tbh. 

• • •

And those are the basics! I think once you know the characters and the general idea of the main games, you’d be able to adjust pretty quickly to fic, if that’s your goal. Especially since a lot of fics do use their own not-canon-compliant rules. If you have questions about anything I mentioned or about things I didn’t mention, I’d be happy to try and answer them. Like I said, I don’t know the full story, having only played/watched a fraction of the available material. But only knowing BatIM/BatDR has gotten me this far, haha! I do hope this helped you understand this fandom at least a little more, friend! I promise, it’s a fun playground we’ve got here!

[fazkins]

MEDIA LIST

we are willing to do any media!! even ones we arent quite as familiar with ^^ this is just a list of ones we are most familiar with, but just because your media isnt on the list does NOT mean you arent allowed to request stuff for it <3

also, just because we are fnaf themed doesnt mean we are fnaf exclusive! anyone from any source can request anything :]

that being said, media lists for each of us as individuals are under the cut!

-🧸💤

EVI'S MEDIA

bold is high interests of mine!

FNAF

Dream SMP

Outsiders SMP

Rats SMP

Omori

MCYT Life Series/Traffic Series

Attack on Titan

Assassination Classroom

My Hero Academia

Heathers (Movie + Musical)

Pokemon

HFJONE

Avatar: The Last Airbender + Avatar: Legend of Korra

Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation

Rick and Morty

Pokemon: Starter Squad

A Silent Voice

Death Note

My Little Pony

Hamilton the Musical

The Promised Neverland

more tba when i think of it LOL

FIZZ'S MEDIA

FnaF

Old FnaF fanbase [Rebornika etc]

FnaF HS (+/-)

FnaF [Pole bear AU]

FnaF [It's All Scripted AU]

My little Pony

Hamilton: an American musical

Six: the musical

Heathers

Dear Evan Hansen

Les Miserables

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire [first five toms]

The Promised Neverland

Kaichou wa Maid-sama

The Amazing World of Gumball

Over the garden wall

Shera

Bluey

Heartstopper (serial only)

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

more tba(?)

SOOS'S MEDIA

tba ^^

HEN'S MEDIA

Five Nights at Freddy’s

The Magnus Archives

Persona 5 Royal

MCYT (Empires SMP + Dream SMP)

Dayshift at Freddy’s

Ace Attorney (only the original trilogy + first two second trilogy games for now!)

Arcane

Welcome Home

RWBY

Hatchetfield Universe

Portal

Undertale/Deltarune

Spider-Verse (ITSV/ATSV)

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Markiplier Universe

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Hamilton

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Lackadaisy

Stranger Things

Team Fortress 2

Bendy (BatIM/BatDR)

MIKEY'S MEDIA

bolded r faves, unbolded are just things i know a lot about

fnaf

spooky's jumpscare mansion

monster high

doki doki literature club

hatchetfield series (starkid musicals)

markiplier universe

Bendy and the ink machine

Omori

Vocaloid

danganronpa trigger happy havoc

hazbin hotel

[miksykat]

most batim stories:

sammy: You look familiar to me... That face...

henry: :(

batim stories where henry gets turned into a bendy:

sammy: You look familiar to me... That face...

henry, sarcastically: nooo, really? you don't say! you sure about that or do you want to take a closer look? I'm sure it'll come to you eventually!

[ieo-pio]

Your art is amazing! It’s so cute and pretty! 😄❤️

Awwhh ily thank you ~ ❤️❤️❤️  

[askmafiabobvelseb]

his mom

a small little view on Beka's life before ben died. :)

[thebekashow]

Biggest fan :D

Alice after the lil mini war. Don't worry, she's fine!

Sorta-

[insert-the-4thwall-entity]

Felt like drawing the main duo of ASAS -

[artnerd1123]

How To Goop Your Protagonist 101 by Joey Drew. ft. how to ungoop if you happen to be a protag, an addendum by Henry.

[aura-creed]

They'd done it. They'd made it through the studio and had gotten into the Ink Demon's throne room. A battle and the play of a reel later and Bendy was still here. Despite everything he was still himself - his crisp paper home held by his friend as they now stood in a room unfamiliar to them both. They were safe. Bendy looked to Henry, grin wide.

Henry never responded.

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Henry had told him to close his eyes, at the foot of the throne. Close his eyes as the click of a reel began to play, keep them closed as the ink demon screamed. Everything started to burn and even though he refused to look he could see the darkness becoming a blinding white, and it hurt, but it wasn’t just from the bright light. The edges of the paper he was on crinkled and he could feel his space shrinking but he couldn’t tell if it was from Henry clenching the paper too tightly or if he had somehow caught on fire or... Suddenly Bendy blinked his eyes open. Hues unlike the swaff of moldy yellow and black of everything he’d been told about greeted him. He looked up and saw a familiar set of sturdy fingers still wrapped around his page, his shoulders slumping in relief at the sight. Hands he’d barely noticed clinging to his horns dropped and he turned his gaze to the scenery, a tired smile shakily making its way across his face. Two chairs, a sketch table off to the corner, and the smooth wood of the walls gave way to a doorway at the far end. A clock spiked with the lines of the sun was off to the wall nearby, ticking away the seconds. Huh… are we… outside..? How long was I out..? His pie cut eyes shifted to Henry, who still hadn’t moved since Bendy woke up. “Henry…?” He spoke, reaching out to tug gently at the man’s thumb as Henry started walking. Bendy blinked, watching as the man shambled around the room, eyes seemingly unable to take in their environment. The toon bit his lip, ruffling the cuffs of his gloves nervously as he focused more on their shared bond. A demons pact, formed by the joining of ink and blood -- the Creator and creation, linked by the storyboard as it were. They’d progressed so far in their shared connection that Bendy should have been able to hear thoughts that weren’t his own, feel emotions that weren’t his own, but he heard and felt nothing but static. A sudden chill swept over him at this realization before he tugged once more on Henry’s thumb. “Henry..? Henry!” Panic leached into his voice but Henry kept walking, ignorant of the little cartoon devil as he strolled into a bedroom. It wasn’t really until then, as the silence of the man’s thoughts ate away at the little devil’s mind, that a whistling became more apparent, more crisp. It had always been there, but now with silence and clarity came acknowledgement -- he knew this tune. Turning, he looked back towards the dark wooden door as realization struck him with his raising brows. “Henry, I don’t know where we’ve gone to but there’s someone else here… Henry?” His voice trailed off at the end, shaky smile turning to an equally shaky frown as the old animator continued to ignore him. This was very unlike the old man, usually he would have said something by now. Almost as if he was lured in by the old song, Henry moved, knees creaking as he made his way past the doorway that had been at the far end of the first room. Lighter grays gave way to darker grays as they entered a kitchen, a bright light coming from a… window? And… “Henry!”

Bendy froze stick figure stiff on the page. Apprehension bubbled into horror, so sudden and scalding that he was shocked he hadn’t burned into a dried up stain on the page from that man's voice.

 “So soon?”

 He could barely look, eyes drifting off target as they focused instead on a stiff old wheel chair and the edge of a countertop. Henry hadn’t tensed, hadn’t seemed to have felt any emotion at all since he walked into the room. Nothing was coming over their connection, and it only made the toons frown deepen. Henry..? Bendy asked hesitantly through their connection, tugging at him emotionally but the worry and fear only seemed to consume the little toon as he continued to get no response; nothing but static. It wasn’t even as if Henry was sleeping, or even sleep walking for that matter, there was just nothing. The silence itself was the static; despite his thoughts crying out to the human, he received nothing in response and the void between them only yawned as it grew. Fidgeting with dismay he jumped up, smacking both of his cheeks to steel his nerves before he grabbed onto Henry's thumb. Come on, Henry! Joey’s right there and you got nothing..? What’s going on? Hey! “I wasn’t expecting you for another hour yet. Now you’re just trying to impress me.” Joey slumped, sighing. Bendy kept tugging at Henry’s thumb, getting it to move but only succeeding in having the man drop him instead. “Wh-- Henry!!” He gasped, hands pressed to the front of his paper cage as he stared up at him, fluttering helplessly to the tile. “Henry!!” “But I know… I know… you have questions. You always do!” Of course he does, so do I! Bendy mentally screamed, stomping on his little line on the page as he looked up at Henry. His hands slid down the paper, eyes widening at the expression he could see on his friend’s face. “Henry…?” “The only important question is this…. Who are we, Henry?” Henry’s expression was blank, face almost relaxed as he stared at the man across the counter. Eyes were more than just tired, they seemed to be missing their glow entirely -- dull and gray, almost as gray as… What? Bendy glanced back towards Joey’s voice. Just through the rungs of the wheelchair he could see the bathrobe, Joey’s slippers… “I thought I knew who I was… but… the success starved me. Nothing left but lines on a page.” The confusion and worry started muddling out the rising panic and Bendy’s mouth twisted, glancing frequently between what he could see of Joey and Henry, mind frantically pulling at their link, their bond… “In the end, we followed two different roads of our own making. You, a loving family. Me…” A laugh rang out, and Joey waved his hand, placing a dish into the rack. “Well, you saw them, right?” Bendy kept pulling, pulling, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to ward against the encroaching static and the numbness threatening to consume his mind… “I let my creations become my life. I want people to love them, to care for them like they can their children, like they could other people. Sadly… I could never quite get that to happen.” Something snapped inside Bendy. It was hard not to notice it under such scrutiny, but the ache that followed in its wake was more blinding then the static that had preceded it by miles. Inky tears stained his cheeks as he blinked and something felt… wrong. Very, very wrong. He felt a tight squeezing in his chest. It only made the ache worse. Joey huffed, turning towards the counter at last. His eyes very briefly darted down to the piece of paper on the floor. Pie cut eyes met the tightly lined face of an elderly Joey Drew. “You used to be so good at pushing, old friend…. To do the right thing.” Joey gave a dry laugh at the end, his glare returning to Henry as he used the tabletop as a crutch. Bendy’s mind started sorting through his memories, almost against his will, in reverse. Trepidation crept up on him as ink started dripping down his face and now he knew what had happened. Somehow, because of everything that was occurring, his connection to Henry had been forcibly cut off, possibly permanently. He shuddered -- That shouldn’t have been possible -- Not with them both still being alive . “You need to try a little harder. You know what to do at this juncture by now, don’t you Henry?” His disappointed glare eased into a smile, a hand waving at the door as Henry turned. No.. Bendy’s eyes followed him as he opened the door. This bright place filled with sunlight was nothing but a ruse, he could see it now. The sepia tones burned into his eyes just as Henry and that place disappeared from view. He found his voice and screamed out for the animator just a moment too late, a fragment of a second after the door shut with a finite click. Knees slid down onto his makeshift floor, unable to process that he had just seen color for the first time -- more concerned over the devastation of Henry walking out that door.. ..And not looking back. It was hard not to feel his lines breaking as the ink started to run down his face freely, his pie cut eyes almost going off model with how much they had shrunk. Henry hadn’t even glanced back. Hadn’t turned his head, hadn’t said a word -- the man had ignored his very existence ever since they had gotten to this place. He didn’t even think Henry realized he had been holding a sheet of paper. Horns knocked against the invisible window of his paper cage, eyes closing, fingers tips digging into the wall.. “And you,” Joey spoke directly to the toon. “I knew he was up to something…” He moved, huffing as he sat in the wheelchair. It took a moment of fighting with the chair itself -- banging it into the wall a couple of times -- before he finally got it to turn around. The little devil didn’t respond. “...but another Bendy? Moving on paper, no less…” He rolled over, picking the scrap up off the floor. That’s when Bendy fell over. Hands flailed to catch his fall, and reality hit him in the funny bone as he winced and realized exactly where he was right now. Feet slid across the floor in fast repetitive motions as he pushed himself up, jumping upwards as he scrambled to get to the farthest point on the line away from the man. A gloved hand wrapped around his hit elbow, the physical pain temporarily taking him out of his own mind as he shivered. Sitting in front of him, staring down at him, was the source of all that had gone wrong for him and for Henry -- and the offending man was holding him. Even had there been a way to do something in his current situation, Bendy didn’t think he could muster the mental strength, let alone the stamina, to do anything about it. Not as he currently was, bleeding through lines that had been caringly scratched into paper time and time again throughout their journey. Not without Henry.

“I knew that one was a strange one…. Thomas wasn’t lying, after all..” He gave a rough chortle, eyes crinkling with the hint of a smile as he stared at the little Bendy on the page. Said Bendy was melting, but he couldn’t tell if it was from his connection to Henry being forcibly cut off, the anguish of the animator’s image as he walked out the door, or from the terror currently consuming him in the presence of the studio’s founder. Creativity was his downfall in this instance, thinking of everything Joey Drew could do to him, standing on a thread as he was.

Thinking of everything he had already done to Henry. Even aborting the thought caused him to slide back down onto the ground, unable to stand from the shaking that was turning his legs into noodles. Joey hummed, bringing his face closer and all Bendy could do was curl up, pressing his head into his knees. “I think you’d be a wonderful addition to the story I’m creating.” No . Bendy cowered. I don’t want anything to do with you. Henry, please... His arms tightened around his legs. What he wouldn’t give to have Henry come bursting through the door to get Joey away from him. The old man ignored his distress. “Yes… don’t worry. You’ll be back in the studio soon, right where you belong… Where you’ve always belonged.” “No!” Bendy shouted reflexively, standing up as he stared at Joey with a glare that could rival even Tom’s stare downs. However, his will faltered and he cringed away from the front of the page. The hard look the old codger gave him was hard to ignore. Tight crow lines framed his eyes and the corners of his lips. They were lines that suggested the man had been a big smiler his whole life, full of laughter and cheer. Except he wasn’t laughing or smiling. The creases that would have showed the hint of such a thing were folding in the opposite direction, his displeasure clear on his face. Bendy would have paled, if that wasn’t already his default coloration. Joey disregarded the toon’s turmoil as he wheeled them into the room with the ink machine. Bendy felt cold as he saw the machine hooked up into the wall, the wall with the door that Henry had gone through… “It’s a little imperfect, so the journey back might be a bit of a ride, but you’ll be back soon little guy.” He smiled and then began to whistle. The same disenchanted tune that had echoed off the apartment walls earlier once again filled the noise where his friend’s thoughts should be. What Joey whistled was a distorted siren song -- a sickening shrill noise that could never hope to lure out a single soul. It was the same tune Bendy remembered whistling to Henry to get his attention all those hallways ago. His heart sank -- he’d never see the song the same way again -- but he had to anchor himself on the line as Joey practically tossed him overboard into the ink machine. He screamed out, “Henry!” just as he felt his page shrink into nothingness, drowning as he melded completely into the ink.

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The whispers were deafening, as he gathered his bearings once again. Everything was pitch black, but there were voices all around him. Multiple voices, some garbled and distorted, others clearer and yet.. So, so faint. They were all almost deafening with the lack of any other sense about him and he tried to press his hands to his head but found he could not move either. It wasn’t until he realized there was a light appearing, a light the ink shied away from that he could move, could breathe... He awoke with a start, coughing up ink, body glued to the wall as he hacked. He could still feel himself melting but he was alive -- the projector was turned off in front of him, there was a Bendy plush snuggled on a chair right beside it with a smile that forever haunted the hallways with its visage. Off hidden away by the reels of the projector was the ink pressure valve… The ink pressure valve! He tried to stand up but fell over in the attempt, his eyes shrinking in horror as he stared down at his mangled foot and the torn off stub of what was LEFT of a knee on his other leg. He tensed and shut his eyes as he choked back the gut wrenching shriek that threatened to leave his throat at the sight of it all. Unable to hold the shock in for long, Bendy let out a strained shrill hiss which stopped with a heavy sighing breath, as if an old train was pulling into station. Except it felt like said train crashed straight through said station, with all its passengers aboard screeching as they erupted into flames. An eerie chill settled about him, then; a loaded silence filling his mind as he became numb, head throbbing with the dull constant of the quiet as the sound of the ink continued to flow through the walls. Or so he thought, at any rate. For all he knew it was the sound of the ink flowing down his own head that was the cause of the background noise.

 With a shaky sigh, Bendy weakly pushed himself into a stiff-backed sitting position and shuddered. The reality of his situation fell down around him now that he could coherently think. Henry was gone, and the weight of that settled down on his shoulders as if he were carrying the world. What Joey had said rang in his mind as he thought back to the events of the sunlit room and he slumped forward in dismay, reaching up to grip his horns tightly.

“It’s ok, everything's ok, Henry's ok, he’ll come back, ya know he will eh? He will he will, he....” Will he?

He looked towards the door, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. Suddenly glittering orbs seemed to flutter in front of him, eyes flickering to meet this new unexpected movement. They rose and vanished as he squinted and he blinked once yet the glistening bits of color only seemed to fade in and out before disappearing entirely. Oh… The ink was starting to get into his eyes. Again . With a wide sweeping motion he swiped at the excess ink, flicking it downward as it plopped into the puddle he was laying in. That’s when he finally noticed it.

A glowing yellow tone, brighter than the sepia that he could now see around him mirrored off of the small ink pool. He stared at it, unmoving as he let it settle before his head slowly raised to the wall the puddle was reflecting. Golden letters started materializing on the wall in front of him, just above the lone plush. Bendy gaped, staring as they formed, as words formed, and he plastered a grin on his face at their meaning, shoulders rolling as he leaned back. He will come, don’t worry. And, finally, everything came crashing down. Bendy heaved, chest quivering as globules of inky tears fell down his cheeks and melded with the ink bleeding out from his lines. A gloved hand gripped his chest as he breathed, shuddering after every intake of air, uncaring to the sound of his own voice or even how it cracked at the end as he let everything out. It was only after his little heart couldn’t keep up with him anymore that his hand finally fell and he grew quiet. Cheeks stained with ink, expression marred by tight lines. The room fell silent at the short breaths of a weary toon as their chest rose and fell. Down the hall, past posters and chairs covered in dust, was the sound of a long forgotten door as it creaked open for the first time. “Alright Joey, I’m here. Let’s see if we can find what you wanted me to see.”

A/N: I hit the BATIM fandom something hard when I found the link to the 'Welcome Home' video and now I've been playing around with all the ideas, theories, and AUs inside my head. I figured I'd write one out and put it up. Specifically this is based on @shinyzango.’s 2D!Bendy AU. I know they didn't entirely envision the ending this way, especially with the few chapter 5 picture ideas they have put up but I wanted to do a 'what if', in a sense and do a combo with the loop theory.  This was originally put up on my archive account a couple months back but I figured I’d start throwing a few of my more recent fics up on Tumblr as well.

Kudos to one (1) egg, GlacialAngel, MewTea, SomeRandomGal, and the others from the Seekers Discord for beta reading the piece. Extra kudos to GlacialAngel for the fanart below, it's super lovely. Cheers!