#bemdy and the ink machine

[crows-spirit]

IM Inktober

Day 25: angst

[princess-of-the-corner]

I finally get to do this.

So! The lore of Bemdy and The Ink Machine! You want to know it? Then let me help you my friend, for I was absolutely OBSESSED with that inky sonuvabitch back in 2018.

So, it all started back jn the 1920s with a small studio called Joey Drew Studios, they had just released their first short animated film called "The Dancing Demon" which featured our favorite little guy, Bendy. The short did reasonably well and the studio started production on their next short (we don't know the name of this one) which presented Boris, Bemdy's pal.

After the short also did reasonably well the studio kept going, making Alice the Angel, Bendy's gf(?) amd the Buccaneer Crew (I think that's their name) a bunch of scallywags who cause trouble for Bendy.

But, after some time, Bendy's popularity started to dwindle, so Joey, the creator of the studio, decoded to build The Ink Machine, we don't know how he learned to build it or where he got the materials to build it but, with the power of The Ink Machine, Joey started to get to work and try to summon Bendy and it seemingly worked, so, like a reasonable person, he started turning his employees into Bendy characters.

And that's when shit gets weird, because Bendy went on a rampage at one point I think and then the entirety of the studios got seemingly sucked Into The Ink Machine (Dark Revival lore) and that's why when Henry (the og batim protagonist) finishes the game, he's sent back to the start.

Anyways, that's all the lore of BATIM I can remember, shit's Crazy.

hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah!

I remembered a chunk of this and the speculation the fandom had up to chapter 4, but I think chapter 5 threw everyone for a loop because yeah no one quite knew what the fuck that ending was.

But in general I like the whole plot with Joey just turning the employees into the characters and all.

[thatonegaybastard]

LEON LOOK OUTTT LEON BENDY FROM BEMDY IN THE INK MACHINE IS BEHIND YOU OH GOD HE CANT HEAR US HE HAS AIRPODS IN

[adobe-outdesign]

Grant: "Gonna be honest, I thought life was gonna be easy peasy, lemon squeezy, but so far it's been stressed depressed, lemon zest."

Wally: well hey, lemon zest is a good smell, right?

Grant:

Wally: gotta look at the positives

[theinkvendingmachine]

Ta da~

this is my first time drawing audrey

[hatblack7girlshow-d]

I want to draw bendy and the ink machine now

[angelicdevil]

Bendy here to support me at my talent show audition

[spare-teeth]

Depending on what types of horror games you like, I have two off the top of my head!

Dead By Daylight: online multiplayer game, you can choose to play as the killer or a survivor, lots of fun characters, minimal lore, but both mechanics are pretty fun (I personally like playing as killer)

Bendy and the Ink Machine: I’m a sucker for this one, single player game. You play as a man returning to the (now abandoned) animation studio he used to work at, only to find out that some of the characters have been brought to life but Fucked Up And Evil. The graphics and characters are incredible, a lot of body horror, cruel irony, monkey’s paw, malevolent god imagery, etc.

Eeek forgets to answer these- ty though!! They both sound v interesting ::0

[hapaxva]

BEMUDI RETURNS!!!

I have lost all control of my life.

Thanks to @chisanaai for allowing this to happen.

[gatanii69]

ぼりすとべんでぃらくがき!

BORIS: my imagination Joey’s melody…♫♦♫♦･*:..｡♦♫♦*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ･*:..｡♦

BENDY: oh amazing. its just him. your work is pretty good.

BENDY: so… next,  you make my image song. maybe,that is a cool, nice sound.

COZ MY SONG. OK?

BORIS: fmmmm…. …. …..

BORIS: sorry i dont want to break my instrument.

BENDY: WHY!!!!???!!!

[sminny-wew]

Why does an animation studio built in the late 20s-early 30s, in a game that takes place around the 60s/70s, have a modern photocopier? I dunno but Bemdy reminded me of this bit from Gravity Falls and I HAD to record it.

Track art by @squigglydigg

[crows-spirit]

IM Inktober

Day 27: Hurt

[rosegardens-wall]

Couldn’t decide which I liked better, so have both! Temmie!Bendy, aka Stream Chat Shenanigans™

I have the distinct feeling I'm gonna regret this

[excalibent]

Bemdy nd thi Nk Moosheen

@squigglydigglydoo

just

thank????

reed belo kut

Henry was utterly stupefied at the sight before him; not the door on the other side of the spectacle, no, but at the spectacle itself. He was bamboozled. Disoriented, to say the least, confounded by contrived circumstances. Perplexed and at a wit’s end, and he wasn’t sure if it was his. His mind was muddled, his name was mud, and the bacon soup tasted like dirt.

Well, actually, that was true even before this situation. Which, by the way, was innately brain-addling.

The monstrosity before him was nothing more than an eyesore. Hopefully, that was just figurative, but after facing down ink horrors before, he was still at a stand-still as to whether he could actually bet on anything making any sense quite yet.

The form was perplexing. Blots of ink floated in the air, distorted and removed from gravity, yet somehow still connected to the whole mass of the creature. The thing itself was, as a whole, some sort of abstract art assignment given by an overly ambitious kindergarten teacher who was convinced that his class was going to prove that he was the epitome of academic excellence in teaching, despite having flunked out of college while working as a professor.

The dean had personally torn up the diploma and thrown it about like confetti, as if celebrating the discovery of a stealth-moron.

But that’s not here, that’s there; that is, the only description of events that could have possibly created this, this excrescence of ink.

The abstraction, he mused, was hardly amusing nor thought provoking. It was, effectively, what most abstract paintings looked like, except it legitimately didn’t have a single layer beyond its superficial appearance.

And then, the Epic Mickey villain reject spoke.

“Huy,” came a noise vaguely resembling decipherable language, “Bemdy hur to killz yah.”

Henry blinked.

“Runz! Runz ‘fore Bemdy killz yah!”

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” Henry asked, unblinking, “You have no right to do anything right now aside from the cessation of existence. Just - you’re literally defying the laws of gravity, and you don’t even look coherent. Maybe if you just looked like a creature from the inky depths, this’d be fine, but - well, let me put it shortly. Y’all’n’t’ve-”

The sudden abomination of conjunctions that Henry recalled from an open-book test on what not to do when writing literature came into conflict with ‘Bemdy’. The two clashed, the word ripping through Bemdy’s gelid ink form, before both dissipated in what was most likely the dying scream of the most immediate quantum physicist.

Unfortunately, this was not Henry, because instead of taking a major in physics like his ol’ grandpapa told him to, he decided to go to art school. Sure, it worked out in the end, but maybe the physics major could have spared him from what was approaching.

Joey Drew suddenly appeared and told Henry to get back to work on those drafts, because Friday was coming a lot sooner than it probably should have been, given that most days have at least twenty four hours; as it turned out, Monday had been reduced to ten hours, Tuesday got twenty-nine, Wednesday got eight, and Thursday got a measly twelve minutes.

All told, even Tuesday’s ruthlessly greedy nature did nothing to offset the amount of time that was currently being thrown out the window.

So Henry started drawing in his final hours before the end of all existence, as the universe rebooted itself while the local operator of reality scratched his head, muttering, ‘hold up, that’s not right’.

Henry blinked as he felt the briefest sensation of falling, before turning around and high-tailing it down the hallway, hoping to evade the demon’s clutches for another few moments before he was, in all likelihood, murdered.

Painfully.

[adobe-outdesign]

Joey Drew sees Norman psychoanalyzing someone and is like, "oo, do me!" and then Norman goes home, writes a three page essay in APA format, and hands it to Joey, who then spontaneously combusts from all that burn.

all the citations are just things miscellaneous things other studio workers and Joey have said on the tapes so you’ll have notations like “Joey Drew is a bitch” [see tape #164, thomas connor]

[darkipt]

H *ck