#doodle screams about bendy

[illustrationismyhaven]

I agree with this wholeheartedly. I really think retconning the books and everything was the nail in the coffin.

I'm going to be using the books as an example because they are my favorite bits of Bendy content, possibly even more so than the games themselves.

Not only are they very well written (despite varying pacing in certain parts but that's just my opinion and doesn't bother me much) but they give us a good look into the world outside of the Machine. We learn more about the horrible things going on behind the scenes, about the characters relationships and interactions, and we learn more about the main antagonist himself, the Ink Demon. Just going on a quick Ink Demon tidbit, cause I love him to bits, but the first book (dctl) laid out his motivations almost perfectly. In Ink Machine, it was kind of hard to peice together what the Ink Demon's motivations were, especially if you didn't catch Tom or Joey's Audio logs. In Dctl it is set up to show us what, why and how he is the way he is. Dctl shows us more about Inky but also Boris as well. Not only does the story of Buddy/Boris show us how they found out a human soul is needed for a perfect recreation, but also shows the way it works when both the minds of the cartoon and human are tangled together, until one takes over entirely, like Buddy/Boris, or they stay fighting like Alice/Susie.

Then in TLO, we learn about how even if there's not a cartoon vessel, the ink can still infect someone, turning them into Lost One's. How they affect their emotions, making them aggressive and attacking anything, cowering in fear, or living in a pool of their own shame to the point they don't even bother moving anymore. There's more information about Tom and his relationship to the Machine.

I haven't re-read FtB yet, so I apologize if any details are incorrect.

I think FtB is kind of the weakest in the series, writing wise at least. This is mostly where the pacing issue was biggest for me, as well as the way some characters were written. That being said, it had a lot of stuff that was very important to the story. The glasses, for example, explain how Wilson was able to alter the Ink world in Dark Revival, how he was able to traverse between the Machine and Archgate Studios.

It is clear that the books are written with so much care for the world and characters. Each character has a moment to shine and I love that. I also get that same feeling of wonder and whimsy that the first game had. There's a lot answered, while we still have questions in the end. You're left wanting more. Retconning the books was one of the biggest mistakes TheMeatly and Mike could have made. I'm really glad a lot of us have chosen to still consider the books canon, because really, without them so much starts to fall apart.

I feel like Bendy as a franchise has lost a lot of it's whimsy over the years. Back then, batim had such an interesting and fun aesthetic, chapter 3 and 4 especially almost felt like a Tim Burton stopmotion film in some ways. We used to have merch of playsets and toy axes, shirts with fun ideas and jokes behind them. Hell, even the characters themselves - the batim ink demon design, how the jds employees were all treated by the devs, the ways they acted and spoke too. The game focused more on the spiritual while still featuring mechanical, steampunk-esque environments and themes in moderation.

Nowadays, our merch is bland, overpriced and low quality with nothing but "mature"/trendy designs. No creativity like we used to have and much fewer toys only of batdr characters so far. The ink demon was given a new design and the old one is made fun of for looking too "goofy" by the devs now and has a redesign (likely going to look nothing like him) waiting to be revealed already. Old characters are barely featured in game anymore and the new direction focuses on the sci-fi and mechanical themes while almost entirely scrapping the spiritual and religious ones. Hell, even the environment is more realistic and the stories are being made "darker" according to the devs.

Back then, Bendy used to have this whimsical charm. Sure, it wasn't too scary at least for me, but if given the chance it could've balanced the slightly unserious and silly ideas with the horror meant to scare you well. It just feels like the devs, especially Mike are ashamed of their original creation and are pushing the idea of "maturity" way too hard into the series in an attempt to leave it all behind. I like the idea of having serious and important stories and themes in Bendy !! I like the idea of being mature with the series, but to truly be mature it should know when it can be and should be sillier. To be mature is to know when to be serious and when to be fun, and Bendy as a series is acting like a teenager trying to look more grown up instead.

I wish we could go back to the days before batdr or at least bring them back.

[doodle17]

One of the things I can't stand just as much, if not MORE than the Ink Demons design in Dark revival, is The fact that with so much buildup and hints to Henry being Audrey's dad, they chose Joey of all people. The comment about Joey knowing her father, the way he said "never quit go-getter spirit" and taking her back TO CHAPTER FUCKING ONE OF INK MACHINE??? THEY LITERALLY COULD HAVE TAKEN HER ANYWHERE ELSE BUT THEY CHOSE THE FIRST CHAPTER, HENRYS DEBUT, AND THEN PROCEEDED TO MAKE JOEY FUCKING DREW HER DAD???

They had ALL the buildup, ALL the lore, AAALLLL the shit was about to fall perfectly into place, and they fumbled it. They FUMBLED IT. I've NEVER seen a fumble so bad. It makes me physically ill to think about it... What a WASTE

[lucid-daydreaming-art]

little lampert doodle page, he means the sun moon and stars to me

practicing with some concepts for lamperts anatomy, i kind of like the idea of him having bendy robot arms that can get longer and shorter. probably wont put that into the blog though, because i dont think it fits him in canon enough. hes a very stiff guy, i just like noodle people. however it is already canon in the KasNLamp (abbreviating it to knl) lore that he can make his body and limbs longer and shorter so that will stay true, just not the bendiness. think of it like adjusting the height of a bike seat or a razor scooter bar, just with less visible parts and infinitely easier

because of this, sometimes he can get really. really tall. really. really. tall. hes kind of freaky

when lampert was first created i think he was really new to being a person, so he doesnt quite know what to do with his body and his default proportions are a bit wonky. arms too long! kinda wobbly! like a baby cow

we decided kasper just kind of screams for no reason really loudly, particularly when something upsets him. his mom dreads taking him anywhere public

for my knl enjoyers, i hope you know we are constantly always thinking about them and talking about them. we have a fleshed out plotline start to finish that we are consistently adding more to. theyre very dear to us. we hope youll love what we do with them

as always kasper design projected into my mind my brain my noggin by unodum himself ( @unoriginal-and-dumb ) fuck you for making me play roblox all those months ago and not shutting up about regretevator the two weeks i was living under your desk youre the reason i have earth shattering thoughts and revelations about a lamp every god damn night

and for anyone wanting to follow the knl lore… >>>>>>> @ask-kas-n-lamp !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <<<<<<<<

(do not tag as ship i will start throwing a fit and screaming he is so acearo to me. they both are. but especially lampert i will temper tantrum everywhere i will do what kasper is doing in the top right)

[soildmud]

arlo’s transformation

haiiii i wanted to write something kinda spooky for halloween and decided to whip up an explanation of how arlo became a demon (cus he used to be a human dude!!!!) so here it is!!! i will say though, i’ve never written gore nor anything particularly scary, so i’m sorry if this is no good. i also put it into the universe of my qftim au because this is something that canonically happens since my au is a darker take on the story :p

if you’d like to take a look, please read ahead! WARNING FOR BODY HORROR, GORE, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF BODILY HARM!!!

bendy began to round the corner, unaware of the scene unfolding before him. a piercing loud scream echoed through the air, reverberating deeply in his chest. starting at a low primal growl, it quickly crescendos into something guttural and distorted, as if the vocal chords of the origin were tearing apart. there before him, a transformation began to unfurl for bendy to behold.

convulsing on the ground, arlecchino continued to shriek, shifting and wavering in pitch and tone. his head snapped left and right, scraping his scalp across the concrete. hair stuck to his face in clumps, blood and sweat holding them together like glue as he thrashed about in agony. he juts his chest up to the air, a loud and resounding crack ringing in bendy’s ear. the demon could do nothing but stand and watch in utter terror, shook to his core.

arlecchino’s cries only became more erratic and animalistic, his fingernails digging into the ground beneath him, chipping and breaking. more snaps and cracks go off, and bendy sees the way arlecchino’s arms seem to now be completely broken. despite this, the man could not stop twitching and spasming, as though his muscles were uncontrollably contracting.

this, however, is not the worst part of the entire ordeal. soon, alrecchino came to a stop, going limp on the ground and silent. the rain poured all over the two, but the man seemed entirely un-phased as he continued to stare blankly into the sky, water falling straight into his unblinking eyes. bendy only took one step towards his friend when suddenly, arlecchino screamed at a deafening degree, but this time it seemed to carry an almost otherworldly quality. it bordered between unbridled rage and tumultuous despair, making bendy’s body go cold.

the skin on arlecchino’s arms began to stretch and tear, blood pouring out of each rip of his flesh. reaching for the sky, his arms pulled up until they finally separated into five equal pieces before they fell to the ground with a wet slap. bone and muscle poked and peeked out of the sections, causing bendy to retch and cling to a nearby lamppost. still howling like a wild animal, arlecchino’s torso rips in half, bits and pieces flying about the surrounding area, splattering and splashing everything around him. once more bendy heaves from illness, horrified of the scene unravelling before him, but unable to look or run away.

sizzling begins to start, and bendy watches as arlecchino’s skin seemingly begins to boil and bubble, transitioning to a bright pink. finally, with a sickening crack, horns sprout from his skull and scratch the concrete sidewalk. at last, the transformation has finished and the once human man has turned into a Morningstar.

i hope someone likes this, i have been meaning to expand on arlo’s origins haha :o) by the way thanks so much everyone for the support on my last art post, i didnt think anyone would like my silly doodles :p i promise i’ll be posting requests soon!!!! bbyyyyeee :o3

[leslye-anne]

Doodles de un nuevo au que tengo, de cuphead y bendy, es de Venom XD

(de paso digo que, cuphead pasivo y bendy activo)

_Doodles about a new Au I have, from cuphead and bendy, It's an au about venom

(by the way I say that, passive cuphead and active bendy)

Aquí un minicomic que hice de este AU

_Here's a minicomic I made of this AU

-se está bañando, no me juzguen no se dibujar eso XD-

_He's taking a bath, don't judge me, I don't know how to draw that XD_

Bendy: oye cups, ya te tardaste mucho, tengo hambre, ya termina

Cuphead: !!

_English:

Bendy: hey cups, you already took a long time, I'm hungry, finish at once.

Cuphead: !!

Cuphead: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Bendy: por qué gritas? Te estoy diciendo que tengo hambre

-un rato después-

_English:

Cuphead: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Bendy: why are you screaming? I'm telling you I'm hungry

-A few moments later-

Cuphead: no me mires así! Tú te lo buscaste!!

Bendy: -cara de michi triste-

_English:

Cuphead: don't look at me like that! You asked for it!!

Bendy: -sad cat face-

[inkdemonapologist]

Some of my doodles for Session Six of our Call of Cthulhu game!! We finally got back up with that potion-maker from Last Loop and tried to explain EVERYTHING to her, since she’s the one who seemed the most ready to believe us last time (Also, we saw her voluntarily possessed by a spirit at one point, so it seemed like it would be a good starting point to explain some of our problems).

This went.... chaotically, as there are 0 tells for who’s talking and everyone was very insistent on contributing to the conversation. The alive versions of Sammy and Joey mostly stayed out of this mess.

ALSO!! WE’VE PICKED UP SOME NEW INSANITIES! Henry has a mania that compels him to draw/document everything he learns (in case we lose memories or loop again), Sammy still has the mask thing, Joey’s picked up an obsession with symmetry after witnessing his body horrifically transformed by a corruption across half of it, and Sammy, after seeing the Star Pool lurker’s indescribably horrible non-ink-demon form, is filled with a terrified respect for it and has become strangely deferential. I DID NOT EXPECT SAMMY’S SANITY DROPS TO LINE UP SO PERFECTLY FOR CANON PROBLEMS, 

Anyway, have some more out-of-context quotes!! Some of these are just conversation because imagining people trying to hold a conversation with three different voices coming out of “Henry” is my favourite thing now.

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Sammy] *summarising* (So we're gonna run by Josephine and see if she has anything that maybe we should know, uh, based on our current predicament, which has gotten even more complicated than the previous time we talked to her, which hasn't happened yet!)

[Alive!Sammy] Is something wrong? [Henry] No! No, everything's fine. Let's go. [Alive!Joey] ...I don't think anything's been RIGHT for a while...

[Sammy] (Are we, as a, uh, unit -- do we have the mask on?)

[Ghost!Joey] There's... three of us in here? [Ghost!Sammy] Sure, that's a normal thing to say!

[GM] Josephine looks like she is trying to figure out what to say, but she is having... trouble. [Ghost!Joey] Have you ever had someone... hang out with you... during the festival? Like, kind of, possession? [GM] She raises an eyebrow, but nods, and says "Yes, that's part of my duty, as a leader of this religion." [Ghost!Sammy] Fantastic. That seems to be happening to us. [Ghost!Joey] We're not, exactly sure how we managed to get... in the past again... but we're -- *points with Henry's non-sketching hand over at the live ones* [Joey] Live!Joey just confusedly shrugs and sips his coffee. [GM] "...Uh, go back a minute."

[GM] "And you don't know how this happened?" [ghost!Joey] Not exactly? I -- [Henry] Sammy fell into a Star Pool, and Joey got killed, or, was a host for the cultists. [ghost!Joey] I don't know if I got killed, but, [Henry] Well, you looked goopy. [ghost!Sammy] I don't know what was going on with me, either; I still seemed to be running around. [Henry] Also very goopy.

[ghost!Joey] So, that's a confusing answer! Um. Let's pretend *points at alive!Joey* that he didn't listen to you, and he went up to the Star Pools anyway, without the potion, and then something happened up there that resulted in whatever is happening to us now, which included us losing our memories and waking up later as the same... entity, but we didn't know for a while, and.... uh... it looks like the last time we saw our bodies that weren't alive and human still, they looked... corrupted by the Star Pools. [ghost!Joey] Do you know what might've happened to cause all that? [GM] "...I think there's a lot to unpack there," she says.

[GM] And, indeed, one of them has turned up a pair of gloves! It's somewhat worn, but they don't have holes or anything. Though they might not match your ensemble. [Joey] As long as they match each other, that's fine! [GM] They do that. [Sammy] (I mean, Henry has-- not to rag on Henry's fashion sense, as a man who's worn nothing but the same shirt and suspenders for twenty years, but Henry doesn't have much of an ensemble going on, really.)

[chatting while Joey's player steps away for a moment] [Sammy] Sorry for making you guys deal with Alive!Sammy; Ghost!Sammy genuinely doesn't know how to argue for this. [Sammy] It's like, yeah I dunno! Sounds like a raw deal! [Henry] Henry also doesn't know how to argue for this, it's like, Hey! Do you want a whole bunch of awful, horrible, terrible memories? ....No? Oh. [Sammy] CANT IMAGINE WHY!! [Sammy] Like, please? I'd like my body back? ...it's your body, we'd be sharing it-- but not like this situation, uh, [Henry] Just please, take... I have... take Sammy back. [Sammy] Could you take this off of my hands, I'm really tired of dealing with it, [Henry] I love 'im. But I need a break. Please come take your lost.... self. [GM] Your wayward self. [Henry] Who's this sassy lost child. [Joey] *re-entering chat* Ah, we're talking about Sammy. [Sammy] OH MY GOSH.

[Henry] I ROLLED A ONE HUNDRED! [Sammy] Henry is VERY tired and distracted. [GM] Henry's sketching again. He was left unattended for a bit and he's sketching again. [Henry] Yup, [Sammy] *sputters* HE CAN'T BE LEFT UNATTENDED, WE'RE BOTH HERE [Joey] HE LITERALLY CAN'T!! [Sammy] THAT'S THE WHOLE PROBLEM!! SAMMY WOULD LOVE TO LEAVE HENRY UNATTENDED!!!

[Sammy] Is the voice familiar? [Joey]  Is it the Lurker's? [GM] A bit...? [Henry] A bit familiar or a bit like the Lurker's? [GM] ...Yes.

[ghost!Sammy] Joey, what do you think it was? [ghost!Joey] I think it has something to do with our situation, and perhaps the fact that-- [ghost!Sammy] "OUR SITUATION" doesn't really clear anything up, that could be a LOT of things right now!

[Sammy] Sammy doesn't want to be back in the actual time we belong in! He's dead in that one!

[Sammy]  I guess it's also Alive!Sammy's turn. I don't, uh, [Sammy]  ...there's too many Sammys, [Joey] (Alive!Sammy just goes WHAT THE FUCK) [Sammy]  Yeah, I don't think he's prepared, when he turns the corner, to find cultists with swords, and Henry immediately drawing a gun and screaming at them; I don't think he's prepared for any of this, or has a game plan for what to do in case this happens, other than just, yelling, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” [GM] at Henry, or the cultists? [Sammy]  ....BOTH????

[Joey] Does Joey know of any way to interrupt magic? [GM] Injuring someone is a good, classic way to do that.

[GM] So, you can do an attack, whether it's with the gun or with your fists! [Sammy] *flipping through character sheet* I mean, I feel like I'm probably not just shooting him, I-- wHEN DID YOU ADD "DUSTPAN" TO MY WEAPONS???

[Sammy] The idea of Joey just continuously accidentally killing people is REALLY funny to me.

[Sammy] This is going MUCH better than the last time that we fought anybody! [Joey] Apparently Joey just needs to be really angry, and then my dice are like, “yeah, you can kill people.”

[GM] *flipping through the rules* Here we go, "Disrupted spellcasting, for example, if they are shot!" Well, okay then-- [GM] ......ohhh. [Sammy]  Uh, [Henry] "Oh?" [GM] HM! ........ let me get a d8. [Henry] Concern...???? [Sammy]  It's probably fine. It's... it's probably fine. [GM] ........ [GM] Uh..... huh. Well. That's an 8. [Sammy]  On the d8. [GM] Yyyeah,..... you disrupted his, casting,,, it's not a serious spell so most of this stuff is not extreme, but I rolled an 8, and that says, [GM] "A mythos monster is accidentally summoned." [Sammy]  WHAT?? [Henry] WHAT??? [Sammy] WHAT???? [Joey] *dying of laughter in the background* [Sammy]  I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS AN OPTION??? OKAY!!! [GM] I didn't think it was, at this level of spell!! [Sammy]  Remember when I said that this was going well? I NEED TO STOP SAYING THINGS.

[Joey] How is Sammy putting on the mask? [Sammy] With his.... hands...? [Joey] No, like, how is it laying on his head, [Sammy] OH.

[Joey] Ghost!Joey would like to turn it so it's like, in the middle of his head. But like, on forehead, so that they can still see. [Henry]  (A fancy visor!) [Sammy] (...you can still see if it’s on the side...) [Joey] (Joey would really like it if we, put it in the middle.) [Sammy] (...I FORGOT YOU HAVE A SYMMETRY THING)

[GM] You felt, when Sammy and the cult leader were both giving the Lurker commands, that there was a kind of tug-of-war going on there, and it seems like the cult leader won that round. [Henry]  Wait, we can give the Lurker commands? [Joey] We're allies. [Sammy] Yeah, we're the host. [Henry]  Oh, um, [Sammy] Sammy asked it for help! It didn't, uh... this is how things always go for Sammy, so, I feel like this is correct.

[Sammy] (...Henry pulls out a gun, someone tries to grab him and he just bashes that person over the head, Joey tries to help by shooting this cult leader to stop him from casting a spell, and this horrible weird bendy monster is unleashed, Henry IMMEDIATELY kneels to this creature, and it starts listening to him, and he grabs the amulet and starts directing it to murder people after pulling the mask down over his face, so, yeah!! I can see that being pRETTY UNSETTLING actually!!)

[Joey] And I've already accidentally summoned a demon, somehow! [GM] This is just how Joey rolls, he just aCCIDENTALLY SUMMONS DEMONS, apparently! Even when OTHER PEOPLE are casting spells, Joey finds a way to accidentally summon a demon!

[Sammy] We do need those; those ARE our bodies running away,

[Lurker, when asked if he can shapeshift] It depends on the host! I didn't do this. It's pretty awesome, though! I feel like this is actually something that was designed to be this way, for the first time I can remember! Deliberate, you know what I mean? [Henry] “Yeah!” Henry says, not knowing what he means.

[Sammy] We're very focused on getting out of here. [Henry] We're channeling Wally Franks! [Sammy] NO! Don't channel Wally Franks! He didn't get outta there he just YELLED ABOUT IT, which is what WE'RE DOING RIGHT NOW!! LET'S ACTUALLY GET OUTTA HERE!

[GM] You guys go around a corner that at least obscures you from immediate sight, though it's good the Lurker is as, uh...... [GM] ........ [GM] ........ [GM] ...uh, for lack of a better word, bendy as he is, [players explode with laughter] [GM] I TRIED, I couldn't think of anything else! [Sammy] NO I SAW THE GEARS TURNING IN YOUR HEAD

[GM] You have a small Bendy. [GM] He's blinking. [Henry] Henry is.... is having, a moment,

[Sammy] We're honoured you're joining us, but we really should get moving?

[Henry] Just let him ride on his shoulders like a kid, that'd be adorable! [Henry] Henry's having SO many emotions right now. He wants to be respectful, but also, oh my god, that's so cute?? and also my OC???? Oh my god??????

[GM] I don't think the Lurker is familiar with the concept of piggyback rides. I mean if he's asked I'm sure he's down for whatever, but, [Henry] Henry's gonna ask the Lurker if he wants to climb on his shoulders and ride. [GM] The Lurker thinks this is a FANTASTIC idea, because nobody has ever carried the Lurker around before!

[Alive!Sammy] Sammy's very pale. [Alive!Joey] You have a... Bendy now, Henry...? [Henry] Uh, kinda! This is the Lurker. [Alive!Joey] “The Lurker”? [Henry] The giant monster? He's... small now, so he's not a giant monster.

[Alive!Sammy] Henry WHAT is going on? Or, whoever you are right now, [Henry] It is me; look, I've been letting the others talk because I have no idea what's going on. I don't know... I just want to get everyone out of here alive. [GM] (What a Henry thing to say) [Alive!Sammy] *snarking* Well, we're alive SO far! Maybe don't run at people with swords, in the future? Might help with that. [Henry] That was Sammy. That wasn't me. [Joey] (*laughing* "By the way, that thing you were lecturing me about? That wasn't me, THAT WAS YOU!")

[GM] The Lurker settles down when it is clear that the hug is not a threat.

[Henry] (I AM LOSING IT! I hope you know what you've done to me!) [GM] (I was not expecting this either but here we are!!) [Henry] (Maybe it was my idea. I can't believe I've done this.)

[Joey] Alive!Joey at some point shows Bendy how to hold the pencil. [GM] He says "Oh, hey, neat!" and has an easier time. [Henry] Oh my god, cute? [Sammy] (*losing it in the background*) [Joey] I was just thinking that if he's sitting next to Henry, and he watches the Lurker fumble with the pencil enough, he's going to just, reach up and-- [Sammy] (I LOST NINE SANITY TO THIS ASSHOLE!!!) [Henry] (But he's so cute!) [Joey] (Well now he's cute, maybe you get some sanity back!) [Henry] (Like petting a cat! You get sanity back from petting the Bendy.) [Sammy] (Yes, he is adorable, I will serve him faithfully.)

[GM] Make a navigate check. [Joey] *rolls terribly* Joey doesn't know where the fuck we're going. [Henry] I missed the navigate check too. [Sammy] Ohhhh boy, we better not get lost... [Joey] Sammy, do you remember where we're going? [Sammy] Oh, don't ask Sammy. Don't ask either Sammy. [Sammy] Alive!Sammy will eventually ask "You DO know where we're going, right?" [GM] You guys..... uh, get lost! Well, let me check one thing. [GM] *rolls* [GM] ... THE LURKER, APPARENTLY, CAN GET YOU BACK TO WHERE HE APPEARED,

[GM] What a useful pocket demon. [Henry] I love our pocket demon. [Joey] I love our son... [Sammy] Joey, [Joey] Firstborn... [Henry] Adopted from a cult! [Joey] We went to Haiti and adopted a son. [Sammy] Sammy's role as third wheel here is getting weirder and weirder.

[Sammy] I can't believe Binoculars is a Bendy fan.

[Joey] (Meanwhile, Ghost!Joey remembers something? There is an inscription on the floor between the laundry room, and Josephine's room, that does not allow the passage of evil spirits. I... don't think the Lurker is going to make it past that.) [Henry] (Ohhhhhhhhh) [Sammy] (Hmm. Also... BRINGING THE LURKER in to see Josephine feels, hostile???) [Henry] (OH... I didn't think about that; he's just my kid now!)

[Joey] (I have literally no idea for Joey.) [Sammy] (Gosh, what a thing to ask... I just have to appreciate, what a thing to ask a Type Three -- "Okay, what's YOU?") [Joey] (Joey looks down at the mask, feeling all of his inner masks,,,) [Sammy] ("I'M COMPOSED OF THINGS THAT MAKE OTHER PEOPLE THINK IM SUCCESSFUL,,,")

[Ghost!Sammy] After you. [Ghost!Joey] Actually, I would feel more comfortable if you went first, [Ghost!Sammy] ...Fine. Fantastic. [Joey] (This is-- I don't know if Sammy can feel it, but this is definitely out of, still thinking about the slight guilt that ran through him when Sammy was blaming EVERYTHING on him, and telling him to keep them out of this,) [Sammy] (I mean, Sammy just thinks this is risky and wanted Joey to be the guinea pig, so, that's nice that you were thinking of him!)

[Sammy] A quick kiss won't be enough time for Sammy to like, stop bluescreening in time to react to this? So, um, uh, he- he just, uh, needs, uh, a- a minute, but he, will be, blushing furiously. I think that's the only reaction! [Joey] Perfect~ [GM] The spirit lady probably flashes him a thumbs up. [Joey] *laughing* Sammy DIES. We did all of this to get him alive again, and he just DIES. [Sammy] SLAIN INSTANTLY.

[baconsoupforthesoul]

The Ink Demonth - Day 4 - Denial

The Devil’s Despair

A/N: A heart wrenching piece for the lovely @doberart​‘s Rise of Bendy AU. I’ve missed this wonderful sci-fi au and I always love me some angst, so I hope you all brought some tissues.

“No…”

Bendy can feel his whole body freeze, his pie-cut eyes wide as he listened to Joey. He can hear the words coming out of the man’s mouth but… it sounded muffled almost. As if the things he was saying were just so… so wrong that his mind couldn’t even process them. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Boris’s stunned face and he can hear Alice’s gasp.

“But… but…” Boris’s voice quivered, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “But Linda… she was here just a few weeks ago! She even read us a letter he sent her! He can’t be… gone... just like that…”

“This can’t be happening…” Alice whimpered, her voice barely audible as she placed her hands over her mouth. “Henry can’t be… he can’t be…”

“I know it hurts to hear,” Joey told them, his eyes downcast as he looked at the three toons solemnly. “I’m… still coming to terms with it myself.” The studio head ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. “Henry… he knew the risks going into it. With war… not everyone makes it back home at the end of-”

“No!” Bendy’s shouted, his confusion turning into anger. Boris and Alice both gasped at Bendy’s sudden outburst as the little toon’s fists shook with rage. “There’s… there’s no way that’s true! Henry can’t be… he can’t be…”

"Bendy," Joey turned his gaze to the distraught toon. "I know it's difficult to accept… but Henry is-"

“NO!” Bendy yelled, cutting Joey off as he backed away from him. “No, no, nonoNO!” He cried, placing his hands over his ears like a petulant child.

“B-bendy,” Boris’s ears drooped as he reached out a hand for his friend but the little devil batted it away.

“Bendy,” Joey took a step closer, his voice quiet but firm. “I know this is difficult to accept, but Henry is-”

“DON’T SAY IT!” Bendy screamed. “Don’t you even say it! It’s… it’s not true! There’s no way that’s true!”

“Oh Bendy,” Alice took a step closer, her eyes welling up with tears. “I… I know you’re upset… but please… don’t yell at Joey… it’s not his fault.”

“She’s right,” Joey agreed, stepping closer to Bendy. “I know this is devastating news but there’s no need to throw a tantrum, Bendy.” Joey’s eyes turned stern as he looked down at the smaller toon. “What would Henry say if he could see you now?”

“SHUT UP!” Bendy roared, stomping his foot as he glared up at Joey. “JUST SHUT UP! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! HENRY ISN’T DEAD, SO STOP LYING TO ME!” The devil points an accusing finger at Joey. Boris and Alice looked on helplessly as Joey narrowed his eyes at Bendy.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Bendy” Joey crossed his arms, his voice rigid. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. No matter how much you wish it, no matter how much all of us want it to be so, Henry is dead. He’s gone, Bendy. And he’s never coming back.”

“NO!” Bendy screamed, feeling ink dripping off of him, sliding down his face and leaking from his eyes.

“Bendy, please, just listen to-” Alice tried to intervene but Bendy shook his head and backed away from them.

“Just shut up! Leave me alone!” He cried, feeling more tears streaming down his face. It felt like the floor had given out beneath him. Nothing made sense anymore and everything was wrong.

The devil toon let out a heart wrenching sob before he turned on his heels and ran off, paying no heed to the cries of his friends as he fled.

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It wasn’t true… it wasn’t true… it wasn’t true…

Bendy curled in on himself, little droplets of ink dripping down his face. He felt hollow like someone had scooped out his insides. And all that emptiness inside just left more room for the sorrow slowly pouring in.

After running away from Joey and his friends, he went to the place he’d always went to when he was feeling sad. But being alone in Henry’s office… almost seemed to make it worse. So he snuck up to hide in a nearby vent, away from prying eyes but as close as he could be to the man who created him.

The man he may never see again...

Bendy shook off the thought. There was no way that was true. Whether Joey was lying or just misinformed… there was no way Henry was gone. Bendy… he’d know if his creator was gone… wouldn’t he? The two of them shared such a deep connection, surely Bendy would feel it if Henry had passed on… right?

Bendy flinched as he heard the sound of the door opening below. He scooched further down the vent as he heard two pairs of footsteps enter Henry’s office.

“Bendy?” Boris called out, sounding worried. “Bendy, are you in here?”

“Bendy, we know you’re in here,” Alice huffed, placing her hands on her hips. “Come on Bendy, we just want to talk.”

The angel’s eyes scanned the room until she saw small drops of ink dripping down from the vent above her.

“Bendy,” Alice sighed as she approached the vent, Boris trailing behind her. “Bendy come out. We… we know you’re upset. We just want to talk though.”

The devil ignored his friend’s, moving a little further down the vent. He knew they meant well but… he just wanted to be alone right now. He didn’t want to talk about Henry being gone because he wasn’t. No matter what Joey said.

“Hey pal,” Boris called up to him, wringing his hands. “I… I know you’re hurting. Please… we just want to help you, buddy,” the wolf sniffed, wiping away a stray tear.

Boris’s forlorn voice almost made Bendy’s resolve crumble, but he refused to move. Instead, he curled up tighter, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Bendy,” Alice frowned, her voice soft, sympathetic. “We’re here for you, Bendy. You don’t have to suffer alone. Please come out. We’re not mad at you, we just want to help.”

Bendy gritted his teeth as his whole body tensed up. Deep down, he knew Alice meant what she said. They just wanted to help, they just wanted to be there for him. But he didn’t want them right now. He just wanted…

“Just… just go away!” Bendy cried out, angrily wiping the tears from his face. “Leave me alone!”

Alice gasped at his outburst, holding a hand against her chest.

“But… Bendy…” Boris whined, his tail lowered as his friend shouted down at them.

“Why you little,” Alice muttered under her breath, her cheeks puffed out in anger. “You’re not the only one who cared about Henry, you know!” The angel yelled back, her fists clenched at her sides.

“Alice,” Boris tried to step in but Alice was having none of it.

“So you don’t have the right to go off acting like this, you hear!” Alice cried as she hit the wall underneath the vent. “You don’t think me and Boris aren’t heartbroken over this? Knowing that… that he isn’t coming back… that he can’t go home to Linda… that we’ll never get to see him again…” Alice’s voice hitched, her voice lowering as her shouting turned into sobbing. Boris felt his own eyes well up with tears as he watched the angel break down. He wrapped his arms around Alice as she wept, feeling her shoulder’s shake with every sob.

Bendy sat there, frozen as he listened to his friend’s cries. He should go down there, comfort her like Boris was, apologize for ignoring them. But as awful as he felt inside for making Alice so upset, he couldn’t bring himself to move. He knew he was being childish… selfish even… but he just couldn’t do it.

“Come on, Alice,” Boris said softly, patting the angel on the back. “Let’s leave Bendy alone for a bit. I think… he just needs time to process it.”

“Yeah… okay…” Alice murmured, wiping a stray tear from her face as she and Boris slowly made their way out.

Bendy sighed as he heard the door shut. Gosh… what was he doing? Ignoring his friends when they were crying?

He couldn’t go down there though. Talking to them about it meant… accepting that it was real. And he couldn’t… he couldn’t accept that.

He gazed down at Henry’s office below him. There were still a few scattered papers on his desk, scribbles and doodles left behind by the closest thing Bendy would ever have to a father.

Bendy remembered seeing Henry hunched over that desk, walking in as Henry turned to him with the biggest grin on his face, excited to show him what he had been working on. He remembered pulling the man away from his work, urging him to play just one round of tag or hide and go seek. He remembered tackling Henry as soon as he walked in the door, riding on his shoulders with his head on top of Henry’s. He remembered that one night Henry had carried him off to bed when he had somehow fallen asleep in his office. The man who cared for his creations so much, who was always there when you needed him.

Henry couldn’t just be… gone.

Bendy let out a small little sob as he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to imagine it was Henry holding him instead.

It wasn’t true… it wasn’t true… it wasn’t true…

Was it…?

[sweet-or-sarcastic]

More discovered Trash/Treasure

Here’s something I published on my Fanfiction account when I was a freshman in high school. 

It was unusual. The mad scientist wasn't picking up his calls.

Ever since the invasion and the defeat of the Lowardians, Ron and Drakken (who he sometimes would call Dr.D) started to get to know each other better. The two discovered that they had quite a lot in common from liking the same TV shows to having similar stories about being bullied in school. Ron couldn't deny, he and Drakken were starting to become…friends. They even dedicated every Saturday as "Guysday".

That's what worried him, Drakken wasn't to be seen. The two agreed to meet at the Cow and Chow near the destroyed Bueno Nacho. Ron hated giving his money to the competing food-chain of his favorite restaurant, but it was the only place to get fast-food while Bueno Nacho was being rebuilt. However, it was a half-hour since the suggested meeting time, and Drakken was a no-show.

"Where could he be?" the teen thought to himself.

Ron looked at his phone, only to see junk mail and a missed call from an unrecognizable number. He decided to call for some help.

"Hey Wade, do you mind doing me a favor?"

The young genius was sitting in his room at his usual computer Even though Wade's been going outside a lot throughout the year, there are still some days to stay inside a go back to his roots. "Sure Ron, what do you need?" He asked, taking a drink from his soda.

"I know this is probably weird, but can you track down Drakken's phone?"

Wade looked at Ron with both confusion and interest. "Why would you need it? Last time I checked, hasn't been causing problems since his award ceremony"

Ron took a deep breath. "I know it's just…he was supposed to meet me for lunch but he hasn't shown up. I'm not going to lie, I'm a little worried,"

Wade couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sure Drakken had turned a new leaf, but he didn't expect Ron and him to become best buddies. "Well, since it couldn't hurt, let me just find his number and get some coordinates. This should only take a few moments"

"Cool. Thanks, Wade!"

As Wade went to work searching for an address, Ron looked around the restaurant thinking to himself about the disgust that is, Cow and Chow, each thought getting louder in his mind.

"How can people even eat here anyway, they don't even have bendy straws! What does this "Double Meatum" have that the Naco doesn't? Why does Bueno Nacho get all the damage but this [place still stand? I swear if I was able to…"

"RON!" Wade shouted getting annoyed that his friend dazed out on him.

"What?! Oh sorry, did you find something?" Ron apologized, running his hand through his hair.

"The phone is at 1773 Parker Street,"

Of course, it's at his house. "Why didn't I think of that" Ron thought. "Sorry if I wasted your time Wade, thanks away!"

"No problem, glad I could help"

Ron got off the phone and walked out of the restaurant. He then got his scooter and began to drive to the house of his ex-archenemy.

After accidentally going through a couple red lights and almost hitting an elder pedestrian, Ron parked in the driveway. The house, while very large, was also quite suburban. Since he saved the world and got respect from it in return, the mad scientist discovered no reason to be evil. Therefore, no reason to have an evil lair. However, what was strange was that his assistant and infamous thief, Shego, was still living with him. Everyone found it odd because the two weren't working together anymore (at least not to take over the world) and that the two weren't in a relationship. Ron was always trying to convince Drakken to make a move on the green woman, but he was too afraid of the pain rejection that would come.

As Ron walked up to the door, he couldn't help but hear muffles and other noises as he got closer to the door.

"What is going on in there?"

A few minutes later, the noises stopped and Ron decided to knock on the door.

It wasn't until almost 5 minutes and several hard knocks on the door later that the door slowly opened, and out came the blue man himself, only looking disheveled and tired.

Standing in front of Ron was the mad man himself, only in his boxers, hair messy and out of its usual band. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual but his body had somewhat of a glow. The man put his hand above his eyes, trying to keep them out of the summer sun. It was obvious that Drakken had either just woke up or never left his bedroom. "Stoppable, what are you doing here?" the mad doctor asked, scratching his head in confusion.

'You didn't show up at Cow and Chow, I thought something may have happened man."

Drakken looked at Ron for a moment, grateful but also weird out by his concern, and still confused by his unannounced visit. But then it hit him.

"Oh, doodles is today Saturday? I'm sorry, maybe we can go tomorrow," Drakken almost closed the door but Ron halted it with his foot.

"Why? Just put on some clothes and let's go!" Ron said excitedly

"I'm afraid right now is not a good time…I'm sort of in the middle of something" Drakken replied with his face becoming the color of embarrassment and sweat forming on his brow.

"Come on Dr.D what could be so important that you're in boxers, let's go" Ron cried, now pulling Drakken's arm, trying to get him outside.

"Ron I told you, I can't go! Please, just…"

"Drewsky!"

Both men stopped as a new voice entered. The voice sounded familiar but also held a sweetness and seductiveness that made it unfamiliar. Ron couldn't help but snicker as he realized why his friend "forgot" to meet him at the restaurant.

"So, you have a friend over? Wow, I never thought I would see the day."

Drakken's face was now a dark shade of blue and it took several moments to gain the confidence to respond. "Well yes, she's a friend of mine and you can see why I can't go out today"

"No problem, it's cool. What about Shego? Don't you think she'll be peeved that you have another girl over?"

Drakken tried but unsuccessfully made a smug smirk on his face and responded. "I don't think she'll mind."

It was at that moment that two arms slid up and circled the mad doctor's bare stomach. A head full of black hair then popped out and nestled between Drakken's neck and shoulder. Embracing was none other than his loyal and snarky partner, Shego, in what seemed to be the top of one of Drakken's pajama tops…and nothing else

"Wouldn't mind what?" Shego asked as she rubbed against Drakken, her hair giving his neck little tickles. She soon began placing kisses in the place her head was, making Drakken's knees start to tremble.

Ron didn't know whether to scream, run away, or both. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was friends with Drakken, sure, and he was glad that he finally made a move on Shego, but he couldn't help but want to grimace at the couple in front of him.

"Shego, dumpling, go back upstairs, I'll be there in a second," Drakken spoke as he tried to unwrap Shego's arms from his abdomen, though a part of him didn't want her to let go. Shego giggled and let go, amused with Drakken's inability to get her off of him.

"Okay, but don't take too long, you wouldn't want to keep me waiting would you?" Shego then left Drakken a lingering kiss on the cheek. Before leaving, she looked at Ron and said, "Sorry Stoppable, you don't mind me borrowing Dr.D this Saturday do you," with a tone of innocence that would never be associated with her.

Ron immediately shook his head at the woman

"Good"

The green woman then turned around and began walking up the stairs, her hips swaying in a way that made it even hard for Ron to look away. When the men heard the sound of the bedroom door closing, they both tried to avoid eye contact by pretending to stretch or aimlessly looking around. Ron decided to break the silence.

"So…"

"Yeah…"

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Ron asked putting his hands in his pockets and shrugging his shoulders high.

"Yes, tomorrow's fine" Drakken replied starting to close the door

"See you tomorrow!" Ron shouted as he walked away, waving his bye to his friend.

"Yeah, bye!" Drakken answered, fully closing the door.

As Ron walked back to his scooter, he began hearing the noises that he first heard when he arrived. Now that he thought about it, he realized what the noises were. Shuddering, the teen got on his scooter and rushed out of the driveway as soon as possible. As gross as it was, he was glad that the two ex-villains were finally together. Guess asking Wade for help wasn't such a waste of time.

I’m sure there are some mistakes here, but please be easy on 14-year-old Kiki.

[queenofcats17]

Father Knows Best

@bornoffireandwisdom asked for another story involving Bendy’s creation and eventual realization that Joey has been lying to him.

This version of Murray Hill belongs to @circus-craze

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When Bendy was created, his world was very small. It consisted of himself, his dad, and his dad’s friend Uncle Murray. Well, Joey wasn’t actually his dad, but he’d been the one to bring Bendy to life so Bendy called him ‘dad’. Bendy liked Joey a lot. Maybe even loved him. Joey had been the one to bring him to life, the one who told him stories of the one who’d truly created him, Henry. Bendy always loved hearing Joey’s stories about Henry. Henry sounded like such an amazing person, especially the way Joey talked about him.

“When can I meet Henry?” Bendy asked. Joey had been telling him another story about his and Henry’s childhood, which meant the little demon was curled up in Joey’s lap.

“Soon,” Joey said, patting Bendy between his horns. 

“But that’s what you always say,” Bendy whined. “It feels like I’m never gonna meet him!” He flopped back, rolling around while still on Joey’s lap. 

“You were only born a few months ago.” Joey laughed. “These things take time.” Bendy sighed loudly, flopping about even more.

“You’re adorable.” Joey tickled his stomach. Bendy squealed, curling up like a pillbug. Joey was the best. He was pretty much Bendy’s best friend. But that mostly because Bendy only really knew two people. Speaking of the other person he knew...

“Mr. Drew?” Murray poked his head into the room. 

“Uncle Murray!” Bendy clambered off of Joey’s lap to run over to Murray. Murray’s whole body tensed as Bendy wrapped his arms around the man’s legs. Bendy had never understood why Murray reacted that way to being called ‘Uncle Murray’. He always seemed so uncomfortable.  

“H-Hello, Bendy.” He smiled shakily. 

“What is it, Mr. Hill?” Joey asked. “I was in the middle of something.” Murray glanced from Bendy to Joey, wringing his hands. 

“Could I speak to you in the hallway, Mr. Drew?” He asked. Joey sighed heavily, getting up from the couch he’d shoved against the wall. 

“Very well.” He paused by Bendy on his way out, kneeling down and patting Bendy’s head again. “Stay here until I get back, okay?”

“But I want to explore,” Bendy said, grabbing Joey’s hand to stop him from leaving. “I’m getting bored! I don’t even have any friends!”

“I’ll make you a friend soon, Bendy,” Joey assured him. “But it takes time.” He removed his hand from Bendy’s and followed Murray out, closing the door behind him. Bendy pouted, collapsing onto the couch. 

“I’m bored!” He groaned, kicking his feet against the couch. Joey never let him go anywhere. Sure, Bendy had left this room before, but he was never allowed to go anywhere by himself. He always had to be with either Joey or Murray. Joey was fun and Murray let him play with his doctor tools sometimes, but it still got boring after a while. Not to mention, Murray always got really weird when he was around Bendy. Especially when Bendy started asking about the creatures he saw around the studio. Joey wouldn’t even tell him why he couldn’t be by himself. 

“Don’t you trust me, Ben?” Joey always replied. “I have your best interests at heart.”

“I-I do trust you.” Bendy would say. “But-”

“Then take my word for it. I’m keeping you safe.” Joey always shut down any chance for argument. He would not allow Bendy to disagree with him. He told Bendy that the little demon would never survive without him. He needed Joey to keep him safe. Bendy knew Joey didn’t mean the cruel things he said sometimes. He loved Bendy. Right?

It was nearly half an hour before someone reentered the room. Bendy perked up, hoping it was Joey and that he’d finish his story. But it was only Murray.

“Where’s Joey?” Bendy asked, frowning.

“He’s...busy,” Murray said after a suspiciously long pause. “You’ll be spending some time with me for a little.”

“Aw. Okay.” Bendy’s shoulders slumped.

“It’ll be fun.” Murray smiled weakly. 

“Yeah, okay.” Bendy sighed dejectedly, sliding off the couch. 

Murray chewed on his lip as he watched Bendy skulk over to him. He couldn’t help but feel guilty whenever he was around the little demon. He didn’t deserve to be looked at with such trust and admiration. He didn’t deserve to be called “Uncle Murray”. Not after all he’d done, all he’d helped Joey do. 

“Uncle Murray?” 

“Hm?” He was jolted from his self-pity when Bendy tugged on the hem of his lab coat. The little demon had long since learned that Murray didn’t like it when he tried to hold his hand. 

“What is it, Bendy?” He tried to put on a cheery face. It very clearly looked forced. 

“Who are those people you keep in your room?” Bendy asked, head tilted innocently to the side. “I’ve seen Dad talking to them too. They’re all weird and goopy. Who are they?” Immediately, Murray stiffened. This wasn’t the first time Bendy had asked about the Searchers. He should have had a pre-prepared response by now. But he still panicked.

"Have I told you that we’re working on making Boris?” Murray hastily opened the door to his lab. “You won’t be alone for much longer, I promise.” 

“Really?” Bendy perked up, eyes shining with wonder and hope. 

“Really.” Murray relaxed a little, ushering Bendy in. “But I’m still having a little bit of trouble nailing down the right design for him. Do you want to give me something to work off of? No one knows Boris better than you.”

“Oh! Yeah!” Bendy nodded enthusiastically. “I can do that!” 

“Well.” Murray handed him a piece of paper and a pencil. “Why don’t you draw me the best picture of Boris you can?” 

Bendy kept nodding, sitting down and starting to doodle. His tongue stuck out the side of his mouth as he concentrated. Murray breathed an internal sigh of relief. That was one crisis averted, at least for the moment. But he knew it wouldn’t distract Bendy for too terribly long. Bendy was a curious creature, and much smarter than Joey gave him credit for. It would be impossible to keep him away from the horrors of the studio forever. 

Sure enough, the first chance Bendy got, he snuck out to explore the studio. Murray and Joey had gone rushing off because of something that had happened, giving Bendy the opportunity to finally slip out. The little demon was giddy as he crept down the hallway, tail waving behind him. He was finally going to be able to see what was happening in the studio! However, his glee was short-lived. The studio he found was dark and decrepit, with an air of hopelessness and despair permeating the air. The messages written on the wall were hard to miss as well. 

I don’t want to work here anymore. 

The Creator lied to us.

He will set us free. 

“What’s going on?” Bendy whispered, hugging himself. “Why’s everything so dead?” The studio had never looked like this when he’d walked through it with Joey or Murray. 

As he ventured down a darkened corridor, he came face to face with one of the inky creatures he saw Joey talking to so often. It appeared from a puddle, looking only barely like a human. Well, the upper half of a human at least. Bendy screamed and scrambled back. At the sound of his scream, more started popping up from the puddles. They moaned and groaned, advancing on him, grasping at him with their skeletal hands. Bendy screamed even louder and ran. He ran until his legs couldn’t carry him anymore and he collapsed. 

“What-What are those things?” He whimpered, curling up in a ball. He was in a flooded hallway underground now. It was probably actually something like a sewer. But Bendy didn’t care. He’d just wanted to get away. He laid there for a long time, sniffling and whimpering. 

Then he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He looked up, only to find one of those creatures standing over him, watching him with its glowing yellow eyes. Once more, he screamed, scrambling away. The inky creature didn’t seem startled by his yelling, tilting its head curiously to the side. It looked like it was wearing a hat. No, it was wearing a hat.

“Who...Who are you?” Bendy asked once he managed to regain his composure. 

“Ja...ck...” The creature replied. Unlike the others, it didn’t seem like it was going to hurt him. He didn’t seem like he was going to hurt him.

“Well, uh, it’s nice to meet you, Jack.” Bendy awkwardly stuck his hand out. Jack didn’t shake his hand, just smiled at him. At least, Bendy was pretty sure he was smiling. It was hard to tell, since Jack didn’t really have much in the way of facial features. 

“So...What’re you doing down here?” Bendy asked. “Seems kinda dingy.”

“Sa...fe...” Jack said. “Home.”

“This is your home?” 

Jack nodded enthusiastically. He seemed delighted to have someone else there to show his ‘home’ to. He dragged over to a little alcove with a desk and violin, pointing excitedly at everything. His speech capabilities were limited, but Bendy liked him anyway. He seemed nice. 

“Can you play this thing?” Bendy asked, picking up the violin. “I’d think it’d be hard with your goopy hands.” 

Jack made a so-so gesture. “Hard.” 

“You think I could play?” Bendy wiggled his eyebrows, placing it under his chin. Jack looked at Bendy then looked at the violin. One would think it would be hard to make an incredulous look when one lacked distinct facial features, but Jack was certainly managing it. 

“I could do it!” Bendy insisted, puffing out his chest. Jack’s expression grew even more incredulous. 

“Ugh. Fine.” Bendy rolled his eyes, putting it down. “Party pooper.” He had to admit, he was having a lot of fun. He didn’t want to go back to Joey. Joey had been keeping something from him. He was sure of it now. Both Murray and Joey had been keeping things from him. These creatures, he was sure they had been people once. Jack had definitely been a person, judging from the tape on his desk. 

“Hey, Jack?” Bendy sat down on the ledge of the alcove. “How did you get like that?” Jack stared quizzically at him. 

“I mean, you used to be a person, right?” Bendy gestured to the tape. Jack nodded slowly. 

“Do...n’t...know...” He said. “Fell...asl...eep...Then...this...” 

“How’d the others get like this?” Bendy could hear his heart pounding in his nonexistent ears. He wasn’t going to like whatever the answer was. And yet, he felt like he already knew. Jack hesitated, starting to melt a little. 

“Jo...ey...” He whispered. “Did...bad...thi...ngs...” Bendy stared down into the ink river below him. 

“I’ll be back later.” He got up, smiling back at Jack. Jack waved weakly, watching as Bendy disappeared up the stairs. Bendy strode with purpose through the halls. His ‘dad’ had a lot of explaining to do.

[bendywackyadventures]

SOL AU Fain and Lawrence Chap.1

 Hey got another Bendy SOL AU story! With Dark Revival coming soon I figured now would be a time to work on some SOL AU lore. I got Joey and Henry’s story, but what about characters like Sammy Lawrence, Susie Campbell, Allison Pendle, etc. I have so many ideas for SOL AU that I need to share and to start I would like to write about the musician Sammy Lawrence and Jack Fain! Once I get done with their story I’ll move on to other characters. Not saying who since I don’t even know, but you’ll see!

Yes before everyone is surprised, Sammy and Jack are cousins. I know its not confirmed but I’ve seen AU’s and content of these two being close I had to make them relate somehow! Its my AU let me have fun!!

Before being the strict famous song writer for Joey Drew Studios Sammy Lawrence was a quiet and sweet kid. He wasn’t the kind of kid who would play with other kids; he would be the kid who would be cooped up in his room reading books as music played through the room.

Though music was only when he was never home. That’s because the man of the house, Sammy Lawrence’s father James Lawrence was a strict man. He didn’t agree with many of the relations of people in their little quiet town. James was a serious businessman who worked for a new company that just opened up. He never had time for his son or his wife and when he would have the time it was to teach his son horrible things.

This caused his mother, Rose Lawrence a stay at home mom didn’t like the treatment her son was getting from her husband. There were days Sammy would hide in his room as his he heard his mom and dad yell at one another downstairs. Tonight was one of those nights!

“James, he’s 8-years old! He doesn’t need to be learning that crap!” Rose yelled. Sammy turned to his door listening to his mother and father arguments again.

“Rose he is old enough to know this stuff!” James yelled back. Sammy blinked as he stared at the door some more. He didn’t want to come out of his room and yell them to stop. He never did! He thought the worse could happen if he were to barge in to his parent’s arguments.

The screaming continued for about 10 more minutes before Sammy heard a loud door slam shut making him flinch. Sammy’s body froze as he heard footsteps come upstairs to his room. The door slowly opened and to Sammy’s relief it was his mother; tired and was ready to cry.

Sammy never saw his mother cry before. Usually after an argument she would get frustrated and head to the bedroom to sleep it off. This argument was different, that’s what Sammy sensed. “Ma, are you okay?” Sammy asked. Rose didn’t respond just held her knees close to her chest. Sammy frowned at sat next to his mother and gave her a hug.

A few days later, Sammy’s father left on a trip leaving Sammy and his mother alone. It’s when Sammy woke up he saw two suitcases in the middle of the hallway as Rose put stuff in them. This confused the young boy as he walked into his parents’ room. Sammy peaked and saw his mom opening drawers and grabbing a few clothes she stopped giving a smile to her son.

“Morning Sammy. How did you sleep?” Rose asked.

Sammy nodded telling her he slept well. Rose sighed and put the clothes in the suitcase. “Ma, where are we going?” Sammy asked.

“On a trip. We’re going to visit your aunt.” Rose replied as she put the last of her things in a suitcase.

Sammy was confused. He didn’t know he had an aunt or any other relatives. He did have grandparents, but he remembers his father telling him they died when Sammy was a baby. “My aunt?” He asked.

Rose nodded. “Yes. Now go get changed and pick out some clothes that would be good for two weeks.” She insisted. Sammy stepped out of the way and nodded. He did what his mother told him and got changed in a red sweater vest and brown pants. Sammy grabbed some clothes that he thought was best for two weeks and put them in the empty suitcase.

Rose zipped up the final bad and looked up at her son with a smile. “Okay we’re ready to go.” She said. Sammy nodded and grabbed his bag as they went to the bus satiation and waited for their bus. Rose kept a glance on her son just not looking at his mom.

Rose smiled and decided to bring something up to her son. “You know.” She started getting Sammy’s attention. “Your aunt has a son around your age. Your cousin I should be saying.” She explained.

Sammy was surprised! He never knew he had a cousin and it was a boy around his age. “What’s his name?” Sammy asked.

“Jack.” She replied. Sammy nodded. By now the bus was ready to board people in and it was time for Sammy and his mom to get on the bus to see Jack and his aunt.

The bus ride was long and quiet. It was going to be a 2-hour drive till they get to the house. Rose tried to think of conversations to talk about with her son to not get bored, but Sammy wouldn’t respond or if he did it would be a small answer.

“So looking forward meeting Jack?” Rose asked.

Sammy shrugged. “Don’t know. I never met him.” He replied. Rose gave a fake smile she wished her son was social and kind. Even as a kid Sammy was kind of a stick in the mud kind of kid. If he were outside, he would just doodle on the ground with a stick not glancing at any kids passing by or even asking to play with them.

“I know you two are going to be friends.” Rose said.

Sammy narrowed his eyes at his mother. “How would you know?” He asked.

Rose giggled. She was finally get somewhere with her son. “Well your Aunt Lucy tells me so much about him.” She explained. “You two have the same interests and are the same age.” She explained.

“That’s specific.” Sammy replied.

“Well I want you two to meet before I explain more.” Rose responded. The two shared a laugh and were both happy to see the other cheered up after the low couple of days. Their conversations as well as a quick lunch made this bus trip quick and they made it to the town where Sammy’s Aunt Lucy and Jack were.

Once the two got off the bus Sammy saw a woman around his mom’s age standing there waving at them. She had long curly brown hair and hazel eyes like him and Rose. Sammy had to guess this was his aunt.

Rose took Sammy’s hand as they walked over to the woman. “Hi sis.” Rose said giving Lucy a hug.

Lucy giggled and hugged her sister back. “Rose. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” She replied.

Rose chuckled. “It has.” Rose stepped aside to introduce Sammy to his aunt. “Sammy. This is your aunt Lucy.” She introduced.

Lucy looked at her nephew and smiled before ruffling his hair. Sammy hated his hair being ruffled, but this was family he couldn’t snap or say anything horrible to them. He just had to get used to it. “He so cute! He looks just like the picture you sent me.” She commented.

Rose laughed before giving her sister a playful push. “That’s when Sammy was 4, Lou!” She laughed. Sammy blushed in embarrassment looking away from his ma and aunt. Sammy and his mom followed their aunt in a carriage as they ride off to the house.

Once they got to the house a tall man greeted them with brown hair wearing a bowler hat caring some vegetables to the house. “Dave!” Lucy yelled. Sammy turned to the man, Dave who he assumed to be his uncle. Dave smiled seeing his wife and helped her out of the carriage.

“Lucy!” Dave called out hugging his wife and giving her a kiss. Rose came out of the carriage next and Dave smiled seeing his sister-in-law again. “Rose! Long time no see.”

Rose giggled. “Hi David. It has.” She said with a smile. Sammy came out of the carriage next holding the suitcase close to him.

“So this is little Sammy Lawrence.” David chuckled. Rose giggled. “Yep.” She replied. David kneeled down and got a good look at his nephew. He gave a roaring laugh before hugging Sammy tight and ruffled his hair.

Sammy thought this was going to be a long trip if this is what his aunt and uncle would do to him on a daily basis. “Well Sammy. I’m your Uncle Dave. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” He held his hand out.

Sammy looked at it and took it. “Nice to meet you too.” He mumbled shaking his uncle’s hand.

“Well you two come on in, and Sammy.” Sammy looked up as his uncle said his name. “Jack’s been waiting too meet you.” Sammy sighed and walked inside. His aunt and uncle’s house was a bit different then his home.

For starters it was two story like his own, but very clean and organized. There was furniture that looked brand new then old furniture that looked like it belonged to the 1800’s. Sammy also smelled food that was cooking in the oven; it smelled very sweet and chocolate.

Sammy heard footsteps running downstairs and saw a young boy, which he knew had to be Jack. Jack, like his mother mentioned looked to be around his age with messy brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore a fancy blue dress shirt, pants and shoes like he was going to some fancy tea party. Sammy and Jack stared at each other and blinked at one another.

“Mom. Dad.” Jack spoke. “Is that?”

Lucy nodded. “Yep. Jack. Meet Sammy Lawrence your cousin.” Lucy introduced.

Sammy swallowed and held his hand out. “N-nice to meet you Jack.” Sammy said. Jack smiled and took Sammy’s hand shaking it very fast.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you Sammy! Mom and dad told me you were coming and got myself dressed up for the occasion!” Jack said really fast. Sammy tried to wrap his head around what Jack said since he spoke fast for his age. Jack quickly took Sammy’s hand and dragged him up to his room. The adults laughed seeing how excited Jack was.

“He looks excited!” Rose pointed out.

Lucy giggled. “He is! Since you mentioned you wanted the two boys to meet and were visiting today he got so excited he has everything set up for today.” She explained.

“It’s been a while since Jack had a friend.” Dave pointed out.

“Same with Sammy.” Rose added.

Jack opened the door to his room letting Sammy to go in first. “Welcome to my room Sammy!” Jack yelled. “You and I will be sharing a room here!” Sammy looked around the room and saw a spare bed next to Jack’s bed. He also saw Jack’s room looked like a toyshop with toys and stuffed animals all around the room. The only thing that stood out was a record player in the corner near the window.

Sammy was a bit jealous like most kids he liked toys and wished he had some stuffed animals, most notably a stuffed lamb he sees everyday at the toy store back home. However, his father didn’t want him to have any toys! He thought that toys are for girls and that “no son of his should have any toys!” Sammy was surprised his cousin had a bunch of toys.

“So what do you want to do today Sammy?” Jack asked. Sammy looked around the room, but nothing caught his eye. Since he never had toys before he didn’t know how each toy should be played. All Sammy did was shrug and sat down on his spare bed.

Jack frowned and walked over to Sammy sitting down next to him. Jack’s eyes looked around the room as he waited for Sammy to respond. However, his cousin was still silent. “So what do you like to do?” Jack asked again.

Sammy turned to his cousin and thought. “Uh not much.” He replied.

Jack thought for a second and left the room. Sammy was confused and waited for Jack. He hoped he didn’t bore his cousin to death. Jack came back with some records, which surprised Sammy. Jack took a record from its case and put it on his record player as it played some Billy Murray.

Sammy looked up and saw Jack’s record player working. He just thought it was for decoration. “You like music?” Sammy asked.

Jack nodded. “I love music!” He beamed.

“Me too.”

“Really?”

Sammy nodded. Jack smiled widely and went to the door to make sure their mom’s were around. When the cost was clear he motioned Sammy to follow him. Sammy followed his cousin as they went to a guest room. Jack went into one of the drawers and unlocked with a key he held on. They key clicked and the drawer opened, inside was a notebook.

“This is my song book. I’ve been writing poetry and song lyrics in this book for almost a year!” Jack explained.

Sammy gasped and smiled. “You write music too?” He asked. Jack nodded. Sammy dashed back to Jack’s room and went through his suitcase and found his notebook. “I write music, but more the melody and rhythm.” Sammy explained.

Jack smiled and got a great idea. “We should write music together! I’ll make the lyrics and you make the melodies!” Jack explained.

Sammy smiled. No one has ever asked him to make music with him before. “Sure!” He agreed on. Jack smiled and two head back to the formers room to get ready to start their music career.

From downstairs the parents heard their sons conversation smiling and laughing to one another. “I guess those two are getting along.” Rose pointed out as she and her sister clinked their mugs filled with coffee together.

“Yep.” Lucy laughed.

To Sammy and Jack this was a start of a wonderful friendship and soon to be work partners.

[doodle17]

Gonna go on a wee rant about how I would do the Ink demons design in batdr

And no I won't shut up about it because I like his old design and I'm still salty about the new one

I have drawings I might post later, but I would totally keep his teased design. Give him that intimidating smile with creepy teeth. He needs some big ol choppers. Could you imagine whenever he moves his head or opens and closes his mouth there's just a clacking noise? That'd be so fucking cool. BUT I don't think he shoukd move his mouth to talk. Mostly because I think he can only speak to people through the Ink and not like- actually speak with his mouth. He can only scream n' shit

I also think he should be totally ripped, while still being skinny. You know what I'm talking about, give him sick ass biceps but a slutty waist oh hell yeah that's peak character design right there. He can keep the goat legs I GUESS but only a little bit. He should still have a more human design imo because the animal look doesn't make sense tbh. I get that's he's the Ink "demon" but he isn't an actual demon from he'll, y'know? He also needs his limp back because it's iconic to ME

Not really a character design choice but my God MAKE HIM HAVE CHASES. I want him to show up whenever and just chase you around like chapter 3 (which is the best chapter I will fight you) and isn't on a timer. Where's the fun in that?

Anyways hope you enjoyed another late night doodle rant about ink bendy

Ive just been on a bendy binge today and I always get a bendy feeling near Halloween so :)

But yeah this isn't new to any of my followers, but if anyone new is reading this, hello! I'm doodle and I'm a big lover who cares to much about a dumb characters design

[aura-creed]

Ink Demonth: Music

Read it here, or on AO3! Collab with Valonide, who did the art. We also did an audio reading of it, feel free to check it out!

Nostalgia was a powerful motivator. Even as a child Henry remembered his parents yearning for the old days, cursing paper as a medium. For a time when paper was new and cheaper than chalk, it helped Henry learn how to draw. He never understood why older people would fight back against something that was so helpful, and yet he still remembered his parents showing him how to clean a slate, how to clean off all the dust the chalk would create, and most importantly how to clean out the chalk erasers. He never understood the point to it all. Not until he returned to the old studio. Not until he’d spent days mucking through the depths, falling through floorboards, fighting monstrosities. At times he found a few old doodles or a couple of posters. Episodes he remembered so fondly working on back in the good ole days. Memories he’d smile at. Memories he wished were still real and true.

He remembered very clearly finding an old tape of his in a room right before it flooded. The only one he remembered recording with Linda, at home, before bringing it into work with him the next day. A reminder of who he was working to support, when the image of the studio was falling apart for him. When Joey was working them all to the bone.

Henry wouldn’t consider himself a cryer but he cried long and hard that day. It only steeled his resolve to keep going farther in, even as his chances of getting back up somehow kept dwindling. Even as the studio threatened to collapse in on itself, to bury him down there alive. All of it to finish this and find a way out -- to get back to her. It had probably been about a month in when he had heard the music playing. He tensed, wary as the melody started up. It was distant -- distant enough to barely be able to make out what it was. He had just been on the verge of some stairs that spiraled downward into the studio when it had happened. He was understandably alert. After the music department he had been wary of any and all music. Even though he feared the worst for Sammy, if he had somehow still been alive… But this wasn’t a banjo that had been playing, the only instrument he’d seen the former man carry around. He walked back, fingers curling over the edge of the doorway as he peered back out into the halls. It sounded like an old gramophone. The crackle of a record, the static of a song. A song he hadn’t heard for ages, not since after he’d left the studio. It wasn’t one even remotely related to Bendy or anything Joey Drew had ever endorsed, and yet it played anyway. He could barely hear the lyrics from where he was standing, yet the beat was enough to get him to start humming. To feel the vibration in his bones. To remember sitting by the fire on a cold winter evening. Listening to records and reading a book. He remembered sharing these moments with Linda, with his family too, when he was a child. It warmed his heart, made him think of happier times. It carried his feet away from the stairs and closer to the sound. He hesitated, approaching a hallway away from where he’d originally come from. It was flooded with ink. A frown creased his brows. He’d specifically avoided this path because of the ink, but the tune kept playing, ever closer. With a sigh, he trudged on. If only he could get close enough to hear the lyrics… Just a few... A chair was at the three way crossroad down the halls. Closed doors were scattered to either side as he moved towards it. Henry sat down. It was close, close enough to where he could hear the faint ghostings of a voice. “Don’t tell me again, love is not in vain,” Henry spoke under his breath, singing along, “that it will remain here, when summer is gone.” He stayed like this for a time. Enjoying what he could hear from the gramophone. His foot was tapping before he stood up. It was a good break, but he needed to get moving. He paused when the lyrics looped, a thought dawning on him then. When had the record been reset? Then another thought encroached upon his mind, his heart stilling in his chest at the thought. How long had the lyrics been that clear? Eyes widened as they looked down the hall, the music echoing across the walls. 

Ink splashed as a clawed hand gripped the corner. The horn of a gramophone turned to face him. It was tarnished and mottled in black spots. Oozing and pulsing, tubes went in and out of the ink of its body, wrapping down to the floor. It stained the ground as it trudged onward, an inky tail bending and pushing it forward, like a slug. Henry took a single step back. It stilled. His heartbeat was in his ears. The song, crisp and clear, continued to play even as it screamed. Its body coiled up, springing forward as its clawed hand gripped at the walls. Anything to try and push forward faster with its handicap. Henry took off in a sprint down the opposite direction, hobbling as fast as he could with a limp and an axe gripped in his hand. He had been lured in. He didn’t know why this thing had lured him, but it had, and he’d fallen for it. In a single notion of gaining some semblance of hope from nostalgia and an old dream, he’d run into a monster. Not like the Butcher gang, no -- but like the projectionist. A single trip down memory lane and it might get him killed. The lyrics knelled again. If love's like a rose, that blossoms and grows,

then withers and goes dear, when summer is gone.

[bhryn-art]

STORYTIME (gross things below cut, read at your own discretion)

Snip! Story below the cut!

So yesterday I was rushed into Urgent Care at the hospital because I couldn’t put weight on my foot without screaming and crying in agony. Why? Well... let’s go over the story...

Two and a bit weeks ago I noticed a twinge in my foot when I was walking/moving about and thought I’d just sprained something.

Cut to three or so days ago when I realised my toe actually hurt (big toe, right foot) and as I’m pretty bendy (thanks EDS) I turned my foot in a weird way so I could see it when sitting down on my bed, and realised it was leaking pus and blood. And when pressed, it hurt - and more came out. A bit surprised I hadn’t noticed earlier, I cleaned it up.

Over the next couple of days I gave my foot hot-ish salt water baths, cleaned it, used antibacterial creams, bandaged it securely etc and the like.

Yesterday, after another wave of intense nausea that left me sweating, I looked at my toe and found I couldn’t even touch it without almost screeching the roof off. It was hot, veined and swollen and my GOD it was an awful mess and the smell... ...urp...

...so I called the doctors to try and get a triage appointment, hoping I could nip in and grab antibiotics. Nope, nothing. NO APPOINTMENTS FOR TWO WEEKS. AT LEAST.

A bit shocked, as I clearly needed help, they then told me to go to the pharmacy, so we did (well my lovely mother did, I can’t walk) and they couldn’t help but said I could call 111, which is an NHS help number.

We did. Guy on the phone was PRETTY MUCH USELESS.

So we ended up going to hospital, at 7pm, to Urgent Care where we’d somehow gotten an appointment.

I was treated by a kind, if entirely mad (in a good way) GP named Justin, who had a look, etc - and said based on description, pain, etc that I have a skin/soft tissue/bone infection and I NEEDED antibiotics. He did say he was super impressed by the cleaning and self care I’d done, and by the bandaging. And LIKE EVERY doctor or paramedic or nurse or even therapist I’ve seen, he was super interested in me having EDS. The last time he’d even -heard- of someone having it where we are was a few years ago. So as he was picking out the right antibiotic, I answered a bunch of his questions. Bless, but knowledge is power! He seemed very impressed in general at how much I knew - but said I probably had to do that legwork myself of researching etc because my condition is still very much in the ‘how does it work’ and ‘rare’ area.

So I was handed a prescription of ‘Flucloxacillin’ antibiotics, 500mg (double the standard issue so - yikes, super strength) and advised to ‘mark if a hot, red area spreads’ as it could be cellulitis and that if in a weeks time, it hasn’t cleared up and stopped being painful, esp in the bones, then to go back to hospital as it’s likely MRSA. WOOONDERFUL. Otherwise, continue my cleaning of the foot, and I MUST rest it: leg and foot elevated, no walking on it, no moving, stay in bed all day, do not collect 200 pounds etc etc...  -- This in itself taught me something very valuable; I’m on extremely strong painkillers to help cope with my EDS and Fibro. Whilst my own pain threshold is high, the painkillers are pretty much a blanket. Between those two things, I missed the pain in my foot. I didn’t notice it until it was almost too late - I dread to think what might’ve happened to be fair. And if it’s MRSA well, that can be fought one way or another too.

So here I am, a week in bed at least (AT LEAST URGH) and my laptop can run FF14 ‘fine’ but it’s not super great for being a healer, so if I run any dungeons I’ll be needing a slightly more cautious and happy-to-use cooldowns tank. I also have a stack of other games I haven’t finished, so I picked Witcher 3 for today. I’m 20 hours in and I had to take a half hour to remember a: where I was and b: how do controls work sidenote: my cat has jumped on my foot twice these past few days and my god... my god... the little bastard... XD I screamed each time.

ALSO I hope to be doing some doodles when games aren’t holding my attention. So hopefully you’ll see some work from me soon x.x but for now.. FOOT UP! XD

[ask-joeydrewstudios]

Family Sticks Togehter

@phoena12 submitted: a quick fic i wrote for Angst War 2k18, hope you enjoy!

It had been a peaceful day or as peaceful as the studio could get, the occasional pipe bursting and sending tidal waves of ink in every direction, the sounds of pen scratching onto paper as the widening grin of Bendy takes shape. Sammy had taken to shouting as of late, much to Wally’s and some better un named interns glee, as Bendy plays prank after prank on the poor music director. Their footfalls soon heard as bendy comes screeching out of an ink stained office with a peeved (and soaked) Sammy Lawrence, insults spitting from his mouth. It takes Wally a few minutes to stop his cackling.

Sweet melodies combined with a twirl of angelic singing comb through the halls of the studio, a few employees stopping briefly by the recording studio to catch the sunny tune. Susie making the bass vocals as Alice leads with the main part, the two lost in the joy of it. Jack leans to one side of the recording booth, scanning over the lyrics and hums along to the instrumental parts.

Down below, where memories breathe a little more life than ought to be, sits Shawn, tinkering away with his bendy plushies. A careful eye analysing each and every aspect of the doll he has in hand. Satisfied, he smiles and places the doll down amongst others. A comforting hand is placed on his shoulder as Lacie asks a genial question. Shawn shrugs, stands and gestures at an oil smudged Lacie to lunch. She scoffs but heads for the elevator nonetheless, making a joke that Shawn’s eyes were looking a little green today. He laughs. He usually forgets to take his goggles off.

Several floors above, Joey sketches out various ideas to put forth for the next cartoon strip, various doodles of Bendy pulling pranks or just getting into mischief. Alice being the voice of reason and Boris the lovable antagonist. Notes are hastily scribbled at the sides, some a little indecipherable in his haste to have the picture make sense. He was sure Henry and the others would love them. At least, he think they would if not for the shouting that interrupted Joey’s thoughts. It sounded like Sammy and Bendy were at it again. He heaves a sigh, pushes up from his chair and begins a casual walk out towards the racket. Oh sure, he was gonna give them hell when he caught them but why waste that energy now. Joey waves a hello at passing co-workers.

“I’m gonna ring yer damn neck ya imp!!” Sammy all but screeches.

“Ya gotta catch me first!” Bendy snickers back as he quickly rounds a corner, only to bump into his father figure, Joey.

“I got ya now twerp!” Sammy hollers as he catches up with Bendy and grabs him by the scruff, “oh yer in for it now” Sammy spits. Failing to notice Drew but we’ll just blame it on the fact his face is covered in ink and not the overriding frenzy that has him worked up instead.

“I don’t think that is in your best interests Sammy” Joey speaks up. An audible gulp can be heard as Sammy snaps his neck to meet the cold blue eyed gaze of his boss, dropping Bendy in the process and eliciting an “oww” from him.

There’s a slight pause from both demon and music director before Bendy wraps his arms about Joey’s legs and whimpers a “he started it!” How very convincing and certainly Joey would be had he not had to deal with this same situation time and time again.

“You know damn well you started it ya pest!” Sammy glowers down at Bendy, “he flooded my office again” this he says to Joey, firmly holding his gaze. Joey could have guessed that by the state of his appearance alone.

“That fact is very evident, Sammy, what im most concerned about is the level of noise and destruction (at this he looks pointedly down the hall the two had come cavorting through) that you two have caused”. If looks could kill, Sammy would have dropped dead right there on the floor. “And Bendy” Joey begins with that parental tone that brooks no space for argument, “how many times have I told you not to flood Sammy’s office?”

Bendy idly rubs his forefingers together, a petulant frown showing, “26 times?” he tries but it doesn’t yield any form of a smile from the older man. Bendy gives up his childish act and goes to stand by Sammy, the both of them looking like disgraced children.

“47 actually” Joey sighs out. He wishes Henry were here instead. “Bendy, you’re not allowed in the animation department for the rest of the week”

“What!? But Joey-“Bendy squawks before being cut off.

“No.” it’s harsh but Bendy needs to learn. “As for you, Sammy, your coffee intake will be reduced” that might be pushing it but it’s the only way Joey can really reprimand Sammy.

“Fine…” Sammy grouches, unwilling to fight further on the subject with his boss. He supposed, as well, that he had caused a bit of havoc for the rest of the studio, especially for Wally.

“Good, I shall leave you two to-“

“But what am I meant to do for the rest of the week!” Bendy suddenly pipes up, his hands fisted slightly and looking none too happy about the arrangement made.

“You can draw or you can go play in the other departments” Joey tries.

Bendy grumbles under his breathe, looking about as mad as a dozing kitten, as he stalks off, stomping his little feet every now and then. Sammy nods a curt farewell as he goes to clean himself off. The both of them, Joey concludes then and there, are like spoilt children. Ah well, they would get over it sooner or later and besides, a week wasn’t a long time and Sammy could live without coffee. It might even do his health some benefit.

~~0~~

He was mad.

No!

He was fuming!

He was…he was….what was that word Sammy always used?

Pissed! Yeah that was it, Bendy was pissed as all hell. He’d show Joey, he could find plenty to do without sitting with Henry and watch him draw out each careful line of his beloved cartoon. Nope, Bendy wouldn’t miss the soft scratch of pen to pristine paper, or the gentle mutters of the other animators or the lulling hums of Henry as he zoned out.

Nope!

Nu-uh!

Bendy wasn’t gonna miss any of it. In fact it would do him wonderfully to get away from such a dull place. Think of all the pranks he could pull on everyone else! Oh, Joey would regret this decision. Not that Bendy ‘cared’.

Except his plans hadn’t, well, gone according to plan at all.

Wally had caught on to all of Bendy’s pranks and even alerted the rest of the studio to any other of his shenanigans (the gall!), so pranks were swiftly thrown out the window.

Even Alice and Susie wouldn’t put up with him. They had welcomed him into their conversation but the little demon soon lost track or sense of the conversation and after asking the 40th or so question pertaining to “why a guy’s butt looks good in dress pants, compared to overalls”, both women had kicked Bendy out of the conversation. If you asked Bendy, guy’s butts looked better in skirts!

And Lacie and Shawn were no help either. Lacie pretty much kept Bendy at an arm’s length whilst she worked on some mechanical thing and when Bendy had inquired as to what it was she was working on (and god did he ever regret that question) she had shown him a metallic doll that looked like him.

Except it was missing its eyes.

And some of its teeth had fallen out.

Oh and there was oil coming out of its eyes which was not ok?

Bendy had promptly fled the room screaming and hid beneath a stack of dolls.

Another dire mistake because today was filled with those apparently.

Shawn just had to pick him up out of the stack and Shawn just had to stick a needle dangerously close to his eyes. To Bendy’s amusement, Shawn did scream when finding it to be the real him but, you know, having a needle that close to your eye?

That’s not such an amusing thing.

So, Bendy had booked it outside the studio and yes, he was always told never to go outside the studio but the place was beginning to get too stifling and the fresh air and cooling wind felt good. The sky was blue with thick fluffy clouds, like out of a picture book. It was serene. Nice. Bendy inwardly thanked Joey for giving him a reason to go outside. What Bendy failed to know was that for a toon, stepping outside was a death wish.

He didn’t hear their footsteps or their murmured voices, only the flash of a camera and the shocked cries of humans. He didn’t recognise the voices. He didn’t recognise their faces either. Oh but they recognised him for sure.

Bendy had darted back into the studio, the people shouting and causing an uproar now. They banged against the door. His heart fluttered once and then began an uneven beat. Fast and unrelenting. Oh god, what did he do?

With tears welling in his eyes he runs to the one person who could sort out this mess.

Henry.

He knows, he shouldn’t go anywhere near the animation department, the building anxiety of Joeys disappointed features tearing at the young toons heart. Bendy felt as if he would burst.

As he reaches Henry, he’s a crying mess, ink and tears dripping heavily to the floor. No doubt a puddle would form. Henry is instantly on his knees.

“Hey,hey, what’s wrong buddy?” with a soothing tone that has Bendy bawling even more, the other animators coming to see the ruckus.

It hurts. It hurts so much because bendy is crying and sobbing and begging. “Im sorry, im sorry” and “please forgive me Henry” over and over again. His voice goes hoarse and cracks and god, does he feel like he’s gonna burst. There’s too many people and as Henry picks up his shaking form, Bendy burrows his face into his shirt, staining it in tears and ink.

~~0~~

The next day is even worse when the newspapers arrive. A picture of Bendy standing just outside the studio door, a soft and surprised look on his face, on the front page. He cries as Joey stares blankly at the page, eyes widening as he reads each word.

“Drew studios conducting experiments?” one reads.

“Famous star, Bendy, seen outside Drew Studios in freak photo!” another states.

And on and on such titles go, the wonder and mostly horror, at the favoured cartoon being alive.

It was a scandal to be sure.

The studio is silent that day, nobody works.

Henry holds Boris close, as Susie links hands with Alice. The silence a sharp and stabbing pain.

Bendy resigns himself from the chatter but Joey picks him up and holds him close.

“We’ll figure this out” he promises. Bendy cries and hopes that he does.

~~0~~

He’s not sure how many days have passed now.

The newspapers have grown less restive and in response to the heated media, the public takes a stand and protest outside of Drew studios.

It’s horrible and noisy and it’s all his fault.

Bendy doesn’t cry anymore. Just weak shudders and the occasional whimper.

Alice had yelled at him. Screaming. Throwing her hands about in wild gesticulation. Then she had stormed off and Bendy hadn’t seen her since. Susie assured him that she had calmed down but knew that wasn’t the case. Alice would never forgive him. She would hate him forever.

The thought was a punch to the gut.

Intern after intern had been laid off too, seeing as the mobs were getting rowdy and demanding entrance to the studio. Someone had been hurt, a long and nasty gash down their head. Bendy could still smell the blood.

Joey had even taken an interview stating that there were no living toons and such an idea was foolish. Clearly, the public hadn’t believed it.

It was all his fault.

It was all his fault

It was all his fault!

Hisfaulthisfaulthisfaulthi-

Well-toned arms had picked him as impossibly more tears slipped down his broken features, swaying him back and forth and murmuring soft words.

Henry.

Henry was here and standing at his side was Boris and Joey, both looking worried and aged beyond their years. Alice appeared from nowhere and placed a reassuring hand upon Bendy’s quivering self, a small smile telling she had forgiven him.

“Oh, Bendy…” Henry begins, softly, “no more tears, we’ll figure this out, ok?”

“b-but I… I hurt everyone…” Bendy hoarsely whispers, his eyebrows drawn tight and lip quivering.

“Ya certainly caused a mess, imp, but were used ta cleaning up yer messes” Sammy chips in, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I think ya mean I’m more used ta it, I’m the janitor ‘ere” Wally quips as he shrugs past Sammy. Sammy rolls his eyes in response.

“Oh would you two stop! The boy is clearly upset!” Lacie scolds from the end of the hall, her boots thudding as she makes her way to the growing group, Shawn trailing behind.

“We’re in this together” Alice murmurs as she rests her head on Henry’s shoulder.

“A family that works together, sticks together, is what I always say” Joey supplies, hands on his hips in a triumphant manner.

“Since when have you ever said that?” Susie drawls, earning a few snickers.

“W-well, just now!” Joey replies indignantly. Everyone giggles.

A family that sticks together, huh?

Yeah, Bendy had a whole family at his back that loved and cherished him.

Everything would work out in the end.

((OHH IT STARTED OUT REALLY CUTE BUT THEN GOT REALLY SCARY IN THE MIDDLE AND GOT CUTE AGAIN,,,, i love that... thats some Good Stuff. and they’re a family. they’re calling each other family. ohhhhhh my weakness, my biggest weakness-- thank you for the fic!! ; o ;))

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Bendy's Punishment

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh I'm sorry!!!!" Bendy screamed, running away from Henry. Henry looked absolutely angry, fed up with Bendy's shenanigans. "Get back here!!" Henry shouted. "Joey!!" Bendy halted in front of Joey. "J-Joe! You gotta help me! I-I-" "What did you do this time...?" Joey sighed. Henry was the guy who would get angry or flustered or happy easily, but Joey was like a rock. "Whaaaaat? Nothing!" Bendy looked at Henry, who was right next to him, huffing and having his arms crossed. "Nothing!?" Henry hissed. "You messed me up while I was working!" "I-I didn't know you were scared of tarantulas!" "I now am!! You put it on my face!!" Bendy was about to shout back, but saw Joey put up a hand. "Bendy... is this true?" he asked. "... m-maybe...?" Bendy smiled his signature smile of 'I messed up.' "Bendy, I don't know how many times I have to tell you," Joey pinched the bridge of his nose. "Don't disturb the crew while they're working. We have a deadline, Bendy." "I know..." he sighed. "And do you also know how scared Henry can get?" "H-hey!" Bendy chuckled a little, but saw Joey's face. "... sorry..." "Don't apologize to me..." Joey tapped his foot. "H-how can I not be like this though...!?" Bendy changed his tone. "It's so boring around here! All I have to do is stand while people draw me! I mean, even Alice and Boris have jobs! Not me!" "Oh, we tried to give you jobs," Henry said. "Remember the script writing?" Bendy clearly remembered he would only draw doodles and scribbles on the page. "Fetching coffee and food?" He would get ink in the coffee and ink on everything else, sometimes snacking on the food. "Even clean up! The most easiest job!!" He would somehow make an even bigger mess. "We've tried giving you a job but-" "Henry," Joey looked at him. "You're going to get overheated." "No I'm not!!" he shouted, but then stopped. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out. "Good. As you for, Bendy," Joey looked down at the demon. "Clearly, I know you already feel bad, but you need a punishment." "N-no I don't," Bendy quickly put his hands up. "L-look, I'll never do it again! I swear!" "I know you won't." Joey took Henry's arm, them both whispering to each other. Bendy tried walking away, but Henry held onto his arm. Finally, they turned back to Bendy. "We've decided your punishment," Henry replied, hiding his smile the best he could. However, Bendy saw Joey was smiling, so it must be good for them, but bad for Bendy. Joey went to Bendy and lifted his arms up, Bendy squirming. "Wait! Hold on! Y-you're not going to hurt me, are you!?" "Oh heavens no," Joey shook his head. "Now Henry,  before he begins to over think." Henry squeeze his fingers on Bendy's sides. "Aahahaha! T-tickling!? Gahahahaha!" "I know how much you loooove tickling!" Joey teased. "I hahahahahahate it!!" And that was the truth. Bendy hated tickling because it made him laugh without someone cracking a joke. "Aww, I think you love this!" Henry smiled, kneading his hips. "Otherwise, why would you be laughing?" "Yoohoohoohoou know whyhahahahahahaha!!" "No, I really don't," Henry grinned, showing his teeth. "Please, do enlighten me!" He danced his fingers up and down his sides, Bendy kicking his feet. "He keeps kicking his feet," Joey smiled. "Maybe he wants tickled there next?" "Dohohohohohon't you dahahahahahahare!!" "Oh I won't..." Henry chuckled. "Switch places?" Joey thought he would never ask. Henry took hold of Bendy's arms as Joey took off Bendy's shoes. Bendy tried to kick them out of his armlock, but he mistaken Joey's strength. "Wait!! No!! I'll never do it again, I swear!! Just don't tickle my feet!! Please!!" "Hmm... such fear you have," Joey snickered. "Maybe it would be best to not tickle his feet." Joey quickly scittered his finger nails on Bendy's soles and heels, Bendy screaming. "Aaaaaaa!! Aahahahahaha!! Waaaaahahahahait!! Aaahahahahahaha!!!" "Woah!!" Henry laughed. Bendy was squirming like a fish out of water. Henry almost had trouble trying to keep a grip on him. "Keep him still as best as you can, I haven't even gotten to his toes yet!" Joey then scratched in between and under Bendy's toes, but heard nothing and there was no struggle. He looked, seeing Bendy was stuck in silent laughter, limp. "I think you found a spot!" Henry laughed as if he were being tickled himself. They both dropped him carefully, Bendy wheezing and holding his sides, feet curled up. "Heh... learned your lesson?" Joey asked. "Y-yehehehes...!!" he giggled out. "I'm sorreeheehee...!" "I know you are," Joey said one last time before leaving with Henry.

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Inky Terrors Of The Past Chapter 1- Back To Hell

                              A.N: heya guys this is the official chapter of my au's story after an long. Whole while of thinking I just felt the need to rewrite this entire story but its not gonna be fully canon with the actual game itself. Without futher to do hope you all enjoy! ---- 30 years have passed ever since Henry had left his dream job. He was in his room looking a an picture of him with bendy on his first ever birthday he looked so happy in that "....." He sighed he really missed him his creation, he just wished he could of brought him Along "Jess would of liked ya bud.." He said to the picture. Just then Jessica came running in "hey there kiddo" Henry said to his daughter. "D-dad, I have an letter for y-you" he looked confuse "who in earth would sent me an letter" Jess muttered "you'll never guess.." Henry grabbed the letter and opened it while Jess walked upstairs about to look like she was gonna scream. "Dear Henry, its been an while since we worked on cartoons together, 30 years really slips away doesn't it? If your back in town come visit the old workshop. There's something I need to show you, your best pal, Joey Drew" The letter kept playing in Henry's head as he drove towards the studio he remembered how to get there even after 30 years. "What does Joey have to show me  that's been belated for 30 years?" He talked to himself as he reached the studio he looked at it "been an long time since I was here" he said as he parked and got out of his car. He opened the door to the studio and entered it. "Alright Joey I'm here, let's see what you wanted to show me" he said as he walked. An lot has changed in the studio. For one there was no one around it almost looked abandoned, he saw the projecter on "heh this thing still works?" He said as he waved his hand slightly on the lighten of the camera smiling slightly. He explored around in the studio as he saw how much has changed. He looked at the board of ink pressure. "Wow looks like Joey really was ruined without me to help" he muttered to himself as he jumped over an pipe and saw an balcony with chains. He walked over and saw that there was an generator and a machine. He rubbed the back of his head confused "alright so how do I get this thing to work?" He said as he looked to see the power box was missing two boxes he grabbed one and found the other in a box and placed it in the slot and turned on the lift "this lift could use an few drys, let's see what's your hiding down there, old friend" he said to himself as he saw the ink machine being rose up "so this thing is still standing even after all this time?" he said as he inspected the makeover it received "huh gotta say joey must of done some improvements with it.." he figured how he should turn it on than he remembered the flow ink room he walked out of the ink machine room and came across the gate that was closed before now opened. he was curious and walked through it "how much did joey change this place?" he said as he walked observing the oak wood red colored floorboards  as this place sure got old when he last left he walked into one of the other rooms and saw the ink pressure was off and there were these six small pillar that looked like they each held something "hmm..." he looked at each picture "looks like those are the items i need" he said as he turned around to go look for them when he suddenly got jumpscared by the cutout he gasped before breathing "who put this here?!" he said as he looked around before shaking his head "scaring me with your cutouts this time kid?" he said to the cutout who did not response as henry rolled his eyes and kept walking. soon enough he found the gear, the music disc, the doll, the book. He just needed to find the wrench and the inkwell. He looked for the wrench first but came as shocked from seeing the strapped corpse of Boris the wolf "oh god... Joey what were you doing?" He said to himself as he looked at the message of "who's laughing now?" He saw many other messages before he got to the room like "dreams come true" Henry stared with an sad look on Boris's corpse "how long has he been dead...?" He wondered to himself as he saw the tool box he opened it and was left now guilty. There was an bone in there now he was mad did they lure Boris Into here he clenched his fists "I swear Joey you and I are gonna have an talk.." He said to himself as he sadly got the wrench out of boris's chest and had to cover his mouth when he saw ink starting sporting out of the wound. He started hearing whispers in the ink "this is getting weird" he said to himself as he walked away. Along the way he found one of the tapes showing Wally he had an smirk on even in all of this wally's catchphrase never cease to amaze him. He went back to the main room and saw something he did not noticed. The closest door that was closed has an stained unknown substance. He slowly opened the door and got jump scared by an corpse as it landed on the ground how long had the corpse been there he had no clue. He saw something stuck in the corpse's back he pulled it out it was an large sharp hunting knife with strange markings and words on it he felt like this was Joey's and putted the knife in his belt loop. after staring at the inked corpse henry then walked off and found his old desk but no inkwell “hey here’s my old desk, I wasted so much time on this chair” he said as he turned around and said an room that wasn’t there before “huh, that wasn’t there before” he said as he walked in “looks like joey knocked down an hole here, must of took an few people to replace me” he said as he looked around admiring the doodles and saw one certain doodle that kept changing it’s pose whenever henry looked away he smiled at one of them that had the little devil laying on the ground with his hands under his chin with an cheerful expression “how you doing buddy? miss me?” he said to the drawing while smiling slightly as he saw the inkwell “ah okay that’s all of them” he said as he did’int noticed ah figure moving slowly towards him. henry picked up the inkwell “alright, now ba-” before he could talk more he felt something slammed against the back of his head and henry’s vision darkened. it only took more than 20 minutes for him to wake up as he was still in the same room he goraned which he heard an startled reaction coming out of whoever hitted him he turned slowly and his eyes widen as did the figure he saw someone he never expected to see again but he couldn’t believe it. same dark hoodie, same blue jeans, same green gloves and the same face “b….bendy?” bendy stared eye wided he couldn’t believe it himself but he was looking at his creator he tried closing his eyes and opening them but he was still there same kind voice, same jeans same grey shirt and same green vest. he had an big smile on his face he was right he told alice that henry would come back one day and he was right! he finally did came back!  his big happy smile then turned to an big frown as he dropped the mallet as huge inky tears dripped down sniffling “h-h-h…..hen–ry?” he said his voice cracking and breaking. henry smiled and opened his arms to which the little devil ran up to his creator and hug tackled him crying as henry hugged back as the little devil cried into his shoulders “i missed you so much henry…” henry shush him as he rubbed the little devil’s head “i know buddy… i’m here now alright? it’s gonna be alright” he said as bendy kept hugging him sobbing into his shoulders. it wasn't long before henry had to let go of the hug and got back up "henry... where are you going?" the little devil asked "well to put these back in those pestidals i guess" bendy's eyes widen "h-henry w-why would ya do that?" he asked him as henry turned around the corridor realizing the cutout is gone as he putted the offerings on where they need to be "because i need those in order to turn the mac-" bendy stopped him "woah woah woah! henry trust me you do not wanna turn on that damn machine!" bendy said grunting as henry noticed he needed to flow the ink not really paying attention "kid i seen weirder things than thist but believe me. why should i be afraid now?" bendy growled "henry trust me really, you. do. not. wanna. turn. on. that. machine!" henry kept walking and was jumpscared by another cutout "old man, your not scared of anything but your scared of one of those cutouts peeking out?!" henry glared at bendy "it surprised me!" henry stopped before sighing "sorry... did'int mean to push ya buttons hen.." bendy said now feeling guilty "no it's fine bud... but please do understand once i turn on the machine then we can talk all you want. alright?" bendy shook his head "no henry please listen there's a reason why the machine is turned of-" henry pressed the button to flow the ink and a pipe burst causing the room to be flooded. the two saw the projecter turned on by itself as they heard an whistling sound coming from every direction. when it ended henry grew concerned and walked out of the room quickly with bendy following. the two heard an clanking sound from the ceiling as it looked like someone was crawling above them. henry quickly pressed the button to the power as the room suddenly dimmed down. "okay... that should be it" bendy was still crossing his arms while muttering "don't say i did'int warn ya..." henry looked at him with an confused look "what was that?" bendy quickly shutted up "nothing!" Henry noticed ink sprouting out of the boris corpse as he looked midly disgusted by it as he walked off with bendy following "come on henry you gotta hear me out!" henry payed him no mind as he stepped over the pipe "henry please!" it was too late bendy knew as they saw the ink machine room now boarded up  "what the..." he said as he walked closer and closer until he about an inch to the boards when suddenly something slapped him "H E N R Y" henry looked horrorfied as bendy helped him up and dragged him "what in the hell is that?!" henry yelled out "questions later! RUNNING NOW!" modern said as the two ran and ran as the ink demon roared and broke out of the boards and chased the two down. it wasn't long when he leaped foward slashing henry by the leg from behind as the animator fell. bendy looked in horror and quickly distracted the ink demon by slamming an chair. the ink demon hissed in annoyance and punched bendy hard in the stomach and threw him aside. it noticed henry trying to crawl away as it's unmoving grin grew wider as it grabbed henry by the leg and threw him at the pouring ink like wall barrier hearing an thud like crashing sound as henry was thrown to it and crashing onto crates. henry weakly pulled out the strange knife but he was thrown yet again out of the ink pouring wall as he hit the wall with an thud. the ink demon walked towards henry as it raised it's claws but then something slammed into the inky beast. it was bendy but he was different for one he was taller and ink was covering his face. he roared and kept clawing at the ink demon with his clawed hand as henry got up and slowly ran towards the door. the ink demon grabbed bendy and threw him at henry the two falling through an hole in the floor as the ink demon watched them fall from the upper floor to sammy's floor, he walked off taking the long way. Henry got up slowly while holding his side as the knife was foreceally stabbed into his stomach during the fall. he slowly got up while holding the wound as he slowly drained the ink well. suprised to see bendy still up and about but in a daze "H....HENRY?" he asked "y-yeah bud i’m still here" he said wincing "c-can you.... t-turn back?" he asked him as he nodded and reverted back to his toon form. after minutes of walking and draining the valves that made it to an clear room. henry cleaned again the wall with the "THE CREATOR LIED TO US" message as he bit down on an strange looking object that seem to be a gun as he pulled out the knife as he grunts in pain. bendy was now worried more "i-im alright buddy... j-just gotta.... take it slow" he said as he putted the object away and the knife back in his belt loop as he looked towards the axe and picked it up "this will come in handy" he said as he carefully made an path for him and bendy. when they arrived in a room suddenly the path behind them caves into the ink "h-henry!" bendy said as henry suddenly had an headache as he dropped the axe when he stepped onto the pentagram flashes of visions filled his mind as he couldn’t handle it as he passed out with bendy running to his aid in a hurry.