#honestly baby bendy is what Joey wanted

[carolingarts]

The cycle resets. They are all reborn and in this case once she - (she, she- the abomination made of God and the devil whose name he has forgotten) is there to welcome back Henry the interloper and so called savior but she has-

The creature is small. He comes up to his knee. He's closer to the woman (Audrey, her name is Audrey) but he is...

("I can't work under these conditions Jack!"

Jack adjusts his hat and rubs at the back of his neck.

"I know. I know. Listen...")

He asked for a projector to watch the creature's footwork. The truest light shines the brightest and looking up to the swell of music...

"Bendy do you want to shake hands?"

He resists the urge to fall to his knees. He wants to and what's worse is he can tell his flock is behind him staring curiously. Henry looks sad- yes. That's sad. He remembers sad.

"We had a deadline..." one of the lost ones speaks, "Joey wanted him on a.. was it a horse?"

"A hospital." One of the females speak, "I...Alice wore white. And a hat..." she tries to mold the ink on her head into a hat, "Alice- Alice-" one of the others reaches for her.

He can't stop staring.

("Norman. Cue the projector."

Whistle a happy tune.

"And a one, two, three, four-")

The creature- Bendy- gently shuffles his feet in a little circle before beaming. (He's trying to dance.)

Sammy rises.

"Where are you going?" Audrey blinks, "Where are you...you..."

("Everyone to your seats please. Caroline Tighten your strings. Thank you.")

He is Sammy. He is not Sammy. He was Sammy. Looking back at Audrey he mutters.

"Bring him."

She and Bendy exchange glances, "Mr. Lawrence..."

"Bring him!" The words are screamed. He cannot convey desperate. Not anymore, "...please." He hopes she understands.

The music department is a trek and some of the lost ones are following him. He doesn't know why-

(Laughing, joking, supporting one another through song after song...)

It's Bendy that follows, wary, he can hear the squish squish of him. The lost ones shuffling behind him stare warily at the department door. You do not go in here. This is his place. Straightening, he gestures.

"In."

They stop and mutter.

"In!"

They shuffle in. Others crowd the doorway, he can sense them, feel them. Some of the lost ones look confused at their sides. There are things there, things that should be there. Cases, with things-

One rises and seems to struggle, to visibly struggle, looking to the prophet for escape and reprieve before it's legs solidify more. It's fingers harden. It can't smile but it does walk Jerry to the wall to pick up a...violin.

("I used to play for my father." The lost one shuffles back with it, lovingly, "he was a violinist too.")

The others draw strength from this and rise. One sits behind the piano and Audrey has a hand over her mouth and goddamnit Henry looks like he wants to cry. He can't cry - they're on a deadline. (YOU LEFT US!)

"Bendy?" Sammy adjusts his mask. Norman should-

Norman is not here.

"Center stage?"

The creature toddles forward and collapses. The lost ones, there are flickers of smiles. As they should the LORD brings smiles and the LORD brings joy and...

"Please." He will never be Sammy sammy is long dead but he was once maybe, "please. Just this once. Reward me."

The little creatue stares, then jams it's train in it's mouth. The orchestra however is ready. They are eager, they are fighting against the horror of their lives and it will be hell later but now...

Bendy lifts one foot. Then the other.

Tap tap tap.

Sammy hears a triangle. Then a gurgling flute that dissolves into a melody.

Tap tap tap.

It's broken, discordant.

"Stop! Stop we haven't done this in awhile and we will not upset our-" (LORD HIS NAME IS LORD).

".....star." God he can't hold on much longer horror eats at his mind, "something simple. Something slow."

This time it's the flute again, than a piccolo. Then a spooky violin. Bendy shivers but the music comes in that's Boris's cue he's going to bendy he looked at the script...

Bendy trips again and a horn let's out a loud toot that makes the audience of monsters (men. Men and women. His department.) The demon grins and extends a hand to Audrey

Sammy wants to growl but when she's on the stage the band surrounding her they begin to spin and Sammy...

Sammy...

"Fluted and Violin." His mouth works and he feels horror creep closer he has no face no face- "give me a jig?"

"Sam? You want us to come in-"

"DON'T INTERRUPT PHIL-" sammy Lawrence screams it, "Let's just...get through this..."

"Deadline..." the violinist begins to mutter, "Deadline Deadline DEAD...DEAD-"

"Someone handle Louise?" He wants to finish this, bendy owes him, "again from the top?"

"Sam ..." Henry is smiling, "you mind if I draw it?"

"I don't give a damn what you do." Samuel Lawrence looks pained, "give me something with...with flowers?".

The two stare and Henry nods, opening up a notebook.

He thinks maybe if...if it takes another cycle maybe they could get Alice. Maybe. An Alice. A tortured artist is a damned artist for they are men who have seen heaven but the only ones who are worthy to see it are angels.

He sees it again. He wishes he could smile.

And it is a testament to arts, to the artist, that for a few brief moments there is music, there is heaven in hell.

[rayofmisfortune]

Throwing this ask over for if you ever want to ramble about Bendy ✨/nf (we are getting fed lately, 3 more games??? A movie??? Ink demon at a rave??? What???)

BENDY RAMBLE PERMISSION? OH HECK YEA!!

We are SO getting fed! I can't wait for what the games have in store for us. With The Cage supposed to release some time this year ANS THE MOVIE??? OH DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT!

I love the Bendy series to bits. Like actually

I've been keeping up with it since chapter 3 of BATIM- haven't read any of the books sadly but that can be excused right???

ANYWAY

The Cage is supposed to be a look behind the scenes at what happened on the other side of things while Audrey was busy explaining the concept of personal space to Wilson, if I remembee right? Also supposed to be darker and gorrier SUPER EXCITED FOR THAT

Then... in Secrets of the Machine we get teasers for B3ndy and Bendy Silent Town...

I hope B3ndy's gonna pick up on where BATDR left off, Gent taking away the Ink Machine to GOD KNOWS WHERE??? With Bendy now being out in the real world... it begs the question of who the role of big bad and smiling (traumatized, very much traumatized) will fall on... As for who we may play as.... maybe it could be this Riley Wells (hope I got the surname right) character we found out about in Secrets of the Machine? They ended up being a GENT employee so it's not completely out the question? They were employed at Joey Drew Studios before but- got fired because their ideas were too grotesque and dark for Joey's liking (EXCUSE THEM for having trauma you entrepreneur a-hole).

As for Bendy Silent Town... I feel like that game may be a look at mayhaps the genre of Bendy cartoons Riley had scripted? As I said, their ideas were dark. And what is Silent Town? A complete turn to the left at what Bendy games are. Unsure if the hand in the teaser image is Bendy's but- the char has a revolver named Alice FJFJ does that say anything? I dunno! Fjfjfj Getting to shoot cartoon bad guys in a cartoon tho? Aw heck yea! I suck at shooters but I'm willing to try my hand at one if it's Bendy

This is getting long lmfao

AH I haven't realized, but Secrets of the Machine came out on 4/14 (cuz- not american, use a different date format heh) which is the last loop that took place before Wilson or Audrey right? Some significance there

Oml I'm gonna fall into rambling about Bendy and the Ink Demon aren't I?

When you break all the cutouts in Secrets of the Machine, you get instakilled by the Ink Demon. Which. Deserved. I ended up doing that a lot cuz I didn't KNOW what I was supposed to do??? And destroying the cutouts was the quickest way out nfjfjc sorry Benders I promise it wasn't personal.

Anywho- yea it's been over a year YET I'M STILL NOT OVER HOW THE INK DEMON LITERALLY HAD BEEN TORTURED BY THE KEEPERS??? Like- YOU CAN'T JUST THROW THAT AT ME AND NOT EXPECT ME TO WEEP LIKE A BABY- My man's gone through literal hell even before he's been carelessly thrown into the machine "because he was imperfect" my ass, I bet the worst he ever did while in the Real world was walk around and be curious about everything while the only thing decisively threatening about him was his appearance... WHICH ALSO he had nothing to do with??? That's all on Joey and GENT for fucking up and only looking at the outside and not the inside. Is it obvious how much I need this guy to have a happy life?? He has a chance for that with Audrey now which I'm honestly so damn glad for nfnfnc Poor guy had been forced to follow a predetermined script where he was cast as the villain... tbf.. wouldn't anyone end up embracing that role when they've had to go through it for hundreds of loops?? I'd grow tired of trying to change anything as well.

Can... can you imagine? A little scene with Audrey and Bendy in B3ndy where they're just hanging out with eachother in Audrey's apartment.... PLEASE

Ah this got long hehe nfnfjfb

ALSO still not over Henry. My favorite father figure. Pls be a dad to them I beg

I STILL DUNNO WHAT THE RAVE IS ABT 😭😭 Haven't seen anything abt it YET- BUT AYYYYY

AND OML YEA THE MOVIE PLEASE GIB SOME BEFORE THE INK WORLD SNIPPETS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?? Could you imagine? Just- getting to see how the studio was before it all went to hell??? I- GETTING TO SEE THE PROGRESS ON THE INK MACHINE??? MAYBE EVEN BENDY'S CREATION????? And and oml SAMMY before he went "My Lord, My Saviour, coocoo in the head" THE VAST WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES

[randomeanonjustwatching]

For some reason my mind wanted hcs on romantic bendy with his childhood friend now loving darling.

Ps. You can't tell me bendy gave Child!Darling flowers whenever he can. He seems like that type, probably copying Thomas Connor when he's with Allison.

Bendy with his future lover

Joey had taken him outside for the first time.

And he saw you.

And completely started blushing.

He honestly thinks you're the prettiest girl he ever met.

And so when you walk up and say hi, all you get in return is a small 'Eh?!"

But you do get to be good friends though.

Just Bendy completely blushes from your smile alone.

Sammy teases him for it.

Then Bendy yells at Sammy.

But as you get older, (lets say around the age of 10)

Bendy just freaking dies from how hot you seem to him.

He tried to flirt with you once, and failed.

And when you flirted with him, he got a bloody nose and fainted (like from one of those animes?)

You hug him, he melts.

Freaking just melts in your arms.

He gave you a bunch of lillies for your birthday, (which also started the song "lillies") and you loved them.

He loves it when you laugh.

The first time he purred around you, you called him a kitty and he just started flipping blushing.

After you disappear (going into the lost and found au) he gets so mentally depressed he goes to the point of not eating.

His temper also gets short, and he's snapped at Boris multiple times before Alice would step in.

Sammy then also disappeared, causing Bendy to fall down worse than you could imagine.

Joey was horrible to him for not doing good in shows, Alice turned vicious, and Boris didn't understand.

And Bendy turned into the vicious monster he was.

Years later, you find the studio.

And enter the inky realm.

Your first encounter with baby Bendy.

He just started crying and ran at you.

You pick him up and cradle the poor guy, please he needs it.

But your relationship starts blossoming.

He tries to be quiet. Like, to the point where he doesn't need to talk.

But you told him it was okay to talk, and he started talking to you a lot.

He likes you pinning him to the walls whenever he says something stupid (aka he thinks it's hot)

And most importantly, he calls you darling, and you call him dear.

(I tried to make this a half explanation kind of thing, it was just what was running through my head.)

[mwolf0epsilon]

If you could remake batim into an outlast/resident evil type survival horror game, what would be your ambitions for the characters/creatures?

Someone's been studying my taste in horror games, good call Anon.

Honestly if I could remake Bendy and the Ink Machine into a more intense horror game I'd definitely take aspects from resident evil, but would keep the shock value to a minimum.

I consider BATIM as more of a subtle horror deal. With exposition being a little more Bioshock-y in terms of piecing together the story through audio logs and exploring the environment. Visual horror is good stuff for giving your mind space to piece stuff together, and fill in the general gaps to our own ability. I like exploring nooks and crannies, so imagining the horrors of Joey Drew Studios through bits and pieces I caught in my peripherals would absolutely make me embelish it more than what we're actually given in canon, so scenery and storytelling visual cues are a must to allow for a good theorizing experience!

Of course no horror game is without some good scares and tense moments, which I can easily offer right here through a few easy picks of my favourite rouster of horror elements that could be applied to certain characters:

The Ink Demon - The Demon itself has this missed opportunity of being a bigger threat. It pops up occasionally but you end up easily overcoming your fear of it by simply knowing where the nearest miracle station is (even it's Beast form is easy to deal with by exploiting the map layout). I say make the demon more like RE2make's Mr.X with just a hint of RE3make's Nemesis, and you'd have something worthy of being feared by the whole studio. Couple that with limiting the miracle station's placement in certain zones, and increasing encounters, and you get an enemy that forces you to think quick on your feet.

The Projectionist - Remember Half-Life: Alyx's distillery? Oh yeah baby, I'm going there! Make the Projectionist as tangible a threat as Jeff. Force the player to be in close quarters with the hulking beast that is the Projectionist, without a way to fight back. Tense stealth zones can do wonders if you know where to place them in a game. Eliminate the Butcher Gang stealth mechanic in favour of actually trying to navigate a zone where you need to be spacially aware, otherwise you'll get a very angry Projector man on your case. And for the love of god give us options on how to deal with him besides a Tommy gun that we might not be able to unlock.

Twisted Alice - Less protagunism on her part in one singular zone. Make her more mysterious, have her appear earlier as this unknown force that may or may not help you out at first (Think Ada Wong in RE2make or Atlas in Bioshock). Have her manipulation skills actually explored in more than a bunch of fetch quests. Make the Demon and Angel path choices more impactful (give us a way to save Buddy Boris after so much effort but maybe increase difficulty if we do so? Make it worth our time).

Sammy Lawrence - Multiple stage encounters. I don't mean just drop him in as is to fight Henry, I mean, degradated him further and further with each fight as a means to show his wavering faith and stability. The final encounter could end with him actually becoming a proper horrifying ink monster? Give him a form that fits his distorted voice in chapter 5. Look at any instalment of Resident Evil transformation sequences for reference. Don't rob Sammy of a better fight than getting his mask yeeted off and then a cheap shot from behind.

Allison and Tom - Introduce them earlier. Have them as a presence that you want to seek out to get help from. Don't just throw them in without context because, while the studio is confusing, there should be hints that they're around and surviving. Give them presence and maybe some quests to earn their trust. Trust systems can be very helpful in certain horror scenarios! It also gives room for more choices.

Bertrum Piedmont and Lacie Benton - You know what would make Bertrum's boss battle better? More stages to it! You know what could make that possible? Lacie helping her boss out for old times sakes. I've already pointed out multiple stage battles could work well, so rather than stretching them out like I suggested with Sammy, why not make Bertrum's a real amusement park experience?

Brute Boris - Provided we'd get a chance to save Buddy Boris, make the good route fight harder by having Alice construct a much more threatening version of Brute Boris out of multiple Boris clone corpses. Otherwise in the bad path you'd just need to tweak a few things, like item accessibility and environmental advantages to complete the fight.

Joey Drew - Give us the option to fight him, regardless of if we can or cannot beat him. Let us get a taste of revenge if only just briefly before being thrown back over and over again. Depending on choices the fight could be more menacing or not.

That's about it in terms of mechanics I'd employ for a reimagining of Bendy and the Ink Machine. As you can tell it's less on the Outlast front and more on the horror survival/adventure survival spectrumthat Resident Evil and Bioshock are known for.

Here's hoping BATDR is as spooky and intense as TheMeatly keeps telling us! Might make these ideas seem like child's play... Or not. We'll have to see won't we?

[blametheeditor]

Bendy vs. Henry | Round Two

Round One | Round Two | Round Three

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of death, description of a ‘death scene’. Mentions of violence. Mentions of murder. Making a deal over your death. SPOILERS

Run Down: This is a long string of shit-posts based upon ‘Bendy And The Ink Machine’ what-if’s. Today’s story, Henry potentially spoiling the end of the game while making references. May or may not be corny references. Or, one of the greatest lines in history. Certainly an iconic one, so that stands for something.

Yes, I am disappointed in-game Henry never did this, and for that we must right this wrong.

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Henry pants as he stands at the base of Bendy’s throne, the reel for ‘The End’ in hand and ready to be placed inside the projector. To end is own reel once more before repeating the entire process all over again. 

This part was always bitter sweet. He finishes the complicated game, accomplishing tasks that honestly seem impossible. And for this ending, he gets to see Joey. Yes the man is the one who trapped him, but the studio owner did have a valid point to be angry with his ex-employee. 

Maybe not trap Henry inside a never ending and hellish loop, but he has a right to be angry. 

But to get to that, he has to essentially kill Bendy. Unlike his deaths, they’re not as painful looking. The ink demon looks as if he’s being ripped apart molecule by molecule. The dancing demon doesn’t even deserve death, none the less such an agonizing way to be killed. 

The man sighs, looking over his shoulder to spot Beast Bendy standing just inside the room. 

It’s time to draw the curtain. 

Henry allows himself to pause, however, free hand moving to his head and pretend he flips a pair of sunglasses down over his eyes, the most terrible attempted at an accent used. “I’ll be bahk.”

Bendy stares at him. 

“You know? From ‘The Terminator’?” 

A growl. 

“What! You’ve never heard of ‘The Terminator’! Ever!” 

He’s growled at again and what seems to be a laugh when the man glares. “I know it’s been thirty years. I haven’t tried to reference it before, though? Haven’t heard anything?” 

Bendy waves a hand. 

“It’s about an android, robot who looks like a human, who gets sent back in time from the future to kill someone who leads the resistance against the machines. Highly recommend the movie.” 

A grunt. 

Henry crosses his arms at that. “I am technically an android. Or at least allowed to relate. I keep dying and coming back again.” He’s given an encouraging nod and a smirk. “Hey don’t judge! I’m an animator, I’m allowed to make references.” 

The beast laughs. 

“I am not a nerd.” Bendy makes another growl, forcing Henry to march down the throne’s stairs and point an accusing finger up at his creation. “On thin ice, mister. I’m not a goddamn geek, either. 

“You know what, we’re watching it.” 

Oh really? 

“Yes, really. Come on.” 

Henry wanted to relish in the fact Joey looked shocked for once as he walks back through the studio’s door. Not appearing back near his front door, from the beginning's door. But he has a mission, so all his boss gets is a wave and the man walking toward the front of the house. 

How the-? 

The older man nearly has a heart attack when a growl is heard near the door. His legs almost give out when a clawed and inky hand suddenly appears and slams onto the tile floor of the kitchen. 

“Ross!” 

“Just transform back, Bendy,” the animator’s voice calls, seemingly distracted by something and not answering to Joey’s concerned call. 

There’s a series of growls before the hand retracts. With it mumbles begin to form until a tall and limping shape ducks through the doorway and into Joey’s home. “You couldn’t have at least helped me.” 

“Stop being a baby.” The sound of things being moved around. ”Found it! Come on, Bendy!” 

Joey stares as Bendy obediently walks past the kitchen and into his living room. 

“...I’m getting too old for this.” 

“Me too, Drew,” Henry grins. He sets up the movie on the tiny T.V., hairs on the back of his neck pricking up when a shadow suddenly surrounds him. But nothing is done. He didn’t care if Bendy wanted to kill him, the demon was allowed to, but he had a feeling his creation was curious about this apparent movie. 

And he was right, evident by the inky form slowly lowering himself behind the human and next to the lounger. “Better not disappoint me.” 

“Get to kill me twice as I’m racing away after turning the machine on.” 

“Deal, *SQUEEK*” 

“Watch your language.” 

“*HONK*” 

“I mean it.” 

A pause. “*POP*” 

“I’ll turn the movie off!” 

“No, don’t, there’s color! Henry hurry up and sit your *BOING* down you’re in the way!” 

The animator doesn’t get a chance to retaliate, yelping as strong gloves grab his waist and plop him into Joey’s single chair. A few minutes pass and surprisingly Joey allows them to mess with the loop a bit. They silently promise to go back and end it properly, but right now Bendy seemed entranced by what was in front of him. 

The devil doesn’t look away from the screen. “I still get you kill you twice.” 

“Fine.” 

Current Score:

Bendy I

Henry I

Round One | Round Two | Round Three

[realm-sweet-realm]

Breaking the Time Loop chapter 7: Around and Around

After the group was reunited, Henry gave Tom his seeing tool and explained the location of the coffins. He, Boris, and Bendy set off to collect the physical remains, and Henry and Alice set off to kill Bertrum. Alice quickly noticed that Henry looked ready to punch something.

"Something wrong, Henry?" she asked.

Henry uncurled his fists, suddenly aware and rather embarrassed at how angry he seemed. "Oh, nothing. Bendy has this baby duckling thing for me. Joey told him that a creator is like a father, and, well, I'm his creator. That's all."

"You know, there's a reason why I sent you off with him. I could have just gone myself if collecting the soul was the only reason. Why don't you trust him, Henry?"

"Why's that so strange to you? You saw how he was acting. You know that everyone here either has a soul or is imprinted upon by someone. Well, is it really any wonder who his imprint is?" Vehemence crept into Henry's normally calm voice. "It's Joey! Bendy is selfish! He's manipulative! He threatened years of my progress to get his way! And yeah, he's acting friendly now, but he's just playing as an adorable toon now instead of a kindly showman! God, Alice, I just want Joey out of my life once I get out of here. I don't need a piece of him calling me 'dad!'"

"Woah, Henry, wait. Bendy doesn't have Joey's imprint. No ink creature has an imprint and a soul. What he did before might as well have been done by another person. That blank soul makes him the purest toon out of all of us. No one else's memories or personality there at all. He's just Bendy now."

     "Oh my God," Henry whispered, attempting to absorb that crazy information. Letting Bendy in wouldn't be letting a piece of Joey back into his life. Just the sweet little devil he used to draw.  

     "So it wasn't an act... Tell me, how much of his old memory does he have?"  

     "Well, this hasn't really happened before. But if I had to guess? All of it."  

     No wonder then, why Bendy was so desperate for love and a father figure. Suddenly, none of those white lies Henry had told Bendy were lies anymore.  

     "Thank you for telling me. Now, let's go kill us an octopus."  

     With that, the two set off into the room containing Bertrum Piedmont, or what was left of him. Joey, for some godforsaken reason, had fused the man with an octopus-style amusement park ride. The outside of the ride was the same sickly sepia tone as everything else in the studio, but if you looked carefully, you could see where metal ended and bloated flesh began. The only word that could describe it was "macabre".  

     "Ready?" Henry asked Alison.  

     "Ready," she replied. Henry turned on the empty tape, and Bertrum began to speak.  

     "The biggest park ever built, a centerfold of attractions, each one more grand than the one before it," came an imposing, bitter voice, "It makes my eyes come to tears at the thought. But then... Oh, Mr Drew... for a man who speaks so often of dreams, you are the true architect behind so many nightmares. You might think I'm gone, but I'M- Wait...? Who is this with you? Joey, How could you? I cannot curse you out and kill you with a lady in the room!"  

     "Well, this is convenient," Henry deadpanned to Alice. Then, the two ran forward. Henry sunk his axe through one of the arms' joint. Alice stabbed Bertrum in the cheek. The ride sprung to life, leaving Henry barely enough time to duck. He rolled over onto his stomach and looked past the spinning mechanical arms to see Alice climbing the center of the ride. She looked back.  

     "Look out! She shouted. Henry scrambled out of the way to avoid being crushed by the falling arm. Knowing that he had a few seconds, he ran to the centre of the ride. Alice grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the ride's centre. It started up again, forcing the duo to cling for dear life. They awaited the ride's stop, but it did not stop. Finally, Henry accepted that he had to crawl to the panel. Alice followed his lead.  

     "Alice, grab my legs!" Henry commanded. She hooked her legs around the center of the ride and obeyed, allowing Henry to work at the panel. With effort, he was able to heave it loose. He threw the panel off the ride, and slammed his fist on the button it revealed. The ride ground to a halt. At last, Henry allowed himself to go limp until the world stopped spinning.  

     "Damn you to Hell itself!" Bertrum shouted before going on another monologue, which the duo ignored as they climbed down. Alice gave Henry a look that said, "is he going to stop soon?"  

     "Let him talk," Henry said calmly. Bertrum eventually finished. Henry stepped forwards, getting closer and closer to Bertrum's face, including his very near-sighted eyes. "Do I look like Joey to you?" Henry asked.  

     Bertrum stared down. Though the figure before him was still a bit fuzzy, he could make out that the he was effortlessly walking towards him. Joey would have been limping without his cane. As Henry came closer still, Bertrum could recognize that the man was grey-blond and well-built, while Joey had been very thin and dark-haired. "No... You don't," Bertrum concluded.  

     "That's right. I'm not. My name is Henry Stein. I used to work here as an animator. Joey called me back. I guess that's because I used to be his closest friend, and so he thinks that I'm the one who can solve everything he messed up down here. Honestly, sometimes I consider myself just another one of his victims. But hey, I'm here, and so I might as well try to get out and leave no one behind. I want to make you Bertrum Piedmont again. What do you say?"  

     "I say, thank you very much, Henry Stein. Yes, please do."  

     "Okay, now close your eyes. This is going to hurt a moment."  

     "Don't you dare speak to me like a child!"  

     "Alright, I'll be honest, then. We need to kill you and put you through the ink machine. I'd definitely suggest closing your eyes, but it's your choice."  

     "Thank you for your honesty, but I cannot move my eyes.  I'm ready for your ritual whenever you are."  

     Henry beckoned Alice over. "Alright, let's make this quick. I'll count down from three," he said, "One, and two, and three!" on the count of three, Alice stabbed Bertrum through the eye with her sword. For good measure, Henry whacked him in the jaw with his ax, as well. He'd heard that a strong strike to the jaw was a good way to knock someone out. It seemed to be true in this case, as Bertrum was out cold. Alice reached up and captured Bertrum's soul as it escaped from him. Two down, two to go.  

[isa-ghost]

Stuff About Caspian Nobody Asked For

Caspian’s name is Caspian bc before I knew anything about him I wanted his hair blue. It spiraled into ocean jokes. He has wavy blue hair. His favorite animal is a dolphin. It goes on and on. I cant even list them all.

His middle name is Samuel. It wasnt originally when I made him. I changed it to Samuel after Sammy Lawrence from Bendy and the Ink Machine bc his boyfriend’s middle name is Drew, his first name is Joey. Joey Drew. Also funny that I made it Sammy bc Sammy made a Bendy cult and Caspian lead Anti’s cult while he was a puppet. *wipes single tear* Fucking poetry.

He’s Wiccan. :D He worships nature n stuff bc after leaving Anti and detoxing he was completely lost spiritually after all his time worshiping Anti. Its a coping mechanism and it helps him a lot.

His Wicca Altar is so,,,, so fucking big. Its an entire wall of his room. He rearranges it a lot.

He’s got an eye for interior design. When the war ends this will probs be his career.

Despite being the sweetest person in Trouble Trio, he is very bitey. Joey would know.

He’s,,, actually fucking horrifying when angry. Do not piss him off oh fuck.

He’s a Huffleclaw. Ravenpuff? One of the two.

Caspian is French-Canadian and knows French.

He’s bisexual and prefers men. Girls intimidate him for some reason but they’re still very pretty.

He’s a big brother!! He has a six year old little sister named Eva and he calls her “Petite Mademoiselle!” It means Little Miss.

His hair was very short before the war. He never got a chance to cut it but now he thinks it looks really good on him so he doesn’t bother.

He has a birthmark on his cheek under his eye. He calls it Boop bc his friends like to poke it.

His sense of style floats between grunge and hipster. He is Soft.

Honestly? He’s prob a Wine Dad.

He’s down for any music genre but rap. Even some rap songs he’s okay with. He tends to listen to alternative stuff more than anything.

Anti gave him 3 powers: Lowkey hypnotic voice that puts you in a trance when he speaks a certain way, very specific precise memory recollection if he has smth that can trigger the memory to come back to him ie: a pose, sensation or noise, and temporary red strings similar to Anti’s. They can’t corrupt people, they can control their bodies tho.

He’s lowkey a cat. Angery sometimes, cuddly, bitey, thin and agile, good at climbing,,,,,, will claim empty boxes as his new home,,,,

He’s happiest during Autumn when its still kinda warm out and he can sit in a pile of leaves by a bonfire and have hot cocoa and smores.

He fucking LOVES thunderstorms. Give him a window or otherwise safe spot to watch them? He’s a happy little Wiccan.

He mumbles in his sleep a lot. Sometimes Joey can have conversations with him. He never remembers them if Joey asks. Or he thinks it happened in his dreams.

He’s a little weirdo, he loves danger. Person looks like they might stab him? Hugs!! Dangerous lookin snake? Noodle puppy!! He’s a dingus pls don’t let him get hurt.

Very skinny boi. But damn can he hit hard, how the fuck-

He tends to sing/hum to himself and sway when he’s focused on smth. Sometimes he accidentally hypnotizes anyone in earshot.

Fuck your gender roles, he likes styling hair, including his own, doing people’s makeup, and painting his nails. Yeah, he’s the more flamboyant feminine gay in the relationship.

He has a strange interest in bones and dead things. Its not unhealthy, he just likes studying what it looks like. He finds bones a lot on forest trail walks, he has them decorating his Altar.

He is very good with kids. He will make up a pretend game and play with them. Nineteen years old my ass, he’s still a child at heart. He’s too pure for this world we don’t deserve him.

I’ma cut the list here. Anyway Caspian is Baby(tm).

[drewgod]

♡ uvu

JOEY DREW STUDIOS PRESENTS : PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME ! ( starring: @wingslcst ! )

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

conclusion: A BABY….. i hand you a bad toon dad, honestly. we definitely have to plot sometime, just because joey’s dynamic with an alice would be interesting and i’m !!! 8) on the prospect. ( especially since on your meme, you bolded ‘other’ for enemies, so i’m … v. curious. ) feel free to hop into my dms anytime to work stuff out, yo! i’ve spent a lot of time thinking and tinkering over joey and bendy, but this is a whole other boulevard i’d love to explore! 

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Has.. concept bendy ever got bullied by Joey for his looks If so then how will the ink mama deal with it °^°

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if that did happen, I mean mama Bendy’s already gotten shit for being a “weird abomination” and having something “unworldly” about him. Joey wouldn’t be any nicer to baby Bendy, since he probably thinks baby is as much of a failure/monstrosity as mama and wants them both locked up

How would ink mama deal with Joey’s bullying, you ask? Joey walks into his office one day and finds it completely trashed, mama Bendy sitting amongst the chaos while holding baby Bendy and looking menacing as hell. Taking up an entire wall is a message written in ink “THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR CALLING MY BABY UGLY”

ink mama ain’t having none of the shit XDD

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#SamLives - Chapter 7

“A Study In Belief”

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“What was it you were saying about belief, on the phone?”

With all the stress of what had happened in the apartment, Mark had suggested he and Jack go out and grab lunch somewhere in Brighton. Jack, of course, had vehemently agreed. So here they were, currently hiding away in the corner of some coffee shop, eating sandwiches and - in Jack’s case - drinking coffee like he might just die if he didn’t. Mark had brought the mesh pet carrier along, so every few minutes he could sneak bits of food in for Tim to munch on while Jack did the same with Sam in his pocket.

“…how the hell does Sam even eat?” Mark had asked, to which Jack had just shrugged.

“Absorbs it, sort of. I dunno. I stopped tryin’ to make sense of him the day I found out he can fly.”

“He can FLY?!”

And, oh, the looks they had received after that outburst…

“Belief?” Mark repeated, slipping another piece of his crust to Tim. He snickered. “You mean when I was trying to draw parallels between life changing events and a videogame?”

“Yeah, that,” Jack chuckled a little himself. “You were talkin’ about Bendy, right? Joey Drew? His whole insane monologue with belief and cheating death an’ stuff?”

“Well it wasn’t that insane…”

“It was a little insane. I’m pretty sure he started a cult.”

“Okay, yes, in that context it was pretty nuts. But – hey, don’t laugh! This is some serious shit!”

Jack tried to stifle his laughter, hiding his grin behind his cup of coffee even as he saw Mark trying to do the same.

“Sorry!” he giggled. “Sorry, continue with your serious shit. I’m listening.”

“Thank you!”

Mark sighed dramatically as a waitress walked past their table, making a big show of gesturing at Jack with both hands.

“This guy! Never lets me get a word in edgewise, always making fun of me! Worst friend ever.”

“Hey, I’m your best friend, you said so yourself,” Jack retorted while the waitress giggled to herself. “Now get on with your “belief” rant. I’m waiting.”

“Okay! Okay!” Mark rolled his eyes and leaned forward across the table, lowering his voice for dramatic effect.

“Belief. It can do amazing, impossible things. It can bring together hoards of people or help a single man reach stardom. With enough belief a lone YouTuber might even be able to reach the highest shelf in the kitchen even though he’s always been too damn short to get to it–”

“Is there a point to all this?” Jack was really fighting laughter now. “By Jaysus…”

“Sorry, serious face. Serious shit.” Mark tried to pass off a laugh as a cough and took a sip from his coffee, smiling all the while. “Actually serious this time. I promise.”

“Thank God.”

“Okay. So.” Mark glanced around to make sure nobody at the nearby tables was listening in before starting. “So in Bendy and the Ink Machine, Joey Drew was talking about how belief can do impossible things. Like, just belief, by itself.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Jack nodded, holding his steaming cup of coffee beneath his face to warm himself up a little. “I’ve played it before. A lot, actually.”

“Just so you could hear your own voice in the game,” Mark scoffed.

“Hey! No! That is not the only reason!” Jack protested, pointing a finger accusingly at Mark. “Serious shit, remember?”

“Yeah, okay, serious shit.” Mark schooled his expression. “Anyway. Tim showed up a few years ago. At the time, it scared the shit out of me, because how the hell do you explain to somebody that your imaginary character from YouTube suddenly came to life in the middle of your recording session and you have no idea how or why he’s there?”

“I feel ya,” Jack muttered knowingly, passing another piece of sandwich into his pocket for Sam.

“Right. So he showed up and I just kind of…accepted it? Because he’s my little biscuit, and he was so scared and nervous, and how could I leave him alone when he needed me? And it wasn’t like he was causing trouble. It was like suddenly having a…well, a pet, kind of. Or a baby, but less needy.”

“A familiar?” Jack murmured into his coffee, taking a sip.

“YES! Yes, exactly!” Mark snapped and pointed at Jack, nodding. “That’s exactly what it’s like! So, ya know, there was nothing bad about it. So I never really got around to figuring out how he came to be. But then…” Mark lowered his voice and ran a hand through his hair, glancing around. Double checking. Jack started bouncing his knee beneath the table, his nerves getting the best of him. “…weird things started happening, more recently. And I mean like - in the past six or seven months, recently. Before I even knew Sam existed.”

“What kinds of weird things?” Jack asked tensely.

Mark opened his mouth, closed it, and stared down into his drink. He didn’t speak for a moment, the brief pause filled only be the sound of dishes clinking and the soft babble of other conversations carrying through the cafe. Sam shifted in Jack’s hoodie pocket, getting more comfortable.

Then Mark cleared his throat and shook his head, his train of thought changing for a moment.

“I’ve…er…been thinking about it a lot more recently. Why Tim even exists, I mean.” Mark swallowed thickly. “With the things I’ve been seeing, I’ve had my suspicions for a few months now, but nothing solid ever came of it on my end. I never had proof. So when you called me about Anti…well I knew I had to be right, or at least thinking in the right direction.”

“What th’ hell are you talkin’ about?” Jack asked. His words came out a little more sharply than he intended, and Mark winced. Brown eyes raised to lock onto blue.

“…the truth is, I don’t think Anti is the only one who exists now,” Mark told him. He sounded hesitant, as though a little scared to even say it.

“Who else do you think exists?” Jack asked. “Besides Sam and Tim and Anti, I mean.”

“Dark.”

“Darkiplier?” Jack hissed, and Mark shushed him quickly, looking around. Jack lowered his voice to a loud whisper and leaned forward across the table. “Darkiplier? Like, wears a suit, red-and-blue, creepy evil-you Darkiplier?”

“What other Darkiplier would I be referring to?” Mark whispered back sharply, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Yes, Darkiplier! Evil-Me!”

“Darkiplier and A...Antisepticeye. Holy fuckin’ hell…” Jack sank back in his chair and dragged a hand over his face, his exhaustion seeping through to the surface. “Christ almighty. Both of ‘em. This…this is ridiculous…”

A little hysterical giggle escaped him. It slowly built into a distressed groan and he let out a few dramatic, fake, whining sobs.

“Maaaark, we’re gonna diiiiie….” He folded his arms on the table and let his head fall onto them with a muffled thump. He whimpered dramatically. “Th’ hell are we supposed to do noooow?” He dragged his head up just enough to look at Mark’s face through his hair. “…you’re sure he’s actually real?”

Mark had been watching the entire display with an expression that fell between tense nervousness and humor-lined disbelief.

“About ninety percent,” he shrugged, still keeping his voice down. “I keep…hearing my own voice when I’m getting a drink in the middle of the night. Or I keep seeing red and blue out of the corner of my eye. Things keep moving from their spot when I’m not looking, and I know it’s not just Amy moving things and not telling me because it happens between glances when nobody else is in the room. It’s weird.”

“You haven’t actually seen him though?” Jack asked, confused, his chin resting on his arms now. “The...er...the glitch has been showin’ face as often as possible, jus’ not when I’m actually looking. The stream last night was the first time he…”

Jack trailed off and looked away, gripping his own arms tightly to keep the memory at bay. Sam sent a little mental hug along through his thoughts and Jack was more than grateful for it.

“Yeah, I know,” Mark said softly. There was understanding in his tone and he quickly tried to move forward in the conversation.

“See that’s the thing,” he said enthusiastically, leaning forward across the table. “Dark and Anti are different. They’re both - well, evil, I guess. But they’re different people, different characters. Anti seems to like a spectacle. He likes being seen, and he wants as many people to see him on screen as possible. He seems to like showing off. Which…I mean, it’s just a theory–”

“A game theory?” Jack muttered automatically, and Mark blew a raspberry at him.

“No. Shut up.” He blinked, glanced away. “…where was I?”

“It’s just a theory?” Jack suggested with a soft smirk.

“…yeeeaaaah,” Mark nodded slowly, then quicker when he found his train of thought again. “Yeah! Okay. So it’s just a theory, but I think that’s why he’s only been showing up in your videos but not anywhere else. Not yet anyway.”

“He’s been in my videos more than I’ve been uploading actually,” Jack told him, shifting in his seat and resting his head sideways on his arms now. He watched the steam rise from his coffee cup on the table. “I think I mentioned before...I kept cuttin’ him out before sending stuff to Robin because I didn’t want people to think I was plannin’ anything. I���ve got stuff coming up next month but…not yet.”

“Oh yeah, Anti mentioned that when he showed up last night,” Mark muttered. It sounded like he was thinking. “He didn’t sound too happy about you taking him out of your videos. That’s probably why he made such a scene on the stream. He had a hell of an audience.”

“What about Dark?” Jack asked, trying to switch gears. He really didn’t want to think about the stream right now, didn’t want to talk about it. His throat was still sore from what Anti had done to him.

“Dark’s more subtle,” Mark said quietly. “He works behind the scenes. He doesn’t deal with face-to-face conflict as much. He mostly sticks to the shadows. I mean, I gave him his backstory, I should know this.” Jack heard him pause. “…honestly, it makes me wonder if ‘Who Killed Markiplier’ wasn’t a horrible, horrible idea.”

“…why?” Jack sat up, frowning, looking up at Mark…and he was a little surprised to see the genuine worry that had set in across Mark’s face. He was dragging a hand over his mouth and staring down at his plate, lost in thought, a worried crease furrowing his brow.

“Mark? You okay man?”

“I was talking about belief before,” Mark said after a long moment, his hand falling into his lap. “It’s the theory I have for why Sam and Tim exist, and it’s the same theory that applies to Anti and Dark.”

“You still haven’t explained what you meant by that.”

“How many subscribers do you have?”

The question threw Jack for a moment and he stared at Mark in baffled silence before answering.

“…what? Uh…I dunno, ‘bout eighteen million.”

“Eighteen million people,” Mark repeated. “And how many of them probably know who Sam is?”

“A lot of ‘em. Almost all of them, most likely.”

“And Anti?”

“Not as many, but…I mean still, the number’s in the millions.”

“That’s a lot of people, all centered around one YouTube channel, all looking for another sign of Anti showing up. All drawing art or making little plushies for Sam. A lot of them probably want to believe it’s real even though logic tells them it isn’t.”

“…what are you saying?” Jack asked slowly, still trying to follow Mark’s explanation. Mark looked up, worry still etched in his gaze.

“I don’t know how, but I think…having that many people thinking about the same thing, believing the same thing? I think it’s powerful enough to make it real.”

An inexplicable chill ran down Jack’s spine.

“…that’s…that’s insane….” he breathed, shaking his head.

“Is it though?” Mark insisted, still trying to keep his voice low. “Think about it! Sam showed up how long ago? A few years ago, right?” Jack nodded mutely. “Same as Tim. Back then, they were the only real characters that had any sort of solidity on our channels! The fan base made Darkiplier and Antisepticeye, but it wasn’t until after we made them real that they started showing up in the real world. Weird stuff started happening around the time my friends and I had the idea for ‘Who Killed Markiplier’. It was after ‘A Date With Markiplier’, and after ‘Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye’. Like, not long after the second one, actually. Which I thought was kind of weird at the time but…I mean I figured it was nothing. Except…I don’t think that’s the case anymore…”

Somebody dropped a plate back in the kitchen and both Jack and Mark jumped, two pairs of wide eyes flying toward the source of the disturbance. Jack let out a shaking breath and sank in his chair, letting out a quiet groan.

“God…the stress an’ fear is gonna kill me long before that glitch manages to do it.”

“Tell me about it,” Mark muttered. He was gripping the table’s edge so tightly his knuckles were white.

“Mark…?”

Tim’s voice sounded quietly from inside his carrier and Mark ducked a little so he could see into it.

“What’s up buddy?”

Jack tossed a glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody was looking their way.

“You okay?” Tim asked softly. “You sound scared.”

“Yeah of course I’m okay,” Mark murmured hurriedly. He rested his hand on the front edge of the carrier’s opening and Jack saw a tiny mitten-shaped hand poke out from the shadows. He smiled softly. “Don’t worry buddy. Ol’ Markimoo just got scared by a plate. Kinda silly, right?”

“Super silly.”

Tim giggled from his hiding spot and Mark shushed him softly, chuckling to himself a bit and looking around. Nobody was paying them any mind. After letting the pair have a few moments of comfort, Jack cleared his throat.

“What were you talking about before?” he asked in an undertone. Mark tore his eyes away from the pet carrier to look at Jack again. His smile slowly fell.

“…oh, right.” He kept one hand at the carrier’s opening as he continued his explanation. “I thought it was a little weird, how strange things started to happen around me after we made that Anti vs Dark video. An entire video dedicated, rather jokingly, to our dark alter egos, and then I start seeing weird things? Hearing things? But looking back it makes a lot of sense.” He jabbed his finger toward his phone, which was sitting on the table. “That’s when the fanbase got a spike in Dark and Anti interest. The amount of hype that video got was ridiculous.”

“It got a lot of attention from Septiplier shippers too,” Jack pointed out, snickering a little. Mark opened his mouth, closed it, and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, yeah, that too,” he agreed. He was trying not to smile. “But regardless. Anti and Dark were getting a lot more attention all of a sudden. Dark only showed up first because he’s been around for longer.”

“Okay, woah, wait,” Jack help up a hand. “I’m stoppin’ you right there. I brought my evil alter-ego into my videos for the entire month of October back in 2016. ‘Say Goodbye’ was his, like, big reveal. You didn’t start usin’ Dark in your videos until ‘A Date With Markiplier’.” He pointed at Mark. “An’ trust me, I know my shit, because I got a ton of messages from people askin’ if I was pissed about you copyin’ me.”

“Copying you?!” Mark spluttered. “What the hell? No! Nonono!” He scooted his chair closer to the table. “Okay. Rewind, back to the beginning of my entire YouTube career. I used to make these random creepy short videos for fun when I first started on YouTube, and that’s where the whole “Darkiplier” thing came from. Those videos were around waaaay before you even got your little boost from Felix.”

Jack laughed.

“Excuse me, are we makin’ jabs about channel popularity now?”

“Well – no, I only meant – Dark was a thing way before Anti was, okay? That’s all I’m saying!”

“But you just had to slip in that little “boost from Felix” comment didn’t ya?”

Jack was fighting off laughter now, snickering to himself, and he could see Mark was doing the same.

“Well sorry! Geez! Just trying to make a point sorry if I hurt your feelings.” Mark scoffed and folded his arms over his chest, being dramatic, tossing his hair in a show of sass. “Whatever, man.”

“God, you’re such a drama queen!” Jack finally let out, laughing openly and leaning back in his chair. He heard a small giggle from Sam in his head too. “Fine, okay, point made. Moving on. Lord above, we’re horrible at staying on topic…”

“We’re the worst,” Mark agreed, chuckling a little. It built into a fuller laugh and he ruffled a hand through his hair, fixing his floof. “Sorry. Serious shit, right?”

“Yeah, heh,” Jack nodded, grinning. “Serious shit. Okay.”

“What I meant,” Mark planted both palms on the table, “was that Darkiplier had more buildup than Anti did by the time Dark started showing up. Because Darkiplier spawned from years of me posting creepy content at random intervals, his creation was a slower progression than what you did with Anti. Dark’s early appearances weren’t planned the way your Halloween event was. But when I uploaded two videos within four months of each other that both features Dark as a main character, then I hinted at having plans for Friday the 13th, it really isn’t any surprise that the fanbase got a little hooked on the idea of him showing up again.”

“Okay, fair point,” Jack nodded. He sipped at his now-chilled coffee and made a face. He’d have to get another fresh cup soon. “So what about the...er...glitch?”

“I thought about that too,” Mark nodded. “That video you made for Halloween, where he killed you? That was his first appearance on your channel. That whole month was about him. So that more than makes up for the fact that he didn’t exist in your videos before then. And then you did nothing with him for a while, no hints or anything. Then we made ‘Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye’, and even though it was a joke it gained a lot of attention. Then….” Mark paused and frowned. “What was it you did next?”

“It was two months between that one and ‘Kill Jacksepticeye’,” Jack muttered. “There weren’t any hints leading up to that either. I just thought it’d be a cool video, so I filmed it as if my doctor persona was trying to save me from A...Anti. Which…didn’t go well, because I died in the game.”

This entire conversation would have been rather hilarious in another context, in a context where Anti wasn’t a very real, very tangible threat. Jack probably would have laughed at the silliness of his own wording.

“Doctor…what’s his name?” Mark asked. “Sheeple?”

“Dr. Henrik Von Schneeplestien,” Jack smirked a little, putting on the accent for show. “Zhe very best surgeon, 100% real doctor. Everybody knows zhat he is vonderful at his job~” He winked.

Mark snorted.

“Oh my god, is that really how he acts?”

“Oh yeah,” Jack nodded, grinning a little, his mood lifting in the moment. “It’s a little ridiculous but, god, he’s fun to play.”

“What happened in the video?”

“Schneep didn’t save me, like I said,” Jack shrugged. “He got corrupted by Anti and…well, he didn’t die. I played it off like he did, but he didn’t, because I’m plannin’ on bringing him back. Then Anti said he’d be back again soon and that’s the last I did with him.”

“Really?” Mark frowned, looking confused. “But there’s all this hype on Tumblr right now, about Anti and Doctor…Sheep-guy.” Jack rolled his eyes at the name. “What’s that about?”

“Just fanbase hype, I guess,” Jack shrugged. “The game I was playing had dates in it – I mean in the actual gameplay – and people keep sayin’ things like… “Ohhh, it’s March 5th, that’s the day Jack died in the game, ohhhh he must be plannin’ something–” …but I didn’t even pay attention to those dates honestly.” He chuckled a little, scratching at the back of his head. “I’ve been messin’ with people though, because of it. There was this whole ‘WHERE IS DOCTOR SCHNEEP’ meme goin’ ‘round, so I kept making references to doctors in my videos. Figured it’d be fun to mess with the community a little.”

The Irishman was grinning all the while, more than just enjoying the fact that he was setting his own community on fire and pouring gasoline over the flames.

“That’s what did it.”

“…hm?” Jack brought his focus back to center and found Mark chewing on his thumb with that same thoughtful look on his face, the one that Jack was beginning to associate with deep, complex problem solving. “What did what?”

“That…that theory hype. The anniversary of your ‘death’,” he made air quotes. Something occurred to him in that moment and his entire expression changed, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open in a gasp. “OH! Ohohoh! And Sam! #SamLives! Oh, my god, how did I not see that before…?”

“What th’ hell are you on about now?” Jack asked flatly, suddenly very aware of the little eyeball who was shifting in his hoodie pocket.

“People were already hyped about Anti before Sam showed up in your video, right?” Mark said, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Right??”

“Right, yes,” Jack stammered out quickly. “What about it?”

“And then Sam’s there, and suddenly Sam exists, and #SamLives goes trending and –”

And suddenly Jack caught on, his own eyes widening almost comically.

“Oh my god.”

“See???”

“Oh my god!” Jack clutched at his hair with both hands, the revelation leaving his mind whirling. “People believed that Sam was real, so they started to wonder–”

“If Anti couldn’t be real too!” Mark finished for him, leaning so far forward in his seat it was a wonder he hadn’t fallen out of it. “People always want the egos - the personas - whatever, our characters to really exist so they can meet them. And despite all logic pointing toward them being fictional–”

“There’s enough belief there and enough people with that belief to make it real and – holy shit, I accidentally used YouTube to bring a demon to life.”

“…okay, yes, that’s probably true, but – but still! Dude! DUDE! This is insanely cool! Horrifying and terrifying and fucking insane but also so fucking cool!”

“Oh Gooood…” Jack dropped his face into his hands and let out a muffle grumble. “…fuck my life. We’re talkin’ about some demon-glitch-bitch who wants ta kill me an’ my best friend thinks it’s cool.”

“Hey, woah, I didn’t say it wasn’t bad,” Mark quickly corrected. “It’s pretty bad! It’s…really, really bad. But–” He glanced around, then leaned forward and lowered his voice. “But Jack – Seán – we’re talking about something impossible here. Something that can’t be explained away by science, even with all the logic we’ve managed to attach to it. These characters shouldn’t even exist, but somehow they do. Tell me that doesn’t at least sound a little bit amazing to you?”

Jack didn’t deign to reply, instead letting out another muffle groan and rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands. After a long moment of silence he sighed and pushed away from the table, standing up and holding out his hand to Mark.

“...I should call my Ma. I texted her earlier but…I just...I wanna hear her voice.”

Mark watched him for a few seconds before nodding. He dug around in his pockets and brought out Jack’s phone, which he’d been holding onto since they left the apartment. He held it out for Jack to take and there was a brief moment, a very brief and very tense moment, during which neither of them was sure if the Irishman would actually grab the phone. Jack’s hand was shaking a little, his mouth pressed into a thin line, his expression stiff. Then he plucked it from Mark’s hand before he could change his mind.

Technology, it seemed, was becoming a newfound fear of his, and not one he thought would ever exist for him. His life was technology. His livelihood and his income spawned from technology…but so too had his newfound greatest fear. His greatest threat.

Jack swallowed thickly, nodded to Mark with a shaking smile, and stepped just outside the cafe to make the call. His back pressed against the cool brick of the building and he let his head fall back against the wall, eyes closed and phone held to his ear with a still-shaking hand. All the while Sam sat curled up in his pocket and gentle soothing waves of thoughts and comfort crossed through their mental link. Jack took a breath.

“Ma? Hey...y-yeah...yeah, I’m fine. What? No, nothing happened...I just miss you. I love you too…”

[A/N] Back from con! Sorry for the delay in getting this one posted, but Convention Crunch really took its hold! Either way, here’s the pseudo-explanation for why Anti is coming to life. Same with Sam and Tim and…well. You get the idea. :3 Hopefully it makes sense, and hopefully it’s not too long-winded. Critiques welcome!

(*AHEM* At this point I hope you all realize I’m literally copy-pasting all my old Author’s Notes from the old chapter posts into the new updated ones and not even giving a fuck lmao...just pretend I’m “keeping it authentic to the original posts” because that’s probably half the reason I haven’t changed them xD)

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What if in another AU setting, where we get a little more in-sight from just those who knew what Joey originally wanted to make a real life Bendy, but alive rather the statues that were made (because willing to bet that’s where the statues came from now since we know now the ink machine is just a MUCH bigger ancestor to a 3D printer) that Henry is trying to figure out just what went wrong, in hopes of not feeling as if he’s repeating the same hellish adventure.  Henry wants answers on just what Bendy is (cause let’s face, we honestly don’t know.) Allison thinks he’s truly putting himself in danger, because despite what Tom thinks of him being dangerous, Allison eventually realizes Henry is just trapped here like they all are.  So, much to Tom’s dismay Allison gets them to a shaky agreement that Henry can be trusted.  

(More under the cut because DAMN THIS GOT LONG) 

I’d also want Tom and Henry friendship development.  True, Tom can’t talk as a Boris, but I feel as if Henry should be more questioning of the toon wolf.  He may not be the same Boris we had before, but Henry knows that Tom isn’t just a stubborn old dog who doesn’t take kindly to new tricks.  So, with more effort, Henry teaches Tom some tactics like morse code specifically for the bunker and sign language so there isn’t as much of a language barrier.  Tom isn’t accepting of these offers, but he must admit, Henry is actually proving himself to be at least somewhat useful.  

Eventually, once the trio needs to escape their bunker as an emergency, Allison is actually the one to free Henry and Tom passes him a weapon instantly, making him more trusted not as an ally quite yet but you can tell Tom at least WANTS you to defend yourself.  Maybe something not as breakable or disposable like the gent pipe or the axe.  The gameplay is still pretty much the same for the most part besides Allison saying they NEED to stay together.  Thus, getting some interesting reactions if we come upon some new tapes featuring Thomas Conner and Allison saying a rather sad line like “Strange... that voice.  It sounds so familar... there’s really a kind of happy nostalgia for it, but for some reason my heart aches upon hearing it?” As Tom glances away down at the floor with a more solemn expression.  Also, I WOULD GIVE ALLISON HER OWN TAPE GODDAMN I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH!  She was so underdeveloped that it really kinda makes me angry how pointless that buildup for Susie’s descent into madness. >:/

I could go all day about the potential of Tom and Allison because of how much hope I had for their characters, but I’ll get to the point:

So, we finally get to the inside of the ink machine and into Bendy’s lair.  It’s a little more of a tearful goodbye, because quite honestly Henry has gotten to admire his new friends and WANTS them to come on the surface with him... with something like “You two... are my only friends left in this studio.  I just... want to give you a better life than here.  I want to set you both free, if you’d let me... please, come with me.” as Allison explains they can’t cross that inky river like he can due to their own bodies as told in game.  Tom just nods along with Allison’s explanation as they both take turns hugging Henry.  Allison sighs as she lets go with a voice seeming on the verge of tears as she dries her face off. “Please... live out your life once you leave this this dreaded place... It’s the only one you have and you deserve to live it.” giving a very heartfelt swelling music.  Perhaps a slower version of the original theme “you left me in a heartbeat” as Tom grabs you by the shoulder to give you one last hug as well before signing “and good luck, Henry...” as we leave on a note that says Tom finally trusts us and gives us one last weapon; His own tommy gun he rescued from the bunker and strapped to his back last minute which we see him carry throughout the game.  

As Henry steps through the ink before going inside the machine, he tells both Allison and Tom “thank you for everything!  I will, I promise you that!” as we get the feeling in his voice that he was getting emotional as well as he watches Allison and Tom hold each other’s hands as they wave goodbye to Henry.  Same thing, there’s a safe spot to walk inside the machine that isn’t all parts and gears, same weird levels of sci-fi vibes cloning new bodies of ink, we get more dialogue from Henry saying something about the tubes like “No!  No... this isn’t right!  A-all these people... not just Allison and Tom... but Sammy, Bertrum, Susie, Norman... Joey, you’re a MONSTER!” thus getting more continuity when Henry honors those who were sacrificed by writing their names on the coffins.  

So, when we get to Bendy’s throne room and we find Joey’s tape with that special reel, witness Bendy’s transformation into his true form, there could be a cutscene where Henry panics and tries to shoot Bendy, thus making him more pissed and BITES the tommy gun crushing the weapon as he smacks Henry into a wall.  Henry looks as if he’s going to pass out again, we see one last flashback of how Bendy was shoved away from public vision and treated as the monster he appears to be.  Henry reaches for the reel in between as Beast Bendy stomps over to Henry, roaring in his face as he seemed to look like he was ready to finally kill Henry... before Henry gets an idea and with a bit of wrestling, shoved the reel down Bendy’s gaping mouth.  Hissing in pain, the ink demon was quickly loosing ink, and similar to Brute Boris before him, coughing up corrupted ink that looked like searchers, but were far too weak or unstable to attack us and instantly collapsing upon themselves.  Beast Bendy begins growing smaller and shifting between the previous forms he took from how much ink we was losing, .  Heck, you could even put in concept Bendy as a little nod  but still attempting to chase after you as you try to get away, turning off switches as you run past.  He’s still INCREDIBLY fast as well.  

Eventually, with enough of the ink tubes and pipes being destroyed by Bendy, he coughs up the reel, too weak to even muster an attack as you finally put the reel believing to end this once and for all.  The cartoon plays and you come closer to Bendy, sounding as if he’s crying from either knowing his time has come or from the pain he’s endured all these years.  Even put in one last voice clip for the beast saying something similar to “B... E... N... D... Y... wanted.... happy... end...” as Henry puts his hand out to the crying demon revealing his face from the demon’s point of view, though a bit blurry from tears and melting ink. “Hey.  It’s okay little guy.  Just because it’s the end, doesn’t mean it’s not a happily ever after.  Sometimes you gotta work for the best ending.  Come on, dry your eyes now.  It’s gonna be okay now.” The demon heavily sniffled as it crawled closer to Henry as they sat and watched the cartoon together. “I.... Am... Lonely... I wanted... to be... ” the ink demon hiccuped as it wept.  Henry with enough convincing tells the weakened ink demon that maybe he isn’t Bendy, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be and with a little help, Henry can help the redeemed ink demon.  

But if you aren’t quite big on the sappy endings, than instead imagine Henry waltzing out, coated in the ink the now tiny Bendy spit up on him and fast asleep on his shoulders as Tom and Allison are both shocked and amazed Henry made it out alive as Tom’s ears perk up but eyes closely narrowed on the little demon as Allison is like: HENRY!  My god... you’re alive!

Henry, basically covered head-to-toe in spat-up ink and bleeding a little bit from the fighting his new adopted son gave him when refusing to take a nap: Unfortunately, yes.  

THERE, I FIXED THE ENDING

How exactly does it go from there?

Well, than Henry, Allison and Tom and a napping baby ink demon restored to his purest form all kick Joey’s ass right after calming down from the excitement and meeting the new baby Bendy.  Allison might be crying a bit from being an auntie and Tom loves bouncing the little one on his leg.  

-Admin Lei

[queenofcats17]

Since the previous set fell through...

Submitted by @magicalmonsterhero

(Maybe in the future we can try again. For now, let’s go with these.) ———- -“How would you feel if you found out your life was a lie?” Bendy shrieked, on the verge of tears. “That you were nothing more than someone else’s way of creating entertainment?” (Toons & monsters =/= humans) -“And here I thought it was (I)Wally’s(I) clone that became Boris.” (Toons/monsters = clones of employees) -To him, being hired by ____ was much like being spirited away in the Rapture. It was a far, far better place to work than Sillyvision, and it had done wonders for his psychological health. Many of his former Sillyvision coworkers had joined him, leaving the near-literal hell for a near-literal paradise. (…) It would be many years before they found out just (I)how(I) smart they’d been to accept ____’s metaphorical salvation. (Safe: All characters except Bertrum & Joey)

I really am sorry about this.

From the moment Bendy was brought into the real world, he truly believed he was Joey Drew. As he wandered around the destroyed studio, he was plagued with guilt. He had destroyed the lives of so many people and then he’d escaped by turning himself into this monstrosity. He lashed out at everyone around him. He’d done so much damage already, why stop now? Then Henry arrived. That was when everything changed. Henry came in and someone else appeared. A man, haggard and thin, dressed in the style that Joey had always dressed in. It was then that Bendy knew that everything he’d known had been a lie. The haggard man was Joey. Bendy burst up out of the ink puddles, startling Henry and Joey. 

“You lied!” He screamed at Joey. “You lied to me!” Some of the Searchers poked their heads out, curious as to what the commotion was about.

“Joey, what did you do?” Henry asked, looking at Joey. 

“It was just a little experiment.” Joey took a step back. “A way to pass the time.”

“You made me think I was you!” Bendy jabbed a malformed finger into Joey’s chest, towering above the former studio head. 

“Joey,” Henry repeated. “What did you do?”

“I used magic to create creatures out of the ink. Just copies of former employees.” Joey tried to stand up a bit straighter but was shaking too hard. “I was so lonely here by myself. I wanted to put on a little show. See how they would react to being put in such a situation. I wasn’t hurting anyone I swear.” Henry sighed and rolled his eyes. 

“Go to your office.” He said. “I’ll be along soon. I want to talk to Bendy.” Joey retreated without another word, allowing Henry to talk with Bendy. 

“Are you alright?” Henry asked, reaching out to touch the demon’s shoulder. 

“How would you feel if you found out your life was a lie?” Bendy shrieked, on the verge of tears. “That you were nothing more than someone else’s way of creating entertainment?” Henry’s expression softened and he drew the demon into his arms, holding him close. 

“I’m sorry that Joey did this to you. To all of you.” He said, patting Bendy’s back. “But it’s going to be different now. I’m here and I’m not going to let him torture you anymore.”

“I don’t even know who I am anymore.” Bendy whimpered, starting to sob. “I don’t know what I am.”

“You’re Bendy the Dancing Demon. You’re my boy.” 

“Your…Boy?” Bendy looked at him, frowning slightly. 

“I created you.” Henry wiped away the ink on Bendy’s face, revealing the demon’s pie-cute eyes. “You’re basically my baby.” Bendy stared at him for a little, then smiled.

“I…You’ll take care of me?”

“I will.”

The demon’s form started to shrink until he was on-model. He was still crying, of course, but he looked a lot better. 

“Do you wanna meet the others?” The little demon asked. 

“I’d like that.” Henry nodded. “But first, I want to give Joey a piece of my mind.”

.

.

Henry was honestly surprised that Joey hadn’t sacrificed his employees to Satan. Sacrificing clones of said employees to Satan wasn’t much better, but at least no one had actually gotten hurt. Right now, Henry was focused on evacuating the poor victims of Joey’s wrath out of the studio. He’d managed to save the perfect Boris from Malice’s grasp before she’d done anything to him, thankfully. Malice had been talked down by Susie, once Henry had called her, and was now sniffling in the arms of her voice actress.

“That could have gone wrong so easily.” Henry sighed. 

“Ssh. It’s alright, sweetie.” Susie stroked Alice’s hair, holding her close. Henry went over to where Boris was strapped to the operating table and started untying him. 

“Thanks.” Boris signed as Henry helped him up.

“So, um, whose clone are you?” Henry asked. Ever since he’d found out from Joey that no actual employees had been hurt, he’d been curious whose clone his companion was. 

“Right. Clone.” Boris nodded dejectedly. “I thought I was actually Lacie.”

“Wait, Lacie Benton?” Henry frowned. “You were a girl?” 

“Yep. Still am, really.” Boris beamed. 

“And here I thought it was Wally’s clone that became Boris,” Henry muttered.

.

.

Leaving Sillyvision was the best thing Henry ever did. To him, being hired by Joyworks was much like being spirited away in the Rapture. It was a far, far better place to work than Sillyvision, and it had done wonders for his psychological health. Many of his former Sillyvision coworkers had joined him, leaving the near-literal hell for a near-literal paradise. Their input was actually listened to, they were treated better. All in all, they were just so much happier. It would be many years before they found out just how smart they’d been to accept Joywork’s metaphorical salvation.

Back at Sillyvision, Joey and Bertram (the most ambitious and arguably craziest) had made a deal with a demon. They’d forfeited their souls in order to make their dreams live. But the demon had twisted their wishes, ensuring their dreams came true in the most disturbing of ways. Joey literally became Bendy the Dancing demon, and Bertram was made into one of his rides. The former Sillyvision employees, once they found out what had happened, knew that they would have been victims had they not left. It scared them that Joey and Bertram would go that far. But still, they were happy they hadn’t fallen victim to the greed of those men.

[pixie-mage]

#SamLives - Pt.7

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[This story has been edited and reposted on the official #SamLives Tumblr. The new post of Chapter 7 can be found here.]

(There are a few differences between this version and the new version of Chapter 7. Jack has a hard time saying Anti’s name, for one thing...and at the end of the chapter he calls his Ma instead of Signe.)

“What was it you were saying about belief, on the phone?”

With all the stress of what had happened in the apartment, Mark had suggested he and Jack go out and grab lunch somewhere in Brighton. Jack, of course, had vehemently agreed. So here they were, currently hiding away in the corner of some coffee shop, eating sandwiches and - in Jack's case - drinking coffee like he might just die if he didn’t. Mark had brought the mesh pet carrier along, so every few minutes he could sneak bits of food in for Tim to munch on while Jack did the same with Sam in his pocket.

“...how the hell does Sam even eat?” Mark had asked, to which Jack just shrugged.

“Absorbs it, sort of. I dunno. I stopped tryin’ to make sense of him the day I found out he can fly.”

“He can FLY?!”

And, oh, the looks they had received after that outburst…

“Belief?” Mark repeated, slipping another piece of his crust to Tim. He snickered. “You mean when I was trying to draw parallels between life changing events and a videogame?”

“Yeah, that,” Jack chuckled a little himself. “You were talkin’ about Bendy, right? Joey Drew? His whole insane monologue with belief and cheating death an’ stuff?”

“Well it wasn’t that insane…”

“It was a little insane. I’m pretty sure he started a cult.”

“Okay, yes, in that context it was pretty nuts. But – hey, don’t laugh! This is some serious shit!”

Jack tried to stifle his laughter, hiding his grin behind his cup of coffee even as he saw Mark trying to do the same.

“Sorry!” he giggled. “Sorry, continue with your serious shit. I’m listening.”

“Thank you!”

Mark sighed dramatically as a waitress walked past their table, making a big show of gesturing at Jack with both hands.

“This guy! Never lets me get a word in edgewise, always making fun of me! Worst friend ever.”

“Hey, I’m your best friend, you said so yourself,” Jack retorted while the waitress giggled to herself. “Now get on with your “belief” rant. I’m waiting.”

“Okay! Okay!” Mark rolled his eyes and leaned forward across the table, lowering his voice for dramatic effect.

“Belief. It can do amazing, impossible things. It can bring together hoards of people or help a single man reach stardom. With enough belief a lone YouTuber might even be able to reach the highest shelf in the kitchen even though he’s always been too damn short to get to it–”

“Is there a point to all his?” Jack was really fighting laughter now. “By Jaysus…”

“Sorry, serious face. Serious shit.” Mark tried to pass off a laugh as a cough and took a sip from his coffee, smiling all the while. “Actually serious this time. I promise.”

“Thank God.”

“Okay. So.” Mark glanced around to make sure nobody at the nearby tables was listening in before starting. “So in Bendy and the Ink Machine, Joey Drew was talking about how belief can do impossible things. Like, just belief, by itself.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Jack nodded, holding his steaming cup of coffee beneath his face to warm himself up a little. “I’ve played it before. A lot, actually.”

“Just so you could hear your own voice in the game,” Mark scoffed.

“Hey! No! That is not the only reason!” Jack protested, pointing a finger accusingly at Mark. “Serious shit, remember?”

“Yeah, okay, serious shit.” Mark schooled his expression. “Anyway. Tim showed up a few years ago. At the time, it scared the shit out of me, because how the hell do you explain to somebody that your imaginary character from YouTube suddenly came to life in the middle of your recording session and you have no idea how or why he’s there?”

“I feel ya,” Jack muttered knowingly, passing another piece of sandwich into his pocket for Sam.

“Right. So he showed up and I just kind of...accepted it? Because he’s my little biscuit, and he was so scared and nervous, and how could I leave him alone when he needed me? And it wasn’t like he was causing trouble. It was like suddenly having a...well, a pet, kind of. Or a baby, but less needy.”

“A familiar?” Jack murmured into his coffee, taking a sip.

“YES! Yes, exactly!” Mark snapped and pointed at Jack, nodding. “That’s exactly what it’s like! So, ya know, there was nothing bad about it. So I never really got around to figuring out how he came to be. But then…” Mark lowered his voice and ran a hand through his hair, glancing around. Double checking. Jack started bouncing his knee beneath the table, his nerves getting the best of him. “...weird things started happening, more recently. And I mean like - in the past six or seven months, recently. Before I even knew Sam existed.”

“What kinds of weird things?” Jack asked tensely.

Mark opened his mouth, closed it, and stared down into his drink. He didn’t speak for a moment, the brief pause filled only be the sound of dishes clinking and the soft babble of other conversations carrying through the cafe. Sam shifted in Jack’s hoodie pocket, getting more comfortable.

Then Mark cleared his throat and shook his head, his train of thought changing for a moment.

“I’ve...er...been thinking about it a lot more recently. Why Tim even exists, I mean.” Mark swallowed thickly. “With the things I’ve been seeing, I’ve had my suspicions for a few months now, but nothing solid ever came of it on my end. I never had proof. So when you called me about Anti...well I knew I had to be right, or at least thinking in the right direction.”

“What th’ hell are you talkin’ about?” Jack asked. His words came out a little more sharply than he intended, and Mark winced. Brown eyes raised to lock onto blue.

“...the truth is, I don’t think Anti is the only one who exists now,” Mark told him. He sounded hesitant, as though a little scared to even say it.

“Who else do you think exists?” Jack asked. “Besides Sam and Tim and Anti, I mean.”

“Dark.”

“Darkiplier?” Jack hissed, and Mark shushed him quickly, looking around. Jack lowered his voice to a loud whisper and leaned forward across the table. “Darkiplier? Like, wears a suit, red-and-blue, creepy evil-you Darkiplier?”

“What other Darkiplier would I be referring to?” Mark whispered back sharply, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Yes, Darkiplier! Evil-Me!”

“Darkiplier and Antisepticeye. Holy fuckin’ hell...” Jack sank back in his chair and dragged a hand over his face, his exhaustion seeping through to the surface. “Christ almighty. Both of ‘em. This...this is ridiculous…”

A little hysterical giggle escaped him. It slowly built into a distressed groan and he let out a few dramatic, fake, whining sobs.

“Maaaark, we’re gonna diiiiie….” He folded his arms on the table and let his head fall onto them with a muffled thump. He whimpered dramatically. “Th’ hell are we supposed to do noooow?” He dragged his head up just enough to look at Mark’s face through his hair. “...you’re sure he’s actually real?”

Mark had been watching the entire display with an expression that fell between tense nervousness and humor-lined disbelief.

“About ninety percent,” he shrugged, still keeping his voice down. “I keep...hearing my own voice when I’m getting a drink in the middle of the night. Or I keep seeing red and blue out of the corner of my eye. Things keep moving from their spot when I’m not looking, and I know it’s not just Amy moving things and not telling me because it happens between glances when nobody else is in the room. It’s weird.”

“You haven’t actually seen him though?” Jack asked, confused, his chin resting on his arms now. “Anti’s been showin’ face as often as possible, jus’ not when I’m actually looking. The stream last night was the first time he…”

Jack trailed off and looked away, gripping his own arms tightly to keep the memory at bay. Sam sent a little mental hug along through his thoughts and Jack was more than grateful for it.

“Yeah, I know,” Mark said softly. There was understanding in his tone and he quickly tried to move forward in the conversation.

“See that’s the thing,” he said enthusiastically, leaning forward across the table. “Dark and Anti are different. They’re both - well, evil, I guess. But they’re different people, different characters. Anti seems to like a spectacle. He likes being seen, and he wants as many people to see him on screen as possible. He seems to like showing off. Which...I mean, it’s just a theory–”

“A game theory?” Jack muttered automatically, and Mark blew a raspberry at him.

“No. Shut up.” He blinked, glanced away. “...where was I?”

“It’s just a theory?” Jack suggested with a soft smirk.

“...yeeeaaaah,” Mark nodded slowly, then quicker when he found his train of thought again. “Yeah! Okay. So it’s just a theory, but I think that’s why he’s only been showing up in your videos but not anywhere else. Not yet anyway.”

“He’s been in my videos more than I’ve been uploading actually,” Jack told him, shifting in his seat and resting his head sideways on his arms now. He watched the steam rise from his coffee cup on the table. “I told Robin to keep cuttin’ him out because I didn’t want people to think I was plannin’ anything. I’ve got stuff coming up next month but...not yet.”

“Oh yeah, he mentioned that when he showed up last night,” Mark muttered. It sounded like he was thinking. “He didn’t sound too happy about you taking him out of your videos. That’s probably why he made such a scene on the stream. He had a hell of an audience.”

“What about Dark?” Jack asked, trying to switch gears. He really didn’t want to think about the stream right now. His throat was still sore from what Anti had done to him…

“Dark’s more subtle,” Mark said quietly. “He works behind the scenes. He doesn’t deal with face-to-face conflict as much. He mostly sticks to the shadows. I mean, I gave him his backstory, I should know this.” Jack heard him pause. “...honestly, it makes me wonder if ‘Who Killed Markiplier’ wasn’t a horrible, horrible idea.”

“...why?” Jack sat up, frowning, looking up at Mark...and he was a little surprised to see the genuine worry that had set in across Mark’s face. He was dragging a hand over his mouth and staring down at his plate, lost in thought, a worried crease furrowing his brow.

“Mark? You okay man?”

“I was talking about belief before,” Mark said after a long moment, his hand falling into his lap. “It’s the theory I have for why Sam and Tim exist, and it’s the same theory that applies to Anti and Dark.”

“You still haven’t explained what you meant by that.”

“How many subscribers do you have?”

The question threw Jack for a moment and he stared at Mark in baffled silence before answering.

“...what? Uh...I dunno, ‘bout eighteen million.”

“Eighteen million people,” Mark repeated. “And how many of them probably know who Sam is?”

“A lot of ‘em. Almost all of them, most likely.”

“And Anti?”

“Not as many, but...I mean still, the number’s in the millions.”

“That’s a lot of people, all centered around one YouTube channel, all looking for another sign of Anti showing up. All drawing art or making little plushies for Sam. A lot of them probably want to believe it’s real even though logic tells them it isn’t.”

“...what are you saying?” Jack asked slowly, still trying to follow Mark’s explanation. Mark looked up, worry still etched in his gaze.

“I don’t know how, but I think...having that many people thinking about the same thing, believing the same thing? I think it’s powerful enough to make it real.”

An inexplicable chill ran down Jack’s spine.

“...that’s...that’s insane….” he breathed, shaking his head.

“Is it though?” Mark insisted, still trying to keep his voice low. “Think about it! Sam showed up how long ago? A few years ago, right?” Jack nodded mutely. “Same as Tim. Back then, they were the only real characters that had any sort of solidity on our channels! The fan base made Darkiplier and Antisepticeye, but it wasn’t until after we made them real that they started showing up in the real world. Weird stuff started happening around the time my friends and I had the idea for ‘Who Killed Markiplier’. It was after ‘A Date With Markiplier’, and after ‘Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye’. Like, not long after the second one, actually. Which I thought was kind of weird at the time but...I mean I figured it was nothing. Except...I don’t think that’s the case anymore…”

Somebody dropped a plate back in the kitchen and both Jack and Mark jumped, two pairs of wide eyes flying toward the source of the disturbance. Jack let out a shaking breath and sank in his chair, letting out a quiet groan.

“God...the stress an’ fear is gonna kill me long before Anti manages to do it.”

“Tell me about it,” Mark muttered. He was gripping the table’s edge so tightly his knuckles were white.

“Mark…?”

Tim’s voice sounded quietly from inside his carrier and Mark ducked a little so he could see into it.

“What’s up buddy?”

Jack tossed a glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody was looking their way.

“You okay?” Tim asked softly. “You sound scared.”

“Yeah of course I’m okay,” Mark murmured hurriedly. He rested his hand on the front edge of the carrier’s opening and Jack saw a tiny mitten-shaped hand poke out from the shadows. He smiled softly. “Don’t worry buddy. Ol’ Markimoo just got scared by a plate. Kinda silly, right?”

“Super silly.”

Tim giggled from his hiding spot and Mark shushed him softly, chuckling to himself a bit and looking around. Nobody was paying them any mind. After letting the pair have a few moments of comfort, Jack cleared his throat.

“What were you talking about before?” he asked in an undertone. Mark tore his eyes away from the pet carrier to look at Jack again. His smile slowly fell.

“...oh, right.” He kept one hand at the carrier’s opening as he continued his explanation. “I thought it was a little weird, how strange things started to happen around me after we made that Anti vs Dark video. An entire video dedicated, rather jokingly, to our dark alter egos, and then I start seeing weird things? Hearing things? But looking back it makes a lot of sense.” He jabbed his finger toward his phone, which was sitting on the table. “That’s when the fanbase got a spike in Dark and Anti interest. The amount of hype that video got was ridiculous.”

“It got a lot of attention from Septiplier shippers too,” Jack pointed out, snickering a little. Mark opened his mouth, closed it, and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, yeah, that too,” he agreed. He was trying not to smile. “But regardless. Anti and Dark were getting a lot more attention all of a sudden. Dark only showed up first because he’s been around for longer.”

“Okay, woah, wait,” Jack help up a hand. “I’m stoppin’ you right there. I brought Anti into my videos for the entire month of October back in 2016. ‘Say Goodbye’ was his, like, big reveal. You didn’t start usin’ Dark in your videos until ‘A Date With Markiplier’.” He pointed at Mark. “An’ trust me, I know my shit, because I got a ton of messages from people askin’ if I was pissed about you copyin’ me.”

“Copying you?!” Mark spluttered. “What the hell? No! Nonono!” He scooted his chair closer to the table. “Okay. Rewind, back to the beginning of my entire YouTube career. I used to make these random creepy short videos for fun when I first started on YouTube, and that’s where the whole “Darkiplier” thing came from. Those videos were around waaaay before you even got your little boost from Felix.”

Jack laughed.

“Excuse me, are we makin’ jabs about channel popularity now?”

“Well – no, I only meant – Dark was a thing way before Anti was, okay? That’s all I’m saying!”

“But you just had to slip in that little “boost from Felix” comment didn’t ya?”

Jack was fighting off laughter now, snickering to himself, and he could see Mark was doing the same.

“Well sorry! Geez! Just trying to make a point sorry if I hurt your feelings.” Mark scoffed and folded his arms over his chest, being dramatic, tossing his hair in a show of sass. “Whatever, man.”

“God, you’re such a drama queen!” Jack finally let out, laughing openly and leaning back in his chair. He heard a small giggle from Sam in his head too. “Fine, okay, point made. Moving on. Lord above, we’re horrible at staying on topic…”

“We’re the worst,” Mark agreed, chuckling a little. It built into a fuller laugh and he ruffled a hand through his hair, fixing his floof. “Sorry. Serious shit, right?”

“Yeah, heh,” Jack nodded, grinning. “Serious shit. Okay.”

“What I meant,” Mark planted both palms on the table, “was that Darkiplier had more buildup than Anti did by the time Dark started showing up. Because Darkiplier spawned from years of me posting creepy content at random intervals, his creation was a slower progression than what you did with Anti. Dark’s early appearances weren’t planned the way your Halloween event was. But when I uploaded two videos within four months of each other that both features Dark as a main character, then I hinted at having plans for Friday the 13th, it really isn’t any surprise that the fanbase got a little hooked on the idea of him showing up again.”

“Okay, fair point,” Jack nodded. He sipped at his now-chilled coffee and made a face. He’d have to get another fresh cup soon. “So what about Anti?”

“I thought about that too,” Mark nodded. “That video you made for Halloween, where he killed you? That was his first appearance on your channel. That whole month was about him. So that more than makes up for the fact that he didn’t exist in your videos before then. And then you did nothing with him for a while, no hints or anything. Then we made ‘Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye’, and even though it was a joke it gained a lot of attention. Then….” Mark paused and frowned. “What was it you did next?”

“It was two months between that one and ‘Kill Jacksepticeye’,” Jack muttered. “There weren’t any hints leading up to that either. I just thought it’d be a cool video, so I filmed it as if my doctor persona was trying to save me from Anti. Which...didn’t go well, because I died in the game.”

This entire conversation would have been rather hilarious in another context, in a context where Anti wasn’t a very real, very tangible threat. Jack probably would have laughed at the silliness of his own wording.

“Doctor...what’s his name?” Mark asked. “Sheeple?”

“Dr. Henrik Von Schneeplestien,” Jack smirked a little, putting on the accent for show. “Zhe very best surgeon, 100% real doctor. Everybody knows zhat he is vonderful at his job~” He winked.

Mark snorted.

“Oh my god, is that really how he acts?”

“Oh yeah,” Jack nodded, grinning a little, his mood lifting in the moment. “It’s a little ridiculous but, god, he’s fun to play.”

“What happened in the video?”

“Schneep didn’t save me, like I said,” Jack shrugged. “He got corrupted by Anti and...well, he didn’t die. I played it off like he did, but he didn’t, because I’m plannin’ on bringing him back. Then Anti said he’d be back again soon and that’s the last I did with him.”

“Really?” Mark frowned, looking confused. “But there’s all this hype on Tumblr right now, about Anti and Doctor...Sheep-guy.” Jack rolled his eyes at the name. “What’s that about?”

“Just fanbase hype, I guess,” Jack shrugged. “The game I was playing had dates in it – I mean in the actual gameplay – and people keep sayin’ things like... “Ohhh, it’s March 5th, that’s the day Jack died in the game, ohhhh he must be plannin’ something–” ...but I didn’t even pay attention to those dates honestly.” He chuckled a little, scratching at the back of his head. “I’ve been messin’ with people though, because of it. There was this whole ‘WHERE IS DOCTOR SCHNEEP’ meme goin’ ‘round, so I kept making references to doctors in my videos. Figured it’d be fun to mess with the community a little.”

The Irishman was grinning all the while, more than just enjoying the fact that he was setting his own community on fire and pouring gasoline over the flames.

“That’s what did it.”

“...hm?” Jack brought his focus back to center and found Mark chewing on his thumb with that same thoughtful look on his face, the one that Jack was beginning to associate with deep, complex problem solving. “What did what?”

“That...that theory hype. The anniversary of your ‘death’,” he made air quotes. Something occurred to him in that moment and his entire expression changed, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open in a gasp. “OH! Ohohoh! And Sam! #SamLives! Oh, my god, how did I not see that before…?”

“What th’ hell are you on about now?” Jack asked flatly, suddenly very aware of the little eyeball who was shifting in his hoodie pocket.

“People were already hyped about Anti before Sam showed up in your video, right?” Mark said, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Right??”

“Right, yes,” Jack stammered out quickly. “What about it?”

“And then Sam’s there, and suddenly Sam exists, and #SamLives goes trending and –”

And suddenly Jack caught on, his own eyes widening almost comically.

“Oh my god.”

“See???”

“Oh my god!” Jack clutched at his hair with both hands, the revelation leaving his mind whirling. “People believed that Sam was real, so they started to wonder–”

“If Anti couldn’t be real too!” Mark finished for him, leaning so far forward in his seat it was a wonder he hadn’t fallen out of it. “People always want the egos - the personas - whatever, our characters to really exist so they can meet them. And despite all logic pointing toward them being fictional–”

“There’s enough belief there and enough people with that belief to make it real and – holy shit, I accidentally used YouTube to bring a demon to life.”

“...okay, yes, that’s probably true, but – but still! Dude! DUDE! This is insanely cool! Horrifying and terrifying and fucking insane but also so fucking cool!”

“Oh Gooood…” Jack dropped his face into his hands and let out a muffle grumble. “...fuck my life. We’re talkin’ about some demon-glitch-bitch who wants ta kill me an’ my best friend thinks it’s cool.”

“Hey, woah, I didn’t say it wasn’t bad,” Mark quickly corrected. “It’s pretty bad! It’s...really, really bad. But–” He glanced around, then leaned forward and lowered his voice. “But Jack – Seán – we’re talking about something impossible here. Something that can’t be explained away by science, even with all the logic we’ve managed to attach to it. These characters shouldn’t even exist, but somehow they do. Tell me that doesn’t at least sound a little bit amazing to you?”

Jack didn’t deign to reply, instead letting out another muffle groan and rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands. After a long moment of silence he sighed and pushed away from the table, standing up and holding out his hand to Mark.

“...I should call Signe. I texted her earlier but…”

Mark watched him for a few seconds before nodding. He dug around in his pockets and brought out Jack’s phone, which he’d been holding onto since they left the apartment. He held it out for Jack to take and there was a brief moment, a very brief and very tense moment, during which neither of them was sure if the Irishman would actually grab the phone. Jack’s hand was shaking a little, his mouth pressed into a thin line, his expression stiff. Then he plucked it from Mark’s hand before he could change his mind.

Technology, it seemed, was becoming a newfound fear of his, and not one he thought would ever exist for him. His life was technology. His livelihood and his income spawned from technology...but so too had his newfound greatest fear. His greatest threat.

Jack swallowed thickly, nodded to Mark with a shaking smile, and stepped just outside the cafe to make the call. His back pressed against the cool brick of the building and he let his head fall back against the wall, eyes closed and phone held to his ear with a still-shaking hand. All the while Sam sat curled up in his pocket and gentle soothing waves of thoughts and comfort crossed through their mental link. Jack took a breath.

“Signe? Hey...y-yeah...yeah, I’m fine. Sorry if I worried you. I love you too…”

[A/N] Back from con! Sorry for the delay in getting this one posted, but Convention Crunch really took its hold! Either way, here’s the pseudo-explanation for why Anti is coming to life. Same with Sam and Tim and...well. You get the idea. :3 Hopefully it makes sense, and hopefully it’s not too long-winded. Critiques welcome!

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How I Met Joey Drew

((Okay I know I just gave you a fanfic @ask-joeydrewstudios. But for the day your having. I thought of writing another one for you))

So after seeing the ask about How Henry and Joey met and my ask about if Henry tells Bendy stories. I’ve wondered if Bendy knew the story on how his creator met Henry, and well here is a cute and sweet outcome.

@ask-joeydrewstudios get well soon! 

Also I realized this is my first fanfic to you non-Sammie related. Don’t worry I’ll make another Samsie one for you soon

It was late a night at the studio, and Henry was packing everything up so he can go home and get some sleep. He was lucky he got some help from a certain little cartoon demon. Who never did a good deed before?

“Thanks Bendy. I’m glad you were able to give me a helping hand.” Henry said closing up his brief case.

Bendy smiled and looked up at his animator. “Hey, I feel like doing something good for once.” He said. “After all Angel wanted to know if I do have a good bone in my body.”

Henry chuckled remembering that earlier this morning when Alice and Bendy argued about Bendy doing something good, and decided tonight he would help Henry clean up.

Henry helped straighten a photo of him and Joey, which had the words written

“Welcome to the studio, kid!”

-Joey Drew

Bendy saw the photo and smiled. “Henry?” He asked. The animator looked at him, “How did you and Joey met?”

Henry smiled and put Bendy on the desk. “I never told you the story yet, have I?” He asked. Bendy shook his head. Henry chuckled and moved his chair close. “It was almost 10 years ago when I met Joey…” He stopped as he thought of the day as he told Bendy the story.

Flashback:

It was 1928, and 15-year old Henry along with his art class was given a field trip to the theatre to learn about animation. The whole class was given a chance to see the first Bendy cartoon created by Joey Drew. Most of the class sat there bored and uninterested with cartoons because they thought it was for babies, and they could see much better movies then this. Some thought the cartoon was funny, but they didn’t laugh, only a few chuckles or a smile. Henry on the other hand sat there with a huge smile on his face watching Bendy cause so much mischief and jokes. When he laughed his class looked at him funny.

With his interest he started to draw more and more. In class he would do some Bendy doodles when done with his work. He would sketch Bendy on the back of his finished homework.

A month after the trip Henry’s classmates got worried for him and decided to talk to him as they went to the train station.

“Henry were worried for you buddy.” A classmate named Arthur said.

“Yeah since the trip all you been doing was doodling, sketching and talking about Bendy like there’s no tomorrow.” Another classmate named Danny said.

Henry chuckled. “Sorry guys.” He said. “But since the trip I’ve been loving the Bendy show and it made me think of what I’m going to do in the future.”

Arthur and Danny looked at each other. “Which is?” They both asked.

Henry smiled stopping at the station to head home. “I’m going to work for Joey Drew!” He said with a smile.

Arthur sighed and put his hand on Henry’s shoulder. “Henry, working for a studio is really, really hard.” He said.

“Yeah!” Danny said stepping in. “I mean what if you don’t get in? What if Joey Drew isn’t a nice guy and someone strict and evil!” He yelled.

Henry smiled and removed Arthur’s hand from his shoulder. “Guys, I’ll be fine. This is my dream! I mean even if I don’t make it, I can always work at my mama’s pet store and practice my drawing and get better and better and end up at the studio!” He said smiling holding his sketchbook tight.

Arthur and Danny rolled their eyes and shook their heads. “I don’t know how we can get through with you Henry.” Danny said.

Henry shrugged and laughed. He heard the train conductor call to have people board the train. “Anyways my train is here! Bye guys!” Henry yelled running to the train.

“Bye Henry!” Arthur yelled.

“Bye!” Danny yelled at the same time.

Henry gave them a final wave as the train went off to his neighborhood. He sat down and sighed feeling a bit hurt. Danny and Arthur we’re right what if Joey Drew doesn’t hire him. He didn’t want to work at the pet store for the rest of his life. He decided to stay calm and decided to doodle more Bendy drawings.

He loved the short and decided to draw more to keep his mind off of what Arthur and Danny said. For fun he decided to draw some of the animals from the Pet store they talked about as the same toon style as the Bendy show.

As he drew, a man who was around his 40’s closed his book and saw Henry drawing. “That’s pretty good, kid.” The man said.

Henry turned around and smiled and nodded. “T-Thank you. N-No one outside my family told me my work is good.” Henry replied.

The man chuckled. “I was like that too when I was young.” He said. Henry smiled and sketched a bit more. “How old are you?” The man asked.

“I’m 15 sir, I’ll be 16 pretty soon.” Henry said.

“15!” The man said surprised. “You were around my age when I started drawing.” He replied.

“Really?” Henry asked.

The man nodded. “Nice to see someone like yourself so passionate about drawing, and already so far along in mastering your craft.” He explained.

“Of course sir, there’s nothing more in the world I love more then drawing.

During the ride they started talking about art and animation, but Henry smiled more when the man mentioned Joey Drew.

“You know Joey Drew?” Henry asked with a smile.

The man chuckled. “I’ve run into him a few times.”

Henry smiled. “I’ve always wanted to work at the studio, it’s been my dream working for him.” He explained. Then Henry frowned. “However, my friends think that I’m not ready yet, and that maybe Joey would never hire me because I’m not that good yet.”

The man frowned at Henry, but saw him go back with the smile he had when the two started talking.

“However, that’s not stopping me.” He said. “I won’t stop dreaming, though. You never know what’ll happen. I may not work there today, but I know one day I’ll work for Joey Drew.” Henry stopped when a few people on the train looked at him, and he looked back at the man blushing in embracement.

The man smiled at the confidence in Henry’s voice. He remembered when animation was starting to exist in the human eyes he would do that. It was like he was looking at himself when he was young. “That’s a good attitude to have, and you’re quite right: you never do know what could happen.” Henry and the man smiled.

The man knew the train was going to end soon, and he needed to ask Henry one more question. “Kid, may I see your sketchbook?” He asked,

Henry looked at his sketchbook and handed it to him. “Uh sure, go ahead.”

The man looked through the sketchbook and saw Bendy sketches all over them. Henry was nervous feeling what this man was going to say or do. The man smiled and went to the back of the sketchbook, took out a pen and wrote something on the back. When he was done he handed the book back to Henry.

Henry felt like he was ready to faint when he saw the message that was written on his very own sketchbook. In it were a message and a phone number and a mailing address with a doodle of Bendy smiling and giving a wink.

I don’t think I’ve met anyone with such a clear passion for drawing as you have, and you’ve already quite skilled. I’d like to stay in contact.

Joey Drew

“Y-y-you’re…” Henry couldn’t speak and was at the point of fainting.

“Yup. Joey Drew.” He said in a quiet tone so no one else but them could hear. “And you would be?”

“Henry. My name is Henry.” Henry said shaking hands with his idol. He spent 47minutes on a train ride with someone he looked up too. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Drew.”

Joey chuckled. “Call me Joey.” He said. “And I know when you’re older, you can work at my studio like you said.”

Henry smiled and nodded. He felt like crying, but wiped the tears away before he could. “Thank you Joey. Thank you.” He said. He shook Joey’s hand, Joey offered him a job, his dream job, and he was happy.

The rest of the train ride he and Joey talked explaining how they got into art and how Henry enjoyed the cartoon. Once the ride ended he slowly got off the train looking back at Joey, who smiled at him. When he was finally off, Joey gave him a wave as the train disappeared to the next station.

As he went home he kept cheering that he met Joey Drew on the train. Making his neighborhood look at him, weirdly.

End of Flashback

Bendy sniffled and wiped away the inky tears from his eyes. “T-That was beautiful Henry. I didn’t know you and Joey knew each other for so long.” He said.

Henry smiled too. “Yeah, honestly, Joey was not just my idol, he was also my teacher and my best friend.” He said. Henry looked up at the clock, and saw it was really late. “Anyways, I have to get going.” Henry said grabbing his things and headed out the door.

“Bye Henry see you tomorrow!” Bendy waved.

“Bye Bendy!” Henry waved running out the door to quickly get home.

The two didn’t notice was Joey was standing there the whole time, smiling to himself about Henry. “Good job, kid. Good job.” He said. He went to his office and smiled holding the same picture Henry had on his desk, smiling at how much the two went through to be where they are today.

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Hello! Writing prompt for you! in your after studio au what about the point of view of the toons finally free inside an unknown world? Do this only if you want or if you haven't already done it. Thank you very much ^w^

Summary: After the studio, there's a lot of new development with the toons.

Another case of getting two birds with one stone. I had a request on AO3 for some Sammy X Norman goodness for Post-Studio AU and I also wanted to play around with the toons, so here you go!

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One of the hardest challenges was without a doubt healing and rehabilitating the twisted and imperfect toons that had come out of Joey's revolting experimentation. Creatures that had once been broken, feral and horrifying to look upon if just from how wrong their forms had turned out. Pipers, Fishers and Strikers that hadn't been good enough to be Charleys, Barleys and Edgar's, among a few other creatures that had evaded Henry during his journey through the damned cartoon studio.

Toons that were slowly stabilizing and becoming less what he associated with danger and more similar to what they were truly meant to be, if not a little unique in their own way.

Well, not counting the ones that had been absorbed by those who had "donated" pieces into their creation that is… Some toons just weren't meant to be and others were just the missing piece that a Searcher needed to ascend into higher thought as a Lost One.

Still, even after a series of purges, there remained a few sets of Butcher Gang clones as well as one singular Chester creature.

There was also something else that had been a little alarming at first. What Henry could only describe as pulsating "embryos" (not really but he didn't know what else to equate them to) that had been formed from excess ink that had sloughed off from the more stable studio employees.

A process that didn't start immediately after leaving the studio, rather, a few months after everyone started to settle.

Henry still couldn't forget the vivid image of Sammy being sick for an entire week, spitting up ink every so often, and then throwing up a massive blob of congealed ink that had slowly shaped itself into a Bendy clone with the most unsettling pair of eyes he'd ever seen. He doubted Sammy himself could forget the disturbing experience, and was also pretty sure he was a little traumatized by it.

Even so he seemed to almost have taken to toon in as if he were his own child. Not as worrisome as veneering the little fella, but still quite hard to grasp considering his… unorthodox birth…

"Any more Searcher incidents since I've been gone to check on the girls?" Henry had asked as he was let inside by Allison, catching a whiff of breakfast being cooked. Pancakes and coffee from the smell of things. Like a quaint little cafe or the Stein household in his youth. Comforting.

"Not since two weeks ago. All Searchers have actually become Lost Ones since you've been gone." She'd responded as she led the old cartoonist into the spacious kitchen.

The table was quite long, and the seats provided were no longer mostly composed of pillows and stacks of books to boost certain inhabitants of the house. The Projectionist was still forced to kneel to eat thanks to the added weight of the machinery that was a part of his body, but he didn't complain from where he was leaning into Sammy and his height more than compensated for it anyway. Henry could just about see Susie carefully braiding the many tangled wires and thick cables connected to the Projectionist's head and back.

"Uh, really? How many toons left then?" Glancing around he noted that not everyone had come down to eat yet. Tom and Buddy likely both being in the bathroom washing up from running outdoors. A favourite activity of his.

"Three sets of Butcher Gang clones. Two are incomplete." Allison explained. "We think we know who was the originator of the complete set, but their Charley has stated that the trio is fairly happy to remain as they currently are. They are nearly perfect if you ignore the heavy scarring and prosthetics."

"I take it that's Mr. Allwine's set?" Henry guessed. Humming in understanding when she nodded rather than verbalizing her confirmation.

"I recall Mel now that things are coming back to me. He really enjoyed voicing those three, so I'm not surprised he'd rather remain as the Butcher Gang." Susie added as she finished the messy braid of wiring. "I'll miss his jokes though…"

"I certainly won't. He was a jackass at best…" Sammy huffed, eyeing the unblinking toon currently hiding under his chair. "Don't repeat that around the Edgars… Charley and the Barleys will wallop you into fine impish ink."

"M'not stupid." The little imp retorted in Sammy's own voice, although it sounded much younger. Less weighted down by a bitter and heavy conscience.

"I'm not implying that you are, just giving you a fair warning. Socialized or not, those crooks are always eager to pick a fight." Like a parent passing on sage advice, Sammy offered the little wandering menace a pat before pressing a kiss to the Projectionist's neck.

The larger ink man rumbled happily and seemed content between his two favourite people, and even passed a piece of toast to the little devil hidden under the chair. They made for an odd family unit, but Henry was very sure they were happier than they'd been for a long time.

"Sometimes I forget you had to raise a kid before all this…" Henry chuckled, amused by the domesticity of it all, before turning back to Allison. "The incomplete sets?"

"Not a clue. Well, there's one that's just an Edgar, but we know he was part of Grant… Although he reformed without needing to assimilate that piece." She shrugged "The little guy is more mature than the other two Edgars. I'd say he's more of a teenager even."

"And the remaining incomplete set?"

"An Edgar and a Barley. They lost their Charley a while back, but they haven't clung to any particular employee that we can tell… Grant's Edgar has been around them a lot though, so they seem content." Allison flipped the pancakes over as she spoke. "They also orbit around Mel's Butcher Gang. I think his Charley makes them feel safe."

"Good to always have an emotional safety net I suppose…" Henry was at least glad that they hadn't reverted into feral creatures. Socializing them had been pretty difficult considering how messed up they'd been from their failed creation process. Like teaching feral cats to trust. "Anything else?"

"Norman's been leaking a little." Sammy offered. "Not enough to be alarming, but just about enough that we're sure we're uh… Well. Expecting extra company."

As if to prove Sammy's point, the Projectionist let out a choked wet cough, the tube connected to his esophagus uncoiling and shuddering before a blob splattered onto Sammy's lap.

Henry winced at the mess, and gave the curly haired musician a sympathetic look as his face went completely blank. Likely registering what had just happened.

"Ewwww…" the not quite perfect Bendy clone inched away from the drippy mess, while Susie shook her head and got up.

"I'll get the napkins…"

In the Projectionist's defense, he looked quite sheepish for a creature that couldn't properly emote. Hunched shoulders and claws tapping together as he looked down at his knees in shame.

"Lovely…" Sammy pinched the bridge of his nose and just let the blob fall to the ground. It twitched slightly but remained as it was. "You'd think the miracle of childbirth would be nicer to bare witness to..."

"Even if it were the more conventional and biologically sound method, I can assure you it's not as beautiful as most would have you believe." Henry offered with a tight smile as he tried not to think about the tiny inky organism that was slowly reshaping itself into the vague figure of a comic strip character. "And I was there to see it happen twice."

"I take it there was a lot of screaming involved?" Sammy smiled at Susie as she returned with the napkins. He started patting the stains carefully, letting the ink soak into the napkin.

"On my part? Plenty." Henry winced "No one ever told me there's more after the baby comes out… And it didn't get easier the second time around. Linda nearly crushed my hands…"

It didn't take long for breakfast to be done and every single household member to rush down to eat once called upon.

Only now the Projectionist was holding a toon of his own, while he vacuumed up cut up pieces of pancake and orange juice.

All things considered, having a new playmate for the other toons wasn't a bad thing.

If only the little blighter wasn't a troublemaking super villain… His first action was to shoot the pancake pieces out of Tom's fork and the large toon wolf was none too pleased when the little jerk started giggling about it.

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Binky was surprisingly the easiest of the toons to get along with, right after Buddy. Outside of the studio, the Ink Demon was no longer a sinister figure that haunted the imagination of those who'd suffered in Joey Drew's nightmare.

Instead he was something closer to the cartoon character he was meant to be. Except he was much less troublesome than the mischievous and often misguided devil darling himself. In fact, the lanky imp was rather shy.

Sure he still looked far too human in proportions, and he was still learning how to speak, but honestly nothing about him was as off-putting as Henry initially thought. He felt bad judging him on appearances alone. Just like Joey had…

And, knowing what he did now, Henry didn't blame Binky for any of what he did in the studio.

The tiresome plotline, the living Ink's conflicting will, and the isolation had been the source of the Ink Demon's violent actions.

A scared and confused toddler following the bad examples of others.

But not anymore.

Not for as long as Henry was here to protect these people and help them grow.

Binky's less rumbustious disposition also meant he had a tendency to opt for calmer and more relaxing things to do. Like sleep under the shade of a tree when the weather was nice, watching the fish swim by in the stream, or pick flowers of all shapes, sizes and colors. Often doing so while watching the other toons run around and frolik like wild children.

Most often the poor guy was the unsuspecting victim of the Wanderer's shenanigans (despite Sammy's constant reminders to play nice).

With the addition of Cameraman, things were more hectic.

Others had lost their own excess ink in the span of the few days of Henry's visit, so the roster of toons consistently grew the better some people recuperated.

Jack had actually come down to visit as well, looking positively happy to find so many were experiencing something similar to himself.

In the first week of living with his husband and roommates, he'd apparently shed some more of his own ink and later found a small cartoon sheep staring up at him from under his bathroom sink. That had been an interesting night for the Fains.

Said sheep was eager to meet two others who'd been formed off of two other members of the Music Department. Johnny Brokeheart, the organist that had once been imprisoned inside his beloved instrument, and Julian Whitaker, the cellist that had sometimes visited the Prophet's domain for protection as a Lost One with a prominent limp.

The Woolly Triplets were happy to be together for a few hours before Jack returned home with his third of the trio. The little guy was reluctant to leave Jack's side, and both he and Theo had grown attached to him anyway.

It'd feel strange to part ways so suddenly.

Henry had marveled at the interesting cast of characters that were still coming together.

There were now three wolves, three angel, a demoness, a living camera, two imps, a leprechaun, two pirates, a living pirate chess, and three spiders.

He could only imagine what else might pop up the next time he came around to check on everyone.

It was truly a full house.

One full of silly shenanigans and exasperated parents that didn't want to admit their kids were adorable but little hellions. Such an odd thought, being a parent to a cartoon character that had at one point been their means to earn money… Odder still how easily they connected with them.

Perhaps because they'd come from them? Like an actual offspring?

That seemed to be the case with Sammy at least. If anyone had reasons to resent a certain grinning devil, it had to be the false prophet who'd grown disillusioned.

He loved the little Wanderer though.

Unsettling eyes and grin be damned, he was a proud da and did what he could to raise him.

Same with Norman who actually had proper experience as a father, and then even Susie who'd been a little miffed that she didn't have a little Alice to tend to, but still took on the responsibility of teaching Miss Twisted to not be too much of a nuisance (she loved her really, like mother like daughter they ended up becoming in less than an hour).

Even those who Henry hadn't pegged as the sort to want to be parents were doing grand with their own toons.

Grant was an exemplary father despite his neurotic personality, and even Bertrum and Lacie seemed fond of acting as an uncle and aunt to the toons. Teaching them things and letting them get away with things their parents wouldn't.

It was… honestly very nice.

Nothing the toons didn't deserve after such a rough start.

[adobe-outdesign]

Bendy Chapter 2 Liveblog (DAgames Video)

also known as “outdesign fucking theorized like a boss“

Gonna shove this under a cut for spoilers LET’S GO

(comprehension not guaranteed as I’m taking this all in the first time)

new title screen and five chapters total confirmed!

Bendy absolutely knocked Henry out with a frying pan I will accept no other answer

“utility shaft” is probably a nod to Disney’s utiladors! That explains the 500 basements

you can drink the bacon soup. I’m so fucking glad

oooh shit, i think my theory about bendy being worshipped as a god was 100% correct judging by the recoding

was that joey?? joey get your ass out of here Bendy’s enough of a problem as is

holy shit you can totally chop the cutouts. payback for those jumpscares bitch

PERSON! WITH no shirt wtf

oh wait, that might’ve been made of ink. hence the no shirt. actually no ink demons should still wear shirts

weird gasping when the gate was opened?? no stop that

Sammy Lawrence (or is that the VAs name? it’s not clear) confirmed for song writer

SO THAT’S WHAT WAS MEANT BY BEWARE THE INK ABORT ABORT

(also I think both me and anon predicted this one? 10 outta 10)

this is some jazzy music, nice

baby noise from organ?? what

“the lighter side of hell“ was the text on the record you pick up in chapter 1

Brooklyn dude’s confirmed to be named Wally Franks but he’ll still be Brooklyn dude in my heart

ceiling bendy watches you sleep

“Alice Angel” confirmed for new character! sounds like a Minnie Mouse counterpart

I don’t like the “like she’s a part of me‘ line. I feel like the VAs became the characters or something

fucking cutouts

maybe Sammy’s shutting down production because Bendy disliked it? hence why he’s gone for long periods

(sammy, henry, we got all the TSE characters up in here)

okay, I’m convinced, sammy was a cultist and also probably hella dead/a cartoon/something dangerous

I don’t want to know Joey’s sanctuary

OH GOD THEY’RE MULTIPLYING

Sammy your sanctuary sucks ass

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT IS THAT BENDY NO

oh shit, that’s not IRL bendy, that’s a person (ink person?) in a bendy mask. hell to the no

you totally drown in ink. I’d say I called that but honestly I’d be surprised if you didn’t drown in ink at some point here

the blueprints say “Ink Machine (something) 2“. are there... 2 of these fuckers?

I can’t believe that song was just referenced here A+

that noise at the end kind of sounded like Alice’s VA? maybe not though

new objective: take the stairs instead of the elevator you lazy piece of

Henry stop getting knocked out your gonna get brain injuries at this rate

SAMMY I KNEW YOU WERE A CULTIST not that it’s exactly a big secret

god damn those costumes are fucking creepy no thanks

sheep song reference?

“but the believers must honor their savior‘. so yeah it looks like they’re gonna sacrifice you to Bendy

bendy senpai notice me

ooh, so he was “He will set us free“ dude. I didn’t think that was Bendy speaking, looks like I was right

actually Sammy’s god might be Boris, hence the sheep references. wouldn’t surprise me if they’re both deities here

could those messages have been written by Sammy instead of bendy? he’s inky and that would explain the “it’s time to believe thing“, and possibly the “creator lied to us“

oh, so “he will set us free” is actually referring to the cartoons, not Henry. sweet

BENDY. IS. PISSED

ya done fucked up son

woah, IRL Bendy’s new model looks really nice

THE BACON SOUP IS AN OMEN

BORIS YOU MOTHERFUCKER I NEW YOU WEREN’T GONNA STAY DEAD

he seems totally calm, so he’s probably gonna be an ally? if he was sacrificed to Bendy like Henry almost was he’s probably not gonna kill you

“ode to bendy“ as in like “ode to God“

RIP Sammy, rest in... ink

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