#i tried to get some navy blue in the bg too but i think its lost under the pink text sorry ^^;

[hananono]

happy valentines day @addendumbeekeeper !! i was your partner for the @precuresecretexchange—you mentioned loving cure macherie and cure amour, so of course i had to draw them, bc i love them too! hope you enjoy it!! ❤️💜

[mad-hatter-ison]

Sillyvision Presents Resurrected from the Blotter

A Bendy AU by me: Mad-Hatter-ison. All rightfully belong to theMeatly and Joey Drew Studios

Bg Note: Hi guys, well this be the first time I posted about my own Bendy story. I am planning to make an art comic version of this, for now I am typing the story. This may be the introduction/prologue, but I hope you guys love it. 

Introduction

Many of you heard of the tale of a hero fighting against a ferocious monster who torture people til death because it can. Many of you also witness battle after battle of which will gain victory or defeat. 

But what if the hero is tired of fighting? What if the hero doesn't want to be a hero? What if the beast doesn't want to continue its fate of hurting others and rather helping and live at peace with them? What if there's no hero nor villian?

However even with that playing a part, this story isn't about them. This twisted fantasy of monsters, sorcerers, and demons circling around to pounce is about me...

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Madison," I looked up from my computer desk to see my boss standing towards me, "I know you have a lot to cover, but you're already over your shift, do you think it's best to get ready to head home?"

I turn back to my computer screen of a ton of tech paperwork and piles of accounting invoices, then back at her, "I think I need a longer shift, ma'm. I need to get everything sorted out after the new year." 

"I will think about it," my boss sighed, "But head home and get some rest over the weekend." I sighed back and got up, packing my bag and tying my blue scarf around my neck. I waved good bye to some of the co workers in the Accounting office, clocked out the shift time with a card, then left the building and towards my car on a very cloudy day. 

I look up at the building and sigh once again as I opened the car door; I knew I could've just head home and relax for the rest of the day, but I just couldn't. Of course overworking is unhealthy, but whenever there's a file on my desk or if I ever think of an idea to draw or sketch, I'm always determined I get them done towards the end of the day or the week.

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I started the car, turn on some music on my phone, and drove home. After I set foot inside of my home, I can see my mom preparing her make-up for a sport event. "I'm home, Mom." I spoke.

She turned and smiled, "Welcome back, sweetie. How was work?" I replied, "Well, the tech and new year paperwork are trying to kill me." 

I place my work bag on an office desk as I heard my mother spoke, "Well, I'm sure you'll get them done, you are a hard working young lady." "Yeah, a hard working lady who's trying to get everything done and will not stop til everything is done." I spoke with my eyes rolled. 

"Madison," I heard my mom walked to me, "I know it's difficult, but there's no need to stress yourself, it isn't healthy." "I'm trying, but no matter how I tried, it just kept growing and I couldn't keep up." I spoke as I can hear my dad walking downstairs.

"Hey dad." I changed the subject. "Hey there Madi," He replied as he ruffled my dark brown hair, "How was work?" "Madison is stressing out." My mom interrupted as I tried to cover my issue. 

"Madison, I know this job can be stressful and you need to get everything done, it happens to the best of us," my dad said, "But your boss is nice enough to make sure you work and relax at the same time."

I looked down, knowing he could be right; but it's difficult trying to get eveything done because I always feared of getting fired or being a failure to both of my parents.

In a while I see them heading towards the door as my mother said, "Are you sure you won't come see the game?" "I'm sure mom, I can handle this." I replied. After one more hug from my mom, I watched their car drove off, leaving me at home.

I spent almost an hour watching old time cartoon films, jealous for the fact they can get everything done no problem and survive a fatal injury without leaving a scratch or a consequence. 

Part of me just wish my life can be more convenient as the cartoons I watched.

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It was not too long when my stomach started growling and remembered there's barely anything to make; so I turned off the tv, grabbed my bag and keys to lock my front door, then head back to the car to drive towards the nearest grocery store.

It was already starting to downpour as I finished shopping and the traffic became busier and busier like working bees. I groaned, knowing there has to be a quickest way home than being stuck in sea of cars for the rest of the evening. So I checked a GPS on my phone and found the quickest way back.

Following the directions, I ended up driving towards the smaller part of the suburban area where everything is surrounded by trees and nature. But as I drive, I see a flash with a boom sound as lightning strikes a nearby tree, causing it to fall and blocked my way. I was hoping to stop the car, but as I stomped on the break it was already too late. 

Despite the rain, I got out of the car and see the upper right of it was damaged by the tree. I sigh and reached for my phone inside the car to call my parents, but I noticed the low battery signal flashing at me. I panicked because it isn't safe to wait inside the car to let my phone charge and I can't wait outside in the freezing rain. “At least, there has to be a place I can wait out the storm...”

Just my luck there it was, a one story house with the lights on inside. I grabbed my bag and groceries and raced towards the front door.

I knocked and rang the door bell, but no reply. I tried to knock once more, but felt the door opening on itself. I peeked inside and saw no one's here, no sign of the owner. I wanted to stay there, but the wind and rain were both pushing harder that I didn't have a choice, but to jump inside.

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I looked around the building and everything looked old fashion from the box television to the old movie posters. I looked up one of them and tilt my head in curiosity, Bendy in Little Devil Darling.

“Who's Bendy?” I thought as I stared at the old poster of a gloved hand.  

I looked around again to find the owner of the building, calling out for any sign for them, but no reply again. However as I looked around, I begin seeing some drawings on a desk and pictures of what appears to be two gentleman with a drawing of a character at the middle.

One man has brown eyes and dark brown hair in a ponytail, while his friend has blue eyes, dark navy hair, and glasses. I looked at the character in curiosity, showing what appears to be a round demon with a white bow-tie and gloves, grinning from ear to ear. 

I shook my head a bit and went back to feast my eyes on the sketches the owner done. I raised a brow when I thought that they were some of the most bizarre ones I ever witnessed. 

One was a woman with horns and half of her face was scribbled up, the second involves a dog who looked ten times human size and monstrous, third and fourth have two strange men , one has a camera head and the other was wearing some kind of mask; and for what caught my attention the most was the same cartoon demon from the picture, but taller, leaner, and ooze covered his face that turn his innocent looking smile menacingly. 

I decided the best to ignore and not ask about the drawings and explore a bit until I find the owner of this curious home. Even if I chose to ignore, the images of the four bizarre beings were stuck in my thoughts. 

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I then saw an outlet on the kitchen counter close to the wall and with relief, I pulled out my phone charger connected to my phone and plugged it in to see it charging. That was when I noticed the thing behind me.

I turned around and saw something big, metallic rectangle shaped poking out from one room across the kitchen. With all the curiosity I have, I walked towards the room to take a closer look.

What I saw was some kind of machine or contraption iced with stains and rust. It all came with a spout, a pump, and what appears to be a leaking container with a label spelled 'Ink.'

I knelt down to study the decade old machine, only for my hand to feel something cold and wet. I looked up and noticed my left hand touched the top of the machine that is flooded with the flowing container.

I shivered and got up while walking across the room again towards the kitchen sink to wash it off. But despite being wet and there for a few seconds, the ink barely comes off, not even a little. I kept trying to scrub it off, even with a sponge, but no avail. 

I was about to panic, but then I begin to hear such a strange sound...whistling... Not like some train or metal whistle, but someone whistling a happy tune, coming through a door between the kitchen and the back room with the machine.

"That got to be the owner!" I thought again.

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I walked towards the door and knock on the door while listening to the tune. However it wasn't getting louder towards the door, more going back and becoming silent as if he didn't hear me.

Without a second thought, I opened the door and look inside a very dark hallway instead of what suppose to be the backyard or a garage. 

I looked around and held my bag tightly after taking a breath then walk inside the dark hall in hopes of finding the owner.

Little do I figure that as soon as I step inside that dark hallway, what leads out will immediately change my life forever more...