#ic >> the ink demon 🖋️

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@ama-tcra-su || continued

Oh! She's coming closer. Bendy tries not to tense further as she approaches. The calmness at which she does helps with this; his shoulders quickly relax.

He can't help but crack a smile as she sniffs him... he's never seen a real wolf before! Well, one that isn't a cartoon, anyway. His mind is wandering to Boris, in fact... Boris isn't quite this fluffy! He wants to touch it so bad.

Carefully, he holds his gloved hand out to her, letting her further take in his scent before anything. He smells... very strongly of ink. It's a little warm, too... as if not long from fresh out of the printer.

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//the "i miss boris" post has the same energy as the "i miss my wife tails" quote /j/j/j

❝ Henry, I miss my husband. ❞

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⋆｡°✩ @believingyourwords liked for a starter from bendy. ⋆｡°✩

Something is making a bit of a commotion in the Kirijo manor... not noticeable unless you're near the room, though. Bendy assumed he was alone, with how big and empty this wing of the place seemed.

He isn't sure how he ended up here, but he stopped caring when he noticed a room full of beautiful little train sets! He's been playing in here for a while now. It's like heaven to him... heaven, which he isn't supposed to reach...

The caution and learned fear has completely left his body, in favor of the wonderful, joyous sound of the valve of the train going "choo choo!" None of the toy trains he found in the studio could make that sound, like a real one!

It isn't like him to be so inattentive, to drop his guard... but he can't help himself.

He doesn't notice when the door creaks.

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@collectalong liked for a starter! 🖋️

Fern appears to have found himself... somewhere completely sepia-toned, with sketchlines and splotches of ink everywhere... like a real-life drawing. More pressingly, it appears he's caught the attention of a little something.

More specifically, there's a small cartoon imp staring at him. They're frozen still in fear; so much so that they don't make any move at all for a long moment. They don't run away, nor do they say anything.

Finally, they hesitantly step a little closer, wringing their gloved hands nervously. A little smile comes to their face, though...

{ Green, } Rings out a voice from every direction at once, as if spoken directly into Fern's mind. This may not inspire pleasant memories. But despite how dark and gurgly the sound of it is, its tone is pleasant, like it's genuinely happy to see this color.

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Bendy perks up, catching the train in their hands as it rolls close to them, lifting it up and hugging it tight to their chest, like a reunion with a loved one.

They blink welling black tears from their eyes, producing a smear when they rub at it. They hadn't realized just how scared they'd gotten.

They're relieved. Anything more, and they probably would have shifted... and then, she'd definitely not have shown this kindness. But, they'd be safe.

Quietly, they look up at her and make eye contact again. They smile gently. Her apology seems to have been accepted.

So, it can understand her. Kikuno assumes it either can’t speak, or doesn’t want to. She nods lightly, more to herself than to the creature. She follows its gaze to the abandoned train it had picked from among the long-unused sets.

A memory comes to her easily when she reaches her hand out to the toy, gloved fingers merely tracing its well-modeled details. One from years in her past, of a small hand tugging her’s along when she should have been doing something else, eager voice hushing and pleading for her to indulge in these luxuries as a playmate for once. Innocent laughter is the last thing her mind lets her grasp of the moment, leaving her with a fond smile to herself.

“You were only playing, weren’t you?” Kikuno retrieves a handkerchief from her person, and polishes away the specks of dust undisturbed by the creature’s use. Once she’s sure all that can come off of it has, she sets the toy upright, and pushes it along the floor, its wheels carrying it not far from where the stranger has chosen to hide before it slows to a halt.

“Forgive my startling you. I’d thought you were an intruder.” And, technically that wasn’t…untrue, but the entity’s lack of malice is what lead her to this in the first place.

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The Ink Demon, in all his horribleness, stands before you. A supernatural, physical chill washes over you, despite no breeze to be heard of. He approaches, and reaches out with long claws that certainly spell death—

...Oh. He just placed a flower crown on your head.

He looks away.

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He is sitting here, happily munching on the comically large candy hoard he amassed from yesterday. He's so happy that his dad and Audrey let him go! He had so much fun. Everyone loved him... it's almost like old times.

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{ Nobody likes me, everyone's afraid of me... }

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Bendy tilts their head at that, taking a moment to parse what it is he's saying. Cronies...? Monsters, he means? He's looking at their ruler, right now.

Of course, they're not going to say this. That doesn't exactly give the best impression—and they still don't trust that sword, despite its lowering.

Somewhere deeper down the hall, a ghostly, burbling groan can be heard.

{ ...Yes. I don't know... why you want to fight? } The demon shifts around anxiously, looking from side to side. Clearly, they don't find the idea appealing.

something in them changes. they're not sure how, or in what direction—maybe the way their sword lowers, it's less violence for the both of them.

deals... so this guy's magic, in some fashion. they don't seem to act like any of the regular dungeon baddies. maybe this one was a bust to break into.

fern would probably huff, if he needed to breathe, but he doesn't.

"eh. i don't think you coulda did anything for me anyways." a glance around. "any cronies i gotta slice up? i was mostly lookin' for dungeon fun, but this ain't checking any boxes."

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“   there  are  moments  when  i  think  i’m  going  crazy .   ” bendy for ink bendy/candy

80s hits sentence starters | accepting

Candy is quiet. He normally is, to be fair, but rather; he doesn't make any move to respond to the other demon for a moment.

He really didn’t expect to share any sentiment with the other like this- after all, they must be so different, right? He was just an imitation of Bendy, nothing like the real deal standing right in front of him. But, maybe... it wasn’t so black and white, after all. In a metaphorical sense, obviously.

Finally, a thoughtful rumble rises up in his throat.

{ Me toO. } Says a small cue card he sheepishly holds up, materialized out of apparently nowhere other than his own will.

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Taken aback, Bendy lets out a delighted, whistling chuckle. Right, yeah, she probably wants to be pet! Who is he to deny her?

He strokes her fur up and down, scratching behind the ear his hand naturally draws closer to at her lead. As he does, he finds himself gradually leaning against her, practically sinking into her sheer fluff.

He doesn't think he's ever felt anything this soft in his life.

{ Puppy... } Whispers a voice, everywhere at once, and nowhere at the same time. Despite how unfitting its deep, dark intonation is; the source can be inferred.

She does not sense any malice from this creature, nor did he seem to be aggressive; all she could smell is warm ink, which flooded in her nostrils. Is this entity weaved out of the material or somesort? And if so, how did he come to be? For now, those questions were shoved aside, and instead she focused at the palm open in front of her.

Without hesitation, her forehead is pushed against his palm, her soft fur running underneath his fingers. Amaterasu simply released a contented huff, guiding his fingers along the short fur on her head.

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{ 🖋️ }  ╾  What is that horrible noise? “The Ink Demon” thinks to himself, clutching his horns in his hands in a (futile) attempt to lessen it by any means possible. It seems like it’s not stopping on its own, so he starts seeking it out, hissing with heavy breaths in anger and discontent. His expression doesn’t change, despite this. It can’t.

He’ll make it stop. It doesn’t matter what it is. It just needs to be gone.

He emerges from a puddle of ink to what appears to be the source of the noise- considering how much louder it is. Now he really needs to make it stop. With no hesitation, he lunges at whatever it is, hoping to strike it with his right hand’s claws.

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☆ ANSWERS ❓ CANDY ☆

@fazbearings​ asked: “ don’t worry about it. it’s just that i missed my therapy appointment today and i’m a little upset about it. “ snap for candy

{  That”s rOugh , budd  y.  } Says the tall demon’s messy handwriting. 

{  U sure you”re OK   ?  } He tilts his crescent-shaped head, an air of concern about him for the smaller drawing.

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Hey Bendy, try turning into your other forms while your small. I'm curious if you can.

a good suggestion.

shouldn't be too difficult to manage. give him a second as he clambers up onto a chair in front of a drawing desk. balancing on it precariously as he tries to reach for an inkwell left on the desk. takes some struggling (and a near fall!) but bendy manages to scoop it up!

he uncaps the well. ❝ Here we go. ❞ && promptly dumps the contents out onto himself. covering himself with black pigment in order to quicken a transformation. the ink causing them to become more && more off-model, turning from a cute cartoon devil into a melting mockery of it.

❝ It works. ❞ feels weird being so tiny like this though.

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@cflight summoned: Immidiately the demon is bombarded with kiss after kiss!! As much as they can, Ekira nuzzles their face up against his face, sure to get every inch, no spot going unkissed, with a plethora of "I love yous!" coming from the bard, tone soft and sweet. // unprompted

thump thump goes their tail; wagging with such force that it continually smacks against the floor. the demon is immediately melting under all of the affection. heavy purrs roll about in his chest as he leans forward && presses his face against them. content to allow ekira to bombard him with kisses, making no effort to stop them.

each i love you is returned with soft chittering╍him too flustered to properly speak. he shifts his weight && move from crouching to sitting on the floor. for once their guard is completely lowered as they soak up the attention; posture lax with any tension long gone. bendy more or less becoming purring mush in the goat's hands. being spoilered with so much love is rare for them... it's safe to say he's enjoying this.

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The caution and the distance at which she approaches makes him less wary, but clearly doesn't rid of it entirely. He scoots back a little from where he sits, wringing his hands anxiously and glancing from side to side, like he's checking for easy exits.

...He should respond to her question somehow, but he is not going to use his voice. He offers her a shrug and a shake of his head. He's not sure how he ended up here.

He looks back at the toy train he dropped, still releasing a harmless 'steam' from its chimney. He thinks very hard about making a mad dash to pick it back up... but decides against it. This lady is probably here because people aren't supposed to mess with anything in this room! He doesn't want her to consider shooting him again.

He clasps his hands together and bows his head in apology.

She's seen shadows cower before. The weaker ones can sense the sheer strength of a persona user; she's witnessed the panic that fear itself is consumed by in the presence of her fellow shadow operatives. But never has one fled from her. This brings her to tentatively holster her handgun after several seconds of consideration.

This curiosity, she's decided, is worth the risk. She can defend herself in the case of something going awry. What kind of servant would she be if she couldn't? Noting how skittish the creature was, she carefully lowers herself to the ground until she's knelt, maintaining her distance.

It takes the appearance of something not unlike an old cartoon, but somewhat beaten, almost frail. Childlike. Kikuno feels something stir deep in her heart.

"What are you doing here?" She tries, gently, after several long moments of remaining still.