#m; the creator lied to us;; BENDY

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@fazbearings​ said: Bendy better prepare for a incoming hug. (From my bendy haha !! )

Well, ink-color him surprised!

All the work crunch in Joey Drew Studios barely gives anyone any time to display their appreciation for anyone.​ And it’s something that you only realize how starved of it you are when you get it. Just like this.

Needless to say, the hug is very welcomed and reciprocated. With newfound vigor, Bendy even leans back lifting his equal (his double? twin?) and taking him for a twirling spin off his feet!

[thefunkyclouds]

Magical Anon did this to em, he explained that. Now once I get my hands on that anon...

*Ink Bendy looked around for that Magic Anon but to no avail the anon was nowhere to be seen right now*

*Cuphead didn't say anything right now but he was angry*

[M!A | Faceless Cup: 6/50]

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Song of the Sea

((In which I return to the Angst War with a bang, @scipunk63​. Characters from @ask-joeydrewstudios​))

Warning: Major Character Death/Disfigurement

Loud coughs filled the studio as a brown haired man sighed, pushing his glasses up and rolling up his sweater slightly. “You’d going to the hospital,” he said in a firm tone. “You don’t do us any good dying of phenomena when there’s an easy fix to it.”

“But the toons,” the elder man, who had been the origin of the coughing, argued, tone weak.

“Will be fine alone for one night,” The blonde in a blue dress said from the older man’s other side. “You need a doctor, Joey.”

“I’ll be by the studio in the morning,” the younger man promised, causing Joey to raise a weak, shaky finger at him.

“The studio better be in one piece, Henry Batim, or else I’ll fire you,” It was a harmless joke; both men knew he’d never fire the man.

“Of course, Mister Drew,” Henry countered as the little Devil Darlin’ himself watched the interaction from afar, worry pooling in him for his creator. The Angel from Above and Wolf in Sheep’s Clothes came to stand beside him, ink hearts heavy as their black eyes followed the three’s every movement until they were out of sight.

“Norman needed us a half hour ago,” Alice managed to say a few moments later, yet none moved to head towards the projectionist’s booth. Shawn, who was passing by, saw them and sighed, changing his direction to stand behind them.

“Come along then,” he said, doing his best to smile. “We’ve got some cheerin’ up to do, don’t we?”

~~~~~~

None of them could sleep, and as a result, they wandered down to the lower levels, Boris pausing at 2b while Alice and Bendy continued down to 4b, where the corrupted Ink lied. Boris, having found a nice looking plastic tub to puddle in, the emotional exhaustion taking hold of him.

He was too far asleep when the first trickle started.

Bendy and Alice, meanwhile, were sitting on top of the pipes that had created a 4 bend, Alice resting her head on Bendy’s as they nodded off to sleep. It was only due to Alice tucking her feet under her whenever she sat that it was Bendy who had noticed their predicament.

By then, of course, floor 5b had flooded completely, and 4b was three feet under with six more to go before it was gone as well.

“Alice!” Bendy cried out in pain, pulling his tail and feet up sharply, looking at the former appendage in horror as the tip of it was gone, having dissolved upon the water touching it. “Alice, wake up! The studio is flooding!”

The ink angel blinked a few times before yelping, hands flying to her chest and eyes widening. From the first floor, thunder cracked madly, right above the studio, sending shockwaves all throughout the building, causing the water to splash up in waves, making both the trapped toons jump to their feet. Alice’s heels caught at the wrong place, and she started to fall, the pipes behind them barely close enough to stop her fall, though her halo was dislodged, splashing in the water below, the white ink slowly lost in the swirling waters below.

Looking around, she saw an old door floating in a slow circle, edging closer and closer to them. “If we can get on that door,” she said, “we can use it like a raft!”

“How are we gonna get to the stairs?” Bendy asked, still holding his tail close. She pursed her lips before glancing at the pipes near them. There were two pipes, rusted, and half submerged in water. “Those? They look like they could break as soon as we pick ‘em up!”

“Would you rather be melted?” She snapped. “The door’s almost here.”

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“It’s coming down so hard,” Dianne said from where she was standing beside the window, light purple shawl wrapped around her. “Are you sure they’ll be alright pookie? Aren’t they afraid of thunder?”

Henry glanced outside the window as well, lips pulling into a frown. “It’s raining too hard for me to go right now. I’d be in an accident if I tried,” he sighed before pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes fiercely. “First thing in the morning,” he mumbled, putting his glasses back on and glancing between his desk filled with papers and the near tornadic thunderstorm that was happening outside.

Would there even be a studio for him to return to tomorrow…?

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Bendy had been right about the pipes breaking as soon as they had grabbed them, but by the time that 3b was almost filled to the ceiling, they found out that they could easily reach up and use their hands to guide their path. When the water reached 2b, however, the two toons shared a concerned look. There, floating in a tub, was Boris’s head as he looked around, whining almost in pain as his right ear twitched.

“Boris, don’t worry!” Bendy called. “We’re coming to getcha!” From where he was standing on Alice’s shoulders, he began to guide the door towards the tub. The ink wolf whimpered and twitched, as if ready to go full puddle any second. “D-do ya remember that song Joey sang to us? Wanna sing it?”

Alice swallowed and felt her legs shake, but started the lullaby off. “Hush now, my storrin, close your eyes and sleep. Waltzing the waves, diving the deep. Stars are shining bright; the wind is on the rise, whispering the words of long lost lullabies.” Her voice trailed off as a small bout of thunder made the water shake onto the door, catching her foot slightly.

“I had a dream last night,” Bendy picked up, voice sounding just as shaky. “And heard the sweetest sound. I saw a great white light, and dancers in the round. Castles in the sand, cradles in the trees.  Don’t cry-,”

A loud clap of thunder sounded, causing both Alice and Bendy to startle, the angel letting go of the dancing devil’s lets in a failed attempt to gain her balance. Both fell backwards in a slow moment of horror which was only amplified as Alice’s back bended towards her hips, her front half submerging into the water as Bendy was fully submerged, shock filling his system as he stared at Alice’s wide eyes.

The sharp, intense pain made both scream, water entering their mouths and burning their throats. Bendy finally started to move, but he was dissolving quick, and Alice reached out, feeling Boris’s hands on her ankles. Come on Bendy! She managed to think through the haze. There was true desperation in the ink demon’s eyes as their fingers brushed…

And he fully dissolved just as Boris pulled her up, torso head and arms half melted.

“‘En’y…” she whispered in horror.

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Henry looked between the clock and outside anxiously, biting his lip and shifting in place. It was eight in the morning, and it was still coming down as hard as ever. The phone rang and he jumped before picking it up. “Hello?”

“Henry!” It was Wally. “Henry, the studio is flooded! There’s no sign of the toons on the top two floors anywhere and sub-basements 2 to 5 are completely filled!”

He felt like it was out of a cliche movie, the way time seemed to slow as the phone slipped out of his hands. White noise filled his ears, and a thousand different scenarios flashed before his eyes. All he could do was think one thing:

How am I going to tell Joey…?

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Alice was in a fitful state of consciousness and unconsciousness, half puddled on the door as Boris desperately tried to get to the stairs that lead to the first floor. When unconscious, she dreamt of Bendy, and his last moments, and while conscious, hallucinations visited her of Bendy and Joey, blaming her, saying she should’ve been the one to have fallen in.

Boris looked at his sister fearfully, his tail singed, in a sense, along with his right ear and legs, but he had not been submerged as Alice had… as… as Bendy had… Inky tears filled his eyes, but he forced himself to continue pushing on, hearing raised voices from the stairwell. “Sammy!” He cried out. “SAMMY!”

The toon collapsed to his knees and the sound of splashing was heard, one Sammy Lawrence coming into view a second before his world went black, Henry and Wally not far behind him.

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“Joey,”

The grey haired man jumped at his employee’s tone, and when he looked up, his heart twisted. Something was wrong… something was very very wrong. “Henry? What happened?”

“The… the studio flooded.” he said, voice breaking in such sorrow and grief. “The toons were trapped in 2b. Bendy… he…” The man started sobbing, hands pressing to his eyes. “He’s gone. Alice’s halfway there.”

“And Boris…?” Joey whispered in disbelief. The studio flooded? That couldn’t’ve happened! “Batim, what about my third creation?!”

“He’s worse for wear. He saved Alice, but he’s tearing himself up about it. Sammy, Wally and Norman are with them.” The younger man took a deep breath. “What are we going to do, sir?”

“Get me out of this damned place,” Joey Drew snapped, and for once, Henry didn’t argue.

~~~~~~~~

Weeks later, Alice looked at her reflection in disgust. Why should she live, when her brother couldn’t? Why hadn’t it been her that went under? She would’ve survived longer; she was much bigger than Bendy is… was… was…

Anger fueled her, and she struck out, catching the mirror and shattering it.

Damn Joey Drew for creating us, she thought bitterly, though a second later she regretted it instantly. Papa Drew never did anything bad to them, and always treated them like his children. It was something… something she didn’t deserve. Even if Joey and Boris said it wasn’t her fault, she knew.

She knew it was.

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Grief makes a different person.

Boris had heard the saying before, but he didn’t know what it meant until this moment, because until this moment, Joey drew had never been anything less than kind and caring towards him.

But at this moment, he was glaring and snippy. Why couldn’t Boris save both Alice and Bendy? Didn’t he know it was his fault that Alice looked the way she did because of him?

At this moment and the ones far before, he wished he could’ve saved both. He wished Alice didn’t look half melted, and he wished his older brother was still around. He wanted his family back, not the group of strangers that had taken over their bodies.

So as he stood in the now gutted music department, he couldn’t help but wonder how things would’ve played out differently.

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Perhaps Henry was the one who had been hit the most.

He had, of course, promised to stay at the studio that night, but instead, went home to tell his wife what happened. And then the downpour started. He should’ve just called. Maybe the toons would all be here if he had.

He deserved to be fired; he just didn’t understand why Joey was hesitating on that front.

One day, he paused at the Machine, remembering those first few days with Bendy. He’d… he’d do anything to get the ink demon back. Glancing around, he went to the hallowed wall that Joey thought he was being sneaky with and opened up the hatch, eyes only for one thing.

The little black book with the silver pentagram.

He knew the page he wanted would be the one that it immediately flipped open to as Joey had read it so many times after he did Bendy, but before he did Boris and Alice. He looked at the translated English, well aware that he was shaking. If he did this… what would Dianne think? His sweet little son? Would it be the Bendy they all loved and remembered, or would it just be a clone, a completely fresh slate?

“Henry,” Whirling around and holding the book close to his chest, the man looked at his boss with wide, fearful eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I thought… I thought I could…” he stumbled over his words, and the man’s blue eyes softened to a sad tone.

“I thought that too, when it first happened,” Joey sighed, gently taking the book out of his apprentice’s hands and putting it back. “But the cursed ink that help Bendy’s memories was too diluted for the ritual to take a firm grip.”

“So he’s gone… he’s really gone…”

Years passed, and one day, he walked into the studio, eyes narrowing at how quiet it seemed. “Joey?” He called out before frowning. Why did that seem wrong? There was pitter patter and a familiar looking toon was in front of him.

“Bendy, get back here!” A familiar voice called. Joey Drew rounded the corner, and stopped behind the familiar being. “Oh, hello there Henry.” The man in question stared at the toon, flabbergasted.

“Bendy…?” he whispered. “But… how? You’re a toon!”

“We don’t quite know ourselves,” Joey chuckled as the said ink demon pouted before launching himself at Henry and hugging him tightly.

Henry returned the hug, shaking as the toon whispered, “it’s wasn’t your fault,”

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Henry and the Ink Machine Part 3

Thanks everyone so much for all the support you've been giving my stories this past week, it's been amazing, and a dream. A special thank you to everyone who's been reblogging them as well; you guys are awesome and I love you all!

I'm continuing @thelostmoongazer‘s Reverse Bendy AU today, and it's a bit longer than the last two (I think). I'll probably be putting it on AO3 soon, and I will post a link here when I have.

Inspired by @thelostmoongazer‘s sketches here and here, and @the-vampire-inside-me’s, here.

Quick Summary: Bendy, having been living in the human world for the past 30 years, received a note from his creator, and is lured back to his once home. But what will he find there? And will he ever leave again?

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The Ink Machine had always been running, churning out an ever flowing supply of ink for reasons Bendy never really fully understood, making an ever present churning clanking noise and, every so often, breaking, meaning someone would have to fix it and ink would just spill everywhere. No one liked that room, not even the toons. No one except for Joey that was.

He used to spend hours in there, staring at the machine like it was some kind of miracle. Sure, it had brought the cartoons he and Henry had created to life, brought Bendy into the human world, but it was still just a machine really. Bendy didn’t want to know what exactly it was that had brought him to life, but the Ink Machine had always felt… wrong somehow.

Now though it sat there, silent, with no sign of a mechanic, and no Joey, just a shell of what it used to be, and yet all the more frightening. He had once wondered how it had made so much ink, but now he didn’t care; he just wanted to save Boris.

Taking a steadying breath, Bendy stepped into the room, his boot making a dull thunk against the bare floorboards. He had to find that last ‘offering’, even if that meant entering this nightmare of a room.

Just like every other room, it was lit only by artificial light, the floorboards were splattered with patched of ink, and there were pages of sketches pinned and stuck to the wall. The main difference, of course, was the monstrosity that sat in the centre under blackened pipes. It almost looked like an overweight elephant with a trunk ready to spurt water everywhere. Or some backwards sort of vacuum cleaner.

Shifting Sammy’s record and Joey’s ‘book’ to one hand, Bendy carefully started to trudge his way around the machine, not wanting to take his eyes off of it in case it – impossibly – started to work, but also knowing he had to find the last item. With a great reluctance, the toon forced himself to look away from the dreaded machine, searching the area for that missing cog.

Luckily, it didn’t take him very long, as it was sitting propped up against the wall behind the doorframe. It meant he had to do a bit of a juggling act with the record and book in order to carry everything, but Bendy was able to leave the room quickly, trotting back to the Break Room once more to finish setting everything up.

The book, record and cog were all easy enough to place back on their pedestals, but it took Bendy some time to put the toy in place. It wasn’t that he couldn’t or anything like that, he was tall enough, but it reminded him of some many good things. It reminded him of when he’d first been created, of playing pranks, or sitting in Henry’s corner and drawing. It reminded him of better times, more innocent times. Times where he didn’t wear worn out coats or live on the streets.

With a shudder and a sniff, Bendy shook himself and, squeezing the toy one last time, he placed it in it’s spot.

As soon as the toy touched the pedestal, there was an empty clunk and the notice next to the lever suddenly started flashing the words ‘Low Pressure’.

“You’ve gotta be kidding!” Bendy huffed, trying to think of what to do. He could remember seeing another button in the projection room, maybe that was what he had to press.

With a huff of annoyance, the Dancing Demon made his way back through the winding halls, wondering where all the windows had gone and trying desperately not to think of Boris. When he finally reached the projection room he sighed, walking across the room to-

The projector turned on, showing a simple sketch of Bendy dancing as slow music played.

The real Bendy tripped several steps backwards and fell on his backside, breathing in sudden gasps. “Who’s there?!” he demanded shakily. “C-come out! I know y-yer there!”

There was a click, and Bendy tensed even further, but then there was nothing. Shivering in place for several long seconds, the cartoon dancing against the wall, the live toon waited, then slowly rose to his feet, stepping slowly, cautiously, around the projector, ready to run at a moment’s notice, only to stare at the empty space in confusion.

Nothing. No one. Just the ink stained floor and a button on the wall.

A button that had clearly just been pressed.

“… Ha… haha,” he chuckled as he stepped away, looking around nervously. “Very funny. Y-ya got me.” Clutching at his scarf, Bendy stumbled quickly out of the room, running, sprinting, as he looked frantically at everything, jumping at the cut-outs of himself, cringing nervously away from the pumping pipes, whimpering as he passed Boris’s exposed body  before all but jumping through the Break Room and pulling the lever.

The lights immediately turned off, and for a moment Bendy was trapped in a thick darkness, his heart beating rapidly in his throat as his breaths came in fast uneven puffs, but then the ones in the hallways flickered and blazed back into life.

Not wasting another second, Bendy fled the room, running back to Boris’s side… only to find that the ink he was getting wasn’t enough. It kept spurting out of the cavity that was his chest, dribbling down to pool on the floor. “No no no, ye’ve gotta get better B-Boris!,” Bendy begged. “C’mon! You gotta… Please!”

Ink splattered in his face and Boris remained silent. “… M-more ink,” the little toon muttered. “I need… more ink.” He nodded to himself, stepping backwards, eyes fixed on Boris’s body as the ink dribbled down his cheek. “I’ll get more. I will.”

From the Ink Machine. He would do it. For Boris.

Following the familiar yet forgotten sound of the churning of the Machine’s gears, Bendy almost ran into the boards that had suddenly blocked the door, his mind too full of thoughts of misery and helplessness, but at the last second, just before he touched them, he blinked.

“What? But, these weren’t…”

Reaching out, he made to touch the boards, but then an unearthly screech grated in his ears, sending him back several steps… just in time to narrowly dodge a long, clawed hand as a monster reached out from him.

Instincts and adrenalin kicking in, Bendy fled, eyes wide as he dodged the ink suddenly pouring from the ceiling, splashing in flooded corridors , all thoughts of Boris vanishing as he tried to escape, heading directly to the exit. When at last he reached the entrance hall, he couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

But it only left him breathless as the floor fell out from under him, falling down one, three, too many floors, and landing heavily on solid panelled flooring.

Bendy coughed, winded and aching, and wheezed as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He didn’t recognise this room, with the door blocked by a selection of chairs and a chest of drawers, but knowing his luck so far, it was probably the way out.

Heaving himself to his feet, the toon looked up at the way he’d fallen, and was surprised to find that it was actually a well-constructed tunnel. Had this… been planned? But, then that would mean that Joey… and that Boris…

Bendy shook himself, forcing panic and tears back as he pushed onwards, following the path onwards. It seemed to be leading him down, though to where he did not know, until he reached what seemed to be a dead end. Another doorway boarded up for apparently no reason, and there were no gaps big enough for Bendy to fit through. Once upon a time he might have been able to, but spending so much time in the human world did things to a toon.

Perhaps there was something he could… Oh again with the writing on the walls? This time it was simply HE LIED TO US. It made Bendy want to shiver in shame, but he had more important things to do.

Like getting that axe on the wall!

“This will sure come in handy,” he muttered, lifting it down from the hooks and giving it an experimental swing or two. With a nod to himself he turned towards the boarded up doorway and started hacking away.

Wood splintered and cracked, pieces falling away and giving Bendy enough space to walk through, heading further in to the mysterious area as he eyed the candles still lit in the corners warily. Unfortunately, when he reached the last door, he had to jump a bit to reach all the boards, but he managed to free it in the end.

When he opened it though, what he found was… was…

“H-Henry?” he stuttered, axe falling from his fingers as he stared at the figure before him.

“… You shouldn’t have come back.”

I hope you guys enjoyed the update! I'm not 100% thrilled with it, but there was a lot of moving about in this one, and the environment is not exactly conducive to elaborate writing all the time.

I'll be uploading the AO3 link as soon as I've put this on there! Until next time.

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“ . . . ”

“ We ALL should go piss Joey off! ”

@fazbearentinc​ @fazbearings​

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@fazbearings​ said: Surprise hug for Bendy! (For ink demon! Bendy from my bendy :3)

Lanky asymmetrical body shudders with the contact. His form initially stiffens underneath the ink.

This kind of thing has become so rare, so few far in between, that getting one again now almost feels alien at first touch.

His mismatched arms fidget greatly at his sides, as if he was torn between returning the gesture or just being passive; He didn’t want to risk possibly crushing the other or getting them corrupted by his “soiled” ink.

He eventually opts for a loose, one-armed hug back, resting his gloved hand around and over the other’s shoulder. He couldn’t trust himself with more than that.

He says nothing; What even is there for him to say? At least from his perspective, actions alone already spoke miles.

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@fazbearings​ said: Oh but he couldn't forget to give him a gift as well! They all deserved to get a surprise. Tracking down his equal was easy enough , and soon he was approaching him. “Hey!” The demon hurried over as fast as he could manage. “This is for you!” He held up a piece of paper so that the other could see. It was stained with ink but thankfully it didn't obscure what was drawn on it. The drawing wasn't perfect, but he put a lot of care into it-- it being a picture of Bendy! (bendy for bendy ! you get a gift too haha )

Currently Bendy was focused on trying to build up a tower out of poker cards-- sometimes employees borrow it to play during their breaks-- but the call of his fellow toon from behind caught his attention.

He turned around, smile small but present, as he was just low-key confused to why his friend seemed so urgent.

“ Huh? ” He lets out still registering things right before the other pulled out the drawing.

Immediately his smile grew wide and you could almost see stars in his eyes at the sight of the picture as he tenderly held on the side of the paper with his gloved hand.

“ Oh my stars!! You’ve captured my essence so perfectly!! If I had a fridge I’d hang it on the door for all to see! ”

His tail wills out and whips forward-- knocking down the card tower behind him but he seemed to not give a busted penny about that anymore-- , tip carefully wrapping around the picture folding it like a vintage map and holding it so that his hands were free to take the other’s, then proceeded to pull them into a silly, but happy and bouncy little dance.

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@statichidden​ liked [ ♦ ] (BENDY)

“ My my. What did the dog bring in? ”

A slightly mocking hiss sings out, massive but lanky frame crouching all the wooden floors, even laying the side of his head on the surface. All to get a very, very good look, at his inconspicuous find.

Little ittle footprints? Looks like someone forgot to clean their feet from traversing ink before scooting off to explore, giving away the path they took.

It’s not even the footprints themselves that piqued the interest of The Ink Demon so much-- in a constantly ink-filled world, ink footprints and other ink stains are the most common things to find down here. So what was so special about those footprints in particular?

They were HUMAN footprints.

Oh? Did a sinner return to the crime scene? He, as the self-proclaimed judge, jury, and especially executioner, shouldn’t be negligent and let this slide.

“ Just like Gretel and Hazel leaving bread crumbs. Who am I to not entertain myself and find the fugitive Gretel-- or Hazel, running around my studio? ”

The human footprints were obscenely small, but until the grinning demon can set his own eyes (if he has any) into this little rascal, the possibility of it being a returning human was all that mattered to him. Even though he did have a near omnipresent sense of the studio that allowed him to easily find hidden troublemakers, such omnipresence only helped him deduce targets�� location, not any further details.

His only gloved hand slowly brushes a finger over one of the footprints, a smudge of it forming a trail after his fingertip.

“ And would you look at that? Those are still fresh! VERY fresh. Our mysterious rascal must still be very close by! ”

The lanky ink creature stands back upright (or as much as his hunched spine let him,) his grin seeming to have gotten even wider, but it was hard to tell for sure.

“ Come out come out wherever you are! ” Bendy says in a sing-song tone, reading himself for a possible pursuit. “ Or don’t; I’ll still find out where you are anyways! Nobody lurks my studio unbeknownst to me for too long! ”

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anonymous said: I love how a good portion of your muses have dad vibes when interacting with child muses when otherwise we wouldn't imagine it! Bad parents or no parent? Don't worry this big scary but oddly endearing monster will take care of you now!

“ Parents, be kind to your children. Because when they cry for help,

there is no telling what will answer. ”

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@fazbearings​ said: “ Hey Bendy? Gots a important question .. do ya think I'll come back out if I went in ‘dere? ” he stared down at the pool of ink , prodding it with a foot . ( bendy for ink bendy )

“ ... yeah. In a 1/100 chance at best. ” The ink demon responds a little sarcastically, though the sarcasm isn’t directed at his smaller fellow.

“ Not to diss on you for being the short one now, but the ink would swallow you whole. A drop in the ocean is unlikely ever seen again. Even if you were to come back... it’d be like me now... that if you’re lucky. ”

When little Bendy prods the pooling ink, the lanky demon instinctively picked him up from behind like a scrunkly little cat, pulling him away from the ink. Despite the hilarity of it, the ink demon is notoriously anxious before the scene.

“ Seriously, don’t do that. It’s not worth it... It’s not worth you. ”

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@statichidden​ said:

Makes direct eye contact with bendy as he slowly pokes the large ink puddles. He’s feeling more reckless than usual.

Disgruntled ink dad/older bro noises as he stares.

“ Shortstack, there are ink drops that are bigger than you. Why you tempting fate!? ”

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“ A streak of goo’ ol’ whoopee cushions? Glad to see that classic comedy’s still going strong on current times, hah! ”

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@drecmsdrcwn​ liked [♦] (BENDY)

There’s a new soul, new flesh, slitherin’ around his studio.

He knows it. He can feel it. Smell the freshness. He can hear the tippy toe steps creaking the wooden floors, echoing into decayed halls.

The constant grin widens slightly, but it’s with something vicious. The criminal always returns to the crime scene.

Finally. He could make one of his traitors feel at least a tiny bit of what they made him go through, and how it lasts even now. It’s time to hunt. And it’s frankly a pretty unfair hunt, since he sensed just about every corner of this place, prey couldn’t hide from him, not for long.

But it’s not like he cared about it being fair. Things weren’t fair to him, why should he make it fair to them?

“ Come. ” He utters out, anticipation in his voice. “ Come and see what all your work culminated to. Aren’t ya so proud? ”

Bendy wastes no time to hunt, rushing down halls and rooms, towards where he knew his prey was lurking. Webbed trails of ink that slid and tainted through everything quickly advanced, warning of his dangerously close approach.

“ Come, face the consequences. ” A disturbingly angry tone beneath the shallowy cheerful tune.

The Ink Demon is here. His smile betrays. What force in the world could quell such enraged flames?

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@nirvanarot​ liked [ ♦ ] (BENDY; Golden Days)

Look at all these hardworking employees. So focused on their desks or lyrical sheets that they probably wouldn’t notice if the world exploded. Or maybe they’re this focused because Joey pushes them a bit too hard in his own opinion.

Bendy stealthily creeps up behind a clarinetist, deciding he wanted to add some mischief to the workplace. He’s seen Sammy instructing the musical department before.

Giving himself a boost in height by standing on his willed tail stretched straight like a rod, he puffs his chest lightly before pulling out his best Sammy Lawrence impression, nearly over the musician’s shoulder.

“ Your tempo keys are OFF. ”

Despite his shit-eating grin, his white gloved hands held onto a small tray, a single mug of cappuccino stood on it. With a lot of cream.

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“ Lemme break it down to you, buddy... in this world-- ”

“ - it’s VIBE or BE VIBED. ”

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BENDY THE DANCING DEMON has been added to the muse list!

Come say hi to the bugger! (but you might die...)