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bendywackyadventures · 5 years ago

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The Ink Demonth Day 30

For Day 30-Stories made me remember an headcanon/mini AU I did for ask-joeydrewstudios before it ended. It was basically Wally making a comic book where he and Bendy are heroes and the rest of the studio members we’re villains. Now that the blog has ended I didn’t have the chance to work on this till now. Not sure if it takes place in the AJDS AU or not, but just any nothing bad happens at JDS at all AU would fit!

Work ended an hour ago, but Wally was still in the studio drawing on some blank pieces of paper. Being a janitor was hard work, but for Wally during his break and after work he was able to work on a story he was writing. It was nothing to pitch to Joey and Henry, but just for fun to clear his mind from all the studio work he had to go through.

“There we go!” Wally beamed. “Book 1 complete!”

“Wally?” Alice Angel asked. Wally turned to see his best friend and partner, Shawn along with Alice Angel. “What were you working on?” She asked. Wally got nervous and held the comic close to his chest.

“N-nothing. Just some doodles, nothing too serious!” Wally lied holding his work closer to him. Shawn and Alice looked at one another agreeing that Wally was in fact hiding something. “Come on bud, let us see.” Shawn begged. Wally looked at his comic and back up at his friends whose eyes pleaded with him to share his story. Wally groaned and turned away shoving the comic towards them. Shawn smiled taking the comic and turned it to page 1.

Alice read the story, “It was a calm, cool night in New Toon City. Nothing was stirring in the noisy city it was a normal night. Until…”

In the comic like it was written it was a calming night, nothing out of place. That was until the alarms at the bank went off and two masked figures ran out of the bank holding sacks of cash. The two figures laughed escaping from the bank heading towards a getaway car. The villains of the story were Sammy and Susie wearing masks and their main clothes only in black and grey in color.

“Drive away Lyricist!” Villain Sammy aka The Silencer yelled. The Lyricist, aka Jack Fain put his foot on the breaks and started to drive off. The villains laughed flaunting the wealth they stole until something stopped their car. The Lyricist and Operetta aka Susie’s villain persona looked back at what was stopping the car.

“What the-“ She commented. That is when two people stood on the car making the villains look up. The two were heroes one was Bendy dressed in a black and white costume while Wally’s was in red and black along with a pair of wolf ears. The villains gasped seeing the heroic duo.

“Looks like your time is up, Trio Disharmony!” Hero Bendy yelled. “Now give back the stolen cash.” The villains looked at each other with a smirk.

“Alright Ink Kid. You win.” Operetta said. “When pigs fly!” She cackled before putting the car in reverse causing Ink Kid and Wally’s hero persona, Outer Ink, to stumble back and fall off the car before it started to drive off. Ink Boy and Outer Ink got up and glared at the trio driving off with the cash.

“After them!” Outer Ink yelled. Outer Ink and Ink Kid whistled giving them their Inkcycle. Outer Ink jumped on with Ink Kid seated right behind him before speeding off in pursuit of the thieves. The Silencer was relaxing in the car knowing the dorky duo was off their tail, but once he took a peek through the side view mirrors he saw the heroes chasing after them again.

The Silencer growled and leaned over the Lyricist. “Drive faster! They’re gaining on us!” He yelled.

The Lyricist growled. “For someone whose main power is silencing everyone, your pretty loud.” He replied. Lyricist stepped on the gas and went sonic speed. Outer Ink growled and speed up in their car. Outer Ink growled and stepped on the gas as well catching up to the villains.

Operetta looked back at the heroes and faced her comrades, “They’re gaining on us!” Operetta reminded them.

“Not for long.” The Lyricist and The Silencer said at the same time. They pressed a button and the trunk of the car released an axe. The axe was ready to chop the heroes to bits. Outer Ink screamed and tried to doge the axe from hutting him and his sidekick. The Lyricist growled and pushed another button, which removed the axe and started to shoot lasers at the heroes.

The villains laughed as Outer Ink and Ink Kid desperately dodged and defended themselves from the shots. Outer Ink pressed the blue button on the Inkcycle and an ink gun came out spraying ink all over the road and the car. Soon, the Lyricist started to loose control of the car making it do spins around the street causing the villains to be dizzy till it crashed into a light pole.

The villains were dizzy and passed out from the spins. Outer Ink and Ink Kid jumped off their Inkcycle and Ink Kid used his Ink Rope to tie up the Trio Disharmony up. The Silencer opened his eyes and tried to escape from the inky ropes.

“Your time is up, The Silencer! Now tell us where Boss Drew is, and you’ll be headed to Downtown.” Outer Ink mocked. The Silencer didn’t respond just gave an evil smile before laughing. Outer Ink and Ink Kid were confused, but the small ink imp walked up to the villain and gave him a slap on the face.

“Quit your laughter!” Ink Kid snapped. “Where is Boss Drew?” The Silencer didn’t need to respond as a smoke bomb appeared from the sky blinding the two heroes. The heroes coughed as they tried to brush away the smoke. Outer Ink looked up and saw Boss Drew’s helicopter with the Trio Disharmony escaping without the cash. They can steal the bank again another day.

“See ya ink zeroes!” Operetta mocked before she and her comrades laughed as they escaped with the help of Boss Drew. Outer Ink and Ink Kid glared at their nemesis, while they did get the cash back, the villains escaped as their laughs echoed throughout the city.

“And so Outer Ink and Ink Kid save New Toon City once again, but the villains working for Boss Drew plan to strike another night.” Alice read.

“To be continued…” Shawn finished. Shawn and Alice looked at each other and back at Wally who covered his face with his hat.

“I know it’s dorky! Horrible! Sammy would kill me if he read this!” Wally whined. Shawn gave a smile handing the book to Alice before walking towards his best friend, rubbing his back. Wally peeked out of his hat looking at Shawn straight in the eye.

Shawn smiled. “I think your story is great! It’s not dorky.” Shawn explained.

Wally sniffled giving a smile. “Its not? You like it?” He asked. Shawn nodded cheering the janitor up. Wally wiped the stray tears from his eyes and gave a smile. “Thanks Shawn, and you too Alice.” Alice smiled and gave Wally and Shawn a hug. Wally smiled and hugged his friends back. He was happy that two people enjoyed his story lifting the fear and nervous of sharing his weird comic with his studio family.

Alice let go of the hug and had a question in mind for the janitor. “Wally, if you don’t mind. Can I be in the comic too?” She asked.

“Yeah can your best pal be in the story too?” Shawn asked.

Wally chuckled. “Everyone is in the story, I just haven’t came up with how to introduce you guys yet.” He explained. This led to Shawn and Alice dropping ideas on how they would want to be introduced giving Wally a laugh.

#the ink demonth #Bendy and the Ink Machine #shawn flynn #Alice Angel #Wally Franks #bendy the ink demon #susie campbell #Sammy Lawrence #Jack Fain #Joey Drew

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soniccrazygal · 6 years ago

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The Other Bendy

AN: So I’ve been wanting to do a story like this for the @ask-joeydrewstudios au for a while now. And since I’ve finally got a Bendy of my own, I can do it! ITT au is mine.

Chapter 1:

Joey worked carefully and precisely as he put the final touches on the ritual circle. He really shouldn't be doing this. After the last few… incidents… Henry and the others had banned him from doing any sort of magic for a few weeks (They knew it was impossible to stop him from using magic forever), but there was something he just had to do first. Ever since he had become aware of the other dimensions, Joey couldn't help but think about his counterparts. Most of them had little or no compassion for those around them, so as far as Joey was concerned, most of them could rot in hell. While it was saddening was to know that he was one of the few counterparts that could be considered a good guy, what really nagged at Joey was all the people that his counterparts hurt, especially his toons. His toons, specifically Bendy, always seemed to be the ones that got the most cruelty from his counterparts and it hurt him to know just how much pain they were in. He wanted to help them somehow. To find some way to ease their pain.

Unfortunately, Joey knew he'd never be able to help all the different versions of his toons, there were simply too many and it would take several lifetimes to help them all. But if he could just help a few of them, Joey would be able to ease the ache in his heart. That's what this ritual was for and after months of putting it together, it was finally ready. This ritual should give the Bendy in a nearby dimension the help he needs, whatever that help may be. And with everything set up, Joey began to chant.

Everything seemed to go well at first. The candles flared as the ritual circle began to glow with a yellow light. But as he continued, Ink started bubbling up from the painted lines and forming a large blob in the center. Joey was concerned about this turn of events but kept going. He knew from experience that an incomplete ritual could be far more dangerous than an incorrect ritual. As the final lines faded from the air, the candles dimmed and the ink became solid, turning into a curled figured. The figure stirred slowly and uncurled to reveal another Bendy. This Bendy seemed slightly taller than Joey's own little devil and one horn was longer than the other. And… was that his spine showing through on his back?

The other Bendy hadn't noticed Joey yet as he had sat up with his back to him. How was he here? The ritual was supposed to only send help he needed, not bring him here. In fact, Joey had taken precautions that nothing form the other dimensions would be able to come through, as he knew how dangerous some of the dimensions could be.

"So what went wrong?" Joey wondered, glancing down at his spellbook. Lost in his thoughts as he was, Joey didn't notice how the other Bendy had stiffened at the sound of his voice before his ink began to bubble and grow. Joey heard a deep menacing growl and barely had time to look up before he was slammed into the floor with a large hand clamped around his throat.

Joey gasped, having had the wind knocked out of him by the impact, as he stared at what the other Bendy had transformed into. He was very tall but incredibly thin. Ink dripped down over his face, only showing what seemed to be a permeant grin. Inky shadows spread out from this now monstrous Bendy, this Ink Demon, making the room dark and giving off a dangerous aura. Joey's heart was beating so fast and loud, he swears it could be heard throughout the whole room.

After a few terrifying minutes, Joey realized that while the hand around his throat was firm, it wasn't suffocating or even tight. This was good because it means the Ink Demon wasn't actually trying to kill him, just keep him subdued. Maybe there was a way Joey could reason with him and get out of this mess.

"I know you've been through a lot, but I'm not the Joey that you know." Joey babbled on, trying to explain exactly what had happened. But even for how much his horns twitched and wriggled, it didn't seem like the Ink Demon was listening to him. "So if you could just let me go…"

That got the Ink Demon's attention as he growled again and tightened his grip for a brief instant, shutting Joey up. Well… this was going to be a problem… While the Ink Demon wasn't going to kill him, he also wasn't going to let him go, leaving them in a bit of stalemate. Unless something happened soon, they were going to be stuck like this for a long time. Almost as if to answer Joey's thoughts, the door suddenly swung open.

Both Joey's and the Ink Demon's heads snapped to the door to see who had come in. Standing in the doorway was Henry, pausing in whatever he had been about to do as he took in the scene before him. The two sides remained frozen for a few moments as they stared at each other before Henry sighed in exasperation and gave Joey a tired glare.

"Alright Joey, what did you do this time?"

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #askjoeydrewstudios #ITT au #joey drew

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startistdoodles · 6 years ago

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It would be cool if Henry was the son of Joey and Susie

I’ve always really liked the idea of Joey and Henry having a father-son relationship tbh

And the game does make it sound like Joey and Susie did have some level of potential romance between them (and Susie does seem like the kind of hopeless romantic to fall for him even if Joey was simply playing with her emotions to get what he wants, which kind of seems like what he does) it could make sense at least from an AU perspective.

@pipesflowforeverandever and ask-joeydrewstudios (the latter now closed) actually do excellent and wholesome father-son relationships with Joey and Henry in their AUs and I’d definitely be down for more of that kind of relationship in others as well c:

#ask #ask star #joey drew #henry stein #susie campbell #almwud #joey dad joey dad #!!!

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voguishthrone · 6 years ago

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Butterflies

“Ok, so I was digging through my closet when I found this,” Susie says as she holds up a yellow dress decorated with white butterflies and a butterfly hair clip. “I use to wear these as a kid, and I thought Alice would love them.”

Alice looks up at Joey expectantly. “Go ahead and try it on!” Joey tells her.

Alice smiles big as she follows Susie to the next room. A few moments later she returns with Susie, her hair in two ponytails and the clip in her hair.

“What’cha think?” She asks shyly.

“Wow…” Joey says. He felt incredibly proud of his cute cartoon daughter. The dress and hairclip looks real nice on her, and Joey was seriously considering getting her more dresses like that. “You look amazing!”

“Th-Thanks!” Alice is grinning from ear to ear. She twirls around.

Bendy peaks his head in through the door. “Joey! I can’t…” His voice trails off when he sees Alice. “Woah… Yellow’s a nice color on you!”

Alice blushes. “Th-Thanks, Bendy.”

Joey starts grinning. It’d been a while since Bendy and Alice had gotten along, so it was a joy to see them not at odds.

“Well c’mon!” Susie says as she grabs Alice’s hand and starts leading her out the door.

“Where are we going?” Alice asks.

“To go show the others how cute you are!” Susie says.

Joey doesn’t hear Alice’s reply because they had left the room. He sighs happily as he sits down. He pulls out a pad of paper and writes to Susie: “If you come upon any more dresses you aren’t using that you think would fit Alice, please bring them.” He then gets up to go give Susie the note.

( Au belongs to: @ask-joeydrewstudios

I got hit with writer's block while writing for my angst war entry, and I was drawing, and I drew Alice with a butterfly hairclip I have and a butterfly dress. I’m probably not gonna post the pic. Also, the dress was meant to be 1920s style but it looks more like it’s from 1940 :P)

#susie campbell #joey drew #Bendy and the Ink Machine #bendy the dancing demon #batim #alice angel #I love me some fluff #specially between Joey and his toon daughter #I mean we don't see enough fluff between these two #it's always between Bendy and Joey #at least the fluff I've seen #either way the batim fandom needs some more fluff #and less jerk Joeys #and did I mention more fluff?#Cause like there's way too much angst #I just started rambling :P

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cyberflows-art · 7 years ago

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Shoulder Devil

Oof! This sure took me a while! Not really because it’s long (although it kind of is, whoops!), but because I have terrible time management skills XD

I always plan what I’m going to say for this little introductions and then completely forget what I was supposed to say...

Well, this is my fic for the Joey Drew Studios AU at @ask-joeydrewstudios! I knew for quite some time that I wanted to do something for this AU because the characters are very well developed and consistent, the art is fantastic and it’s always a good time whenever I receive a notification telling me there’s a new post! I could spend a looong time telling you why I love this AU so much, but instead I’m just going to recommend checking it out! I wan’t sure whether to draw something, or write something, soooo I did both! Oh! I’m also going to put it over on AO3 and ffnet if that’s more your thing!

I really hope you like it!

Cough Don’t use or repost my drawing without my permission, please! Cough

It had been a very productive Friday in the studio. Most of the animators had managed to get ahead on their work, the voice actors had very smooth recording sessions and Joey found himself praising a lot of people when he checked on them. The ink spills where almost null, the projectors all in outstanding condition, the pipes hadn’t emitted any creaking noises or given any signs of damage. The toy department had just finished some new concepts for a limited edition line of toys that could boost their income quiet a bit. The studio was reveling in a contented mood, and the employees certainly appreciated the relaxed work environment, so different to the usual stress of having to meet an approaching deadline. But that productivity came at a price.

A price called Sammy Lawrence.

Due to the presence of a certain prank loving toon, people who worked at Joey Drew Studios knew to have spare clothing at hand, even more so if you worked in the Music Department. But that usually meant just an extra shirt for the week. This day? Sammy had already had to change his shirt twice before lunch break. The first time was due to a bucket of ink being dumped on his head; the second because Henry just so happened to be passing through the same hallway as him with a bowl of (thankfully not boiling) soup, and Bendy just so happened to run by them and “accidentally” push Henry. The entirety of the contents of the bowl, of course, ended covering Sammy. From that point on, the positivity in the air was slain by Sammy’s irate aura and the employees instinctively stepped aside whenever he walked by. And now that he had finally been able to eat something and calm himself a little, he sat at his desk and grabbed a pen only to discover half of his stuff was coated in honey. He groaned in exasperation and cursed the substance while trying to detach the pen from his fingers.

Sammy didn’t know why the little brat suddenly decided to focus all of his attention on him, (this considering the music director was a favorite target), but he knew it needed to stop that instant. In fact, it should have stopped days ago. Since wednesday, Bendy had been making his working hours a living hell. It ranged from hiding random ingredients in his food, to messing with the lyrics in his incomplete songs, to hiding every single one his goddamn cigarettes in a different location each. The only reason he had managed to not fall behind was that he locked all of his important documents and work in the upper right drawer of his desk. He bet that the little devil would have turned them all into paper airplanes if he didn’t.

Grumbling, he stood up once again and started walking towards the nearest bathroom to wash his hands. Of course, it would be his luck that said bathroom was the one in the worst condition in the whole studio. The door, specifically, was a bother to open since there wasn’t enough space between it and the floor, making it drag noisily; not to mention the rusty hinges and knob people had tired of reminding Wally to oil. Maybe the fact that it was the bathroom closest to the music department had something to do with that. Sammy wouldn’t put it past the janitor to be petty like that. He would normally go the extra mile to go to a decent bathroom, but he had wasted enough time as it was, so he resigned himself and stepped in, careful not to close the damaged door all the way.

He got as far as rubbing the soap on his hands before the water stopped flowing from the tap. Frowning, Sammy tried opening and closing it, but quickly lost his patience and tried the other two. Nothing. Anger rapidly increasing, Sammy took a moment to count to ten, planning to calmly go to the bathroom in the floor above. But while he focused on counting, he failed to notice the rattling of the pipes in front of him. 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… The sudden loud creaking finally caught his attention and alarms rang in his head when he saw all three sinks slightly shaking. He managed but one hasty step towards the door before the three taps were sent flying and three forceful water streams drenched him from head to toe. Sammy instinctively covered his face, desperately trying to maintain enough visibility to walk the short distance to the door. Unfortunately, with all the chaos he wasn’t able to notice the bar of soap that had landed on the floor, and thus couldn’t prevent stepping on it. He yelped when he felt himself tripping forward, barely being able to slam against the door with his shoulder rather than with his face.

A dull pain spread through his upper arm but nothing too serious. Sammy rubbed at it and stood up, his mind trying to process what had just happened. If he had had a moment to collect himself, rage and annoyance would have probably consumed him, but he heard something above the sound of the flowing water. Laughter. Really loud laughter. The door of the stall closest to the wall slowly swung open and hanging from the inside was the little devil himself. He obviously couldn’t hang there for much longer, shaking with laughter as he was, so he jumped to the only corner of the floor untouched by the water to continue from there.

“WOW, Sammy! I thought I had something great by breaking the sinks, but you made it even better with that soap bit!!!” he managed to say through his giggles. “You sure you don’t wanna be a toon? You’d make a great target for gags!”.

Sammy remained silent. He remained silent and looked at the mess around him, one of his eyes twitching. He remained silent because even if he was normally able to yell at Bendy for his pranks, he couldn’t believe the absolute stupidity of the whole situation. He remained silent because even if he would usually call the demon a little shit, he still had to remember he was a kid and at the moment he didn’t trust himself to not say something he could regret later. And the absolute least he needed that day was for Joey to visit him to berate him on his conduct. So he bit back the venom that threatened to escape from his mouth and limited himself to glaring at the demon as harshly as he could. Bendy’s laughter did wither under the look that Sammy was giving him (and the lack of an explosive reaction), but he kept a defiant attitude by crossing his arms and returning the stare with a smile. This only further irritated the music director, so he turned around to open the door, not wanting to see the smug brat’s little face anymore. He wasn’t used to repressing his anger, and since he was absolutely furious, he needed an outlet fast. Except… the doorknob wasn’t working. In fact, it felt pretty loose, probably detached from whatever internal mechanism was inside the door. He struggled with it, as if he could force it to work just by violently moving it, but he ended loosening it it to the point it came off. Sammy glared at it for a second before flinging it against the wall. He heard snorting behind him.

“What?” came Bendy’s voice. “Can’t even open a dooooor, Sammy?”

He then started blabbering about how Sammy needed to start lifting weights and eating more vitamins. Sammy sighed in frustration and turned towards Bendy to yell at him to undo whatever he did to the door so he could go tell Joey to ground the demon for the rest of eternity. He froze, however, when he saw the floor of the room. The flow of the water had considerably diminished, but it was still consistently adding more liquid to the floorboards. The growing puddle was silently creeping in Bendy’s direction, but the demon couldn’t be bothered to notice. For a split second, he toyed with the idea of just watching him notice and freak out about his crucial mistake. But a pang of guilt immediately hit him, knowing well that it would be the equivalent of letting a fire get close to a human. He was furious, but not even he was that cruel. Sighing, he sacrificed the one spot on his clothes that had been spared from the water attack to dry his hands. He crossed the distance between them, tuning out Bendy’s incessant rambling, and lift him up before the puddle could reach his shoes. Three seconds later, there wasn’t a dry spot on the floor.

“Hey!” Bendy exclaimed. “Put me down!! I don’t like bein’ carried around, ya hear me?! Let go!”

He then proceeded to poke Sammy’s head with his tail and trying to wiggle out of his hold. Sammy tightened his grip, afraid he might actually drop him and then held the demon to arms length in a way that wouldn’t allow Bendy enough movement to bite him (which he was known for).

“Okay, you little brat. You are going to look down for a single second and then I dare you to say that again to my face,” Sammy deadpanned.

“What, you think I wouldn’t?” Bendy crossed his arms. “Fine! I’ll look down and then I’ll tell you to your face to put me- Oh...”

“‘Oh’ is right.” Sammy glared at him as he stopped struggling to fall to his demise. “Now, if you could stop throwing a tantrum and fix the freaking door so we both can get the hell out of here, that would be great, wouldn’t it?”

“What?! I didn’t do anything to the door!!!”

“Oh, yeah? Then why won’t it open? Can you really not stop playing dumb even when you turned the floor into something you can’t so much as touch without melting?!” Sammy made him face the door, hoping that he would pull out a tool or something that would let them get out,

“Ugh! I told ya, I didn’t break the door! You’re the one that slammed his ugly face against it! Maybe that’s why it broke, huh?”

Bendy stuck his tounge at him and looked away with a huff.

“So what? We’re just trapped here now?!” Sammy looked at the demon incredulously. “Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted? Well, congratulations! I bet Joey will give you a trophy!”

Bendy scowled at him, but quickly looked away under Sammy’s scolding stare and resigned himself to pout in silence. This was doing nothing for Sammy’s mood. Now there was no way he wasn’t going to fall behind in his work. Besides, the water was already up to his ankles and the cold from being soaked was starting to get to him. His arms were also getting tired.

“Why am I even carrying you still?” he said more to himself. The little guy didn’t really deserved the effort after landing them in the situation they were in. He walked towards the stalls, hoping that he could set him down.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Bendy asked once he felt they were moving.

“I’m getting tired so I decided you are going to stand on one of the toilets,” he said matter of factly.

“WHAT? But… but toilets are filled with water!”

If Sammy didn’t fear he would drop him he would have smacked his own forehead with his hand.

“I’m not putting you inside the toilet, you moron! You’re gonna stand on top of the lid.”

“Ew! No way! Joey told me what goes in there and I’m NOT touching those things.” Bendy scrunched his face up in disgust and clung to Sammy’s hands, refusing to be put down. “And the water is rising so fast! What if it reached me if I was standing there? Oh no! What if it goes all the way up to the roof? What if nobody saves us?!”

Sammy rolled his eyes at the toon’s exaggeration. This wasn’t a worrying predicament, only an infuriatingly annoying one. At this point, he would even accept if Joey offered to teleport them out of there.

“Calm down, we are not going to drown,” Sammy told him. “The door isn’t fused to the floor. There’s gotta be some water leaking, and the moment somebody notices they’re going to-”

“WHAT THE HELL?”

Wally’s voice reached them right on cue. Bendy’s face lit up in an instant.

“Wally! Wally, we’re trapped! You gotta save us!” He yelled.

“Bendy? What-? How-? Oh, shoot! Are you ok? You aren’t like… half melted or something right?” Wally’s voice became a bit panicked with the possible implications of what he could find on the other side of the door. They could hear him frantically turning the useless knob.

“Thanks for the mental image, Franks…”

“Wait… Sammy?! How many people are in there?!”

“Oh no, just the two of us!” Bendy exclaimed happily, as if he hadn’t been freaking out just a few moments prior. “I’m using him as my personal island!”

“Uh, yeah, you keep doing that buddy…” Wally said. “How did this even happen?”

“Sammy broke the door!” Bendy immediately answered.

“Excuse me?! You’re the genius that thought exploding the sinks was a good idea!”

“He WHAT?” Sammy could tell by the distress in Wally’s voice that he knew who would have to deal with the mess. He would have found it amusing if his shoes weren’t completely submerged.

“Franks, my clothes are soaked and I am locked in here with a three foot tall nightmare incarnated. How about you get us out, and then you play detective?”

Sammy didn’t doubt the silence that followed was Wally trying to come up with a good comeback to not just accept an order from the music director, but in the end he had to acept this wasn’t a good time for that.

“Fine, fine,” he finally said. “You might want to step away from the door! I’ll get you out in a second!”

The door creaked when Wally pushed forcefully against it, but with no results, A groan of frustration was heard before repeated pounding against the wood, which the trapped pair could only guess was Wally either tackling the door or trying to kick it down. Bendy started cheering him on. After the fifth hit, one of the rusty screws of the upper hinge was sent flying while the other hinge got crooked and Sammy swore one of its sides got lodged into the wood frame. From that point on, nothing else even budged.

“... Maybe I won’t get you out in a second…”

“Wow, it’s almost like it’s important to do your job maintaining the building, huh?” Sammy said bitterly.

“Agh, shut up. Look, there’s an axe somewhere in the studio. Joey told me where it was, but I uh, kinda forgot where it is… I gotta go ask him.” Silence. ”Dammit. He’s not going to like this…”

“I would prefer it if you cut the water first. It’s almost up to my knees already.”

“Uh, right, right. First things first, and all that.”

“Hurry up, Wally! I don’t think Sammy has the strength to carry me for much longer!” Bendy called.

“Wha-? You little-!”

“Try not to shove Bendy into the water while I’m gone Sammy!”

Wally’s voice faded along with his hurried steps. Sammy’s shoulders sagged. Great. More waiting. He guessed he could try doing something productive. Maybe see if he could loosen the hinges. Oh wait! He couldn’t. He was carrying some dead weight. And as much as he hated to admit it, said dead weight was indeed putting a strain on his arms. He let himself lower them just a bit to get his blood circulating better, hoping that the demon wouldn’t notice. With his luck that week, of course he did.

“Uh, you did hear what Wally just told ya, right?” Bendy said glancing down and lifting his feet.

“Oh, sorry! It must be that I’m not strong enough to carry you. I could just drop you any minute now.”

Bendy pouted up at him. Sammy retaliated with a glare, but found that just looking at the demon reminded him of the terrible week he had had. He decided that he had enough of the staring contest soon after and looked around for, well, literally anything else he could do. He spotted the towel that was placed for people to dry their hands, which had miraculously been spared of the shower, and he got an idea for a solution for the tiredness of his arms. He crossed the room towards it and held Bendy in front of it.

“Grab it.”

“Huh?” Bendy gave him a confused look.

“Grab the towel.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” Sammy lifted Bendy up so that they were looking eye to eye. “I despise carrying you as much as you despise being carried. So you are gonna take that towel, put it on my shoulder and sit there until we get out of here.”

“Why don’t you grab the towel if it’s your idea?” Bendy’s cocky demeanor started chipping away at Sammy’s last bit of patience, and he was desperately trying to remind himself he was supposed to be the adult. “Why do I gotta do all the work here, huh? How lazy of you! Are you sure you’re fit to be the director of anything?”

“Ok, that’s ENOUGH! Why are you being such a prick?! This whole situation was YOUR fault! Least you could do is cooperate with something as easy as this!”

Bendy flinched at the louder tone of voice, but he wasn’t deterred.

“‘Why are you being such a prick?’” he imitated in a high pitched voice, using his hand to simulate a mouth. However, he did grab the towel and threw it on Sammy’s shoulder, hitting him on the face (not so accidentally) during the fact. Making sure it was placed well enough that his wet shirt wouldn’t come in contact with the little toon, Sammy let him climb on his shoulder and he finally could put his darned arms down. His relief was short lived, though. Now he had a whining demon right besides his ear.

“That’s it,” he said not even paying attention to whatever Bendy was saying. “I’m quitting the moment we get out of this stupid bathroom…”

“Yeah? Well maybe you should,” Bendy suddenly muttered with a scowl. If he hadn’t been so close, Sammy may not have heard it. “That way you wouldn’t break Boris’ stuff.”

Sammy startled so forcefully he had to quickly hold Bendy in place so he wouldn’t fall.

“Break Boris’- What are you even talking about?” he asked frowning.

“Oh, just admit it!” Bendy turned so he was sitting sideways and could look at Sammy better, He poked his face in an accusing manner. “You broke Boris’ favorite banjo! You know how long he had been practicing a new song to show Joey? Like a month! You even know how long a month is? He had even prepared a mini stage in our apartment, and I was gonna do an opening act and Alice was going to be there too!” Bendy threw his arms in the air as if he could convey the grandiosity of their planned little show by waving them around. “It was going to be great, but then you went and ruined our good time! Boris has been so bummed out since Tuesday he won’t even play with me!”

Sammy was taken aback. Not only could he already feel the headache coming from all the yelling in his ear, but he also realized a very important thing. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Is that really why you have been insufferable all week? Because you think I’m the one who did that?”

“I know you did it! Joey said you are the one responsible of all music stuff, so obviously it had to be your fault! If you are innocent, why don’t ya prove it, huh? Oh right, because you can’t! You’re guilty!”

Sammy gave a big sigh, wondering if he was about to waste his breath.

“Tuesday? You mean this tuesday? The same tuesday I had to leave early?” He narrowed his eyes at Bendy and saw the devil’s confidence falter. “You know what happens on tuesdays? There’s a weekly maintenance of all the instruments. You know what else happens on tuesdays? The imbeciles that conduct those checkups often stay and organize a mini ‘act like an idiot’ party after the oh so hard work that task represents for them, even when repeatedly told not to. So more than likely, it was one of them that broke that banjo, and more than likely, if I find out who did it and made these days hell for me because of it, I’m gonna move heaven and earth to make Joey fire them! So there! I hope you are proud, because not only did you waste my time making me clean after your little ‘revenge pranks’ for hours and then make me lose hours of sleep to catch up on work, you also wasted your own time doing something completely worthless. I don’t think you even wanted to put the effort to find out who it was. I bet you just wanted it to be me, because for some goddamn reason you just want to make me quit. So congratulations! You might have just succeeded this time!”

Sammy took a deep breath once his rant was over and noticed at last how Bendy had gone really quite. He wasn’t looking at him and had his head hung low.

“So you really didn’t do it?” came Bendy’s meager question.

Sammy didn’t even dignify that with the obvious response. Instead, he focused on how the water flow from the sinks weakened until stopping altogether, Took Franks long enough. The silence that followed was tense, but Sammy greatly preferred it to having to deal with more tantrums from the toon on his shoulder. Sighing, he moved to the center of the room and settled for impatiently staring impatiently at the door. A chill went up Sammy’s spine, and he cursed his body’s inability to maintain a decent temperature. He would normally find it annoying, but with all that had happened and his head starting to pound, he had ran out of steam. He shifted his weight uncomfortably in place, his feet already feeling numb in his shoes. If he got sick and Joey didn’t give him some kind of compensation, he would make sure he never heard the end of it. Fortunately, he wasn’t needed the next day. Well, he was always needed since his department was filled with idiots, but they could usually handle by themselves whatever there was to do on the weekends, so he’d be able to rest until monday.

“Soooo,” Bendy’s voice broke the silence. It had been nice while it lasted. “Whatcha, uh, whatcha thinking about, Sammy?”

“Oh, nothing. Just wondering whether it’s worth it to write a formal resignation letter or just use the honey on my desk to paste a piece of paper that says ‘I quit’ to Joey’s office door.”

“O-oh…”

Bendy fidgeted in his place, refusing to look at him.

“W-well. You can’t do none of those!”

Sammy raised an eyebrow.

“Really now? And whose stopping me? Because it’s certainly not you.

“Because, uh, because…” Bendy frowned in concentration, before he snapped his fingers. “Because Boris would miss ya! Yeah! You wouldn’t make Boris sad on purpose, would ya?

Wait. Did Bendy actually think he was going to quit? Sammy threatened to quit almost daily. One would think that Bendy would know better. Nonetheless, Sammy decided to play along.

“Boris would miss anyone that worked here even if they had never talked with him. Maybe if I quit the experience will help him to get over it if it happens again, huh?”

Sammy was aware that sounded harsher than he meant it. Boris was one of the few people in the studio that he didn’t feel like yelling at all the time. But he couldn’t help but smirk when his answer had the desired effect. Bendy was trying to come up with another reason of why he shouldn’t quit. Was it immature of him? Absolutely! But he was standing in a flooded bathroom, clothes soaked, a literal little demon on his shoulder and no cigarettes at all. He figured he deserved to have some petty revenge.

“Uh, A-alice, then! Don’t you think it would be bad luck to upset an angel?”

“I already have to deal with a demon on a daily basis. I don’t think I have the luck of any angels on my side. Besides, I think it would only actually affect her if it was Susie who quit instead of me.”

“Wait, that’s it!” Bendy’s tail briefly formed the outline of a lightbulb. “Susie! You can’t leave her here all alone! That would make you the worst boyfriend in the world!”

Sammy huffed.

“We only spend time together on our break time, which we can still do even if I worked elsewhere.” He hummed thoughtfully. “Actually, she also does some extra work in some other places. Maybe she can recommend me to a boss that doesn’t practice black magic as a hobby.”

“Shoot,” Bendy said under his breath. “But- But you can’t leave because you are already Joey’s favorite director! What if you are not the favorite of your new boss, huh? Maybe he’ll hate you!”

“Oh? So I’m Joey’s favorite now?” Sammy asked in an intentionally bored but fake tone, crossing his arms.

“Yeah! He said that, ah, that you were the best music director in the history of forever! That you were better than Boteevan!”

“Beethoven.”

“That guy! And he said that, um, that he was considering giving you a raise! It’ll be such a raise that you will be on the top floor of the studio!”

Sammy… wasn’t sure Bendy understood what a raise was. But he shook it off.

“So, those were Joey’s exact words?”

Bendy nodded enthusiastically, his usual smile a bit strained and his cartoony eyes unable to hide the alarm he was feeling.

“So, if I were to go to Joey and ask him about it, he would tell me the exact same thing?”

Silence.

“...Yes… Maybe…”

Ok, Sammy had had his fun. Now Bendy’s nervousness and guilt about ‘causing’ him to quit was starting to become too obvious and the hand that he was using to keep himself stable was latching a bit too hard to Sammy’s shoulder. He didn’t want to cause the kid a meltdown (which got a very literal meaning with the toons when they were stressed). He was about to give in and tell him the truth when a loud cracking noise caught their attention. They both slowly looked at the door.

“What was that?” Bendy asked warily.

“I don’t know, but it sure didn’t sound like an axe to me.”

Sammy backed away slowly from the door until his back touched the wall opposite to it. They flinched when they heard the sound again, and a crack cut right through the middle of the door. Then again, and splinters were sent flying everywhere. Once more, and the door was split in two. Sammy instinctively grabbed Bendy to shield him from the raining debris that exploded as a result. All the remaining water gushed out into the hallway, but Sammy didn’t take notice, nor did Bendy. There was something far more important that had just appeared. Right in front of the destroyed door was an enormous mass of ink, so tall and wide that it wouldn’t have been able to fit through the doorway if it tried. It vaguely resembled the top half of a human, it’s hunched torso being its support on the floor. Hollowed eyes looked at them with a dead stare. Sammy didn’t even dare to breathe.

“What are you doing standing there? Move aside!” Joey’s order returned them to reality.

The ink monster immediately obeyed, granting the space needed for a very panicked looking Joey to run into the bathroom. His glasses were crooked on his face, he was breathing hard and he was clutching a book with such force that his hands were shaking. The instant he spotted Bendy in Sammy’s hands, his face flooded with relief. On Sammy’s part, he couldn’t take his eyes off the monstruosity that had just appeared before him, so still petrified in his place, he could only ask:

“What the hell is that?!”

“Oh, well Wally said the door was stuck, so I figured we would need a little help.” Joey answered, waving his hand dismisively. “More importantly, Bendy are you ok?!”

Sammy, realizing he was still holding Bendy as far away from the door as possible, cleared his throat and shoved him into Joey’s arms. He didn’t stay to see Joey smothering Bendy in a hug and checking him for any damage. Instead he headed towards his sweet freedom, giant monster outside or not. He still practically hugged the wall to not come close to that thing, though. He got out just in time to see Wally Franks arrive running and lean against the wall to catch his breath, muttering something about Joey being fast for his age. Sammy didn’t spare him a second before pointing to the ink creature and giving him an incredulous look.

“What about that looks like an axe to you, Franks?!” His voice was just a tad more high pitched than he would have liked, but he ignored it for the time being. Wally looked at him to respond, but couldn’t stop himself from snorting.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you were drenched!”

Sammy’s death glare shut him up.

“R-right, uh, so I told Joey what happened and I thought he was going to yell at me and then tell me where the axe was, but he just got all pale and then he grabbed that book and started running while yelling some weird crap on another language. Next thing you know, big guy over there is growing out of the ground and following him down the stairs! It was crazy!” Wally scratched his head. “Umm, I also think someone fainted when it passed in front of them…”

Sammy let out a sigh and rubbed at his head. The pain that had been receding was now returning tenfold.

“Sammy!” Joey called out to him while he, too, exited the bathroom. “I’m glad everyone’s ok, of course, but I would like to know… how did that happen?” He pointed at the destroyed sinks.

Nope. He was NOT dealing with that right now.

“Oh, I’m sure little prankster there will tell you what he did with plenty of detail. I’m going home early.”

He glared at Joey, daring him to protest. But just looking at the state he was in, his boss nodded.

“Of course, you need to go get some dry clothes. And I’m guessing I won’t see you tomorrow?”

“You guess correctly,” Sammy said as he walked past his boss, not taking his eyes off the ink beast, just in case.

“See you on monday?”

At that Sammy stopped. That had been Bendy asking. He turned around to look at the demon in Joey’s arms, who was looking up at him with pleading eyes. Sammy remained silent for a moment. He guessed he could just ignore him, but he had punished him enough already.

“Yeah, yeah. See you on monday. Unfortunately.”

At that, Bendy visibly relaxed. Sammy rolled his eyes and kept walking.

Monday arrived way faster than Sammy would have liked, but then again, that was nothing new. What was new, however, was that he found his office exceptionally clean. He hadn’t bothered tidying things up before he left on friday, but now the honey was gone from his desk, and there didn’t seem to be a paper out of place or a speck of dust on any surface. A report of what had been done on saturday and a list of future tasks was already waiting for him, too.

But what caught his attention the most was a colorful piece of paper sitting on the middle of his desk. It was a drawing. It depicted him conducting a band, with random musical notes (some of which weren’t even real notes) forming an arch above his head. He stared at it for a long while,slowly processing the fact that this was most likely some sort of apology. He shook his head. He couldn’t waste more time on this. He had work to do. Sammy was going to just put it away into a random drawer, but looking at it again, he changed his mind. He put it in the upper right drawer instead.

#ask-joeydrewstudios #my art #my bendy art #my fanfics #my bendy fanfics #bendy and the ink machine #batim #sammy lawrence

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voguishthronesworld · 6 years ago

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One Blind Step pt. 1

(Angela belongs to me, the rest of the AU belongs to @ask-joeydrewstudios )

Susie and Sammy were on break when Susie heard a little girl crying. Confused, she looked around until she found a little girl with blond hair and Bendy horns crying in a corner.

“Who’s there?!?” The girl asked with panic in her voice.

Susie noticed a pool of ink around the girl and white bandages with black stains over the girl’s eyes.

“My name is Susie Campbell, who are you?” Susie asked in a gentle voice, but the girl still backed up in fright.

“A-Angela, A-Angela Angel,” the girl stammered. “Wh-Why’s th-the st-studio so e-empty?”

“I… I’m not sure. How did you get here, Angela?” Susie asked gently.

“I-I don’t know… I-I can feel the ink, b-but it’s s-so different… th-the studio’s s-so empty…” Angela whimpered.

She can feel the ink? Susie reached out and touched Angela’s arm. “I’m not going to hurt you, but could you come with me?”

Angela felt up Susie’s arm before she grabbed her hand. Angela stood up with the help of Susie, and as Susie started to lead Angela back to Sammy, the small pool of ink stayed around Angela’s feet.

When they had reached Sammy, Susie explained that she found Angela crying in a corner, and that they both didn’t know how she got here.

“What should we do with her?” Sammy asked.

Susie shrugged. “Maybe Joey will know? I have some lines for the upcoming episode I need to get recorded, so could you take Angela down to Joey’s office?”

Sammy nodded and took Angela’s hand. Like she had done with Susie, Angela felt up Sammy’s arm. Despite being reluctant, Angela followed Sammy down to Joey’s office. Sammy knocked on the door to Joey’s office.

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As much as Angela hated to admit it, she actually felt really unsettled hearing a different voice than the voice she knew as Joey coming from the man Sammy addressed as Joey Drew. She also felt unsettled when she heard a high-pitched voice come from a form she knew was Bendy, but what made her the most unsettled was the Boris. He was different, too different. By reflex, she tried to hide behind Sammy.

“I know you have a lot of work to get done, so why don’t you leave Angela here?” Joey said.

Angela felt Sammy’s hand leave hers and someone else’s grab hers.

“Who is she, Papa Drew?” the Bendy asked.

“I… I don’t know,” the Joey said. “Who are you?” he asked her.

“M-My n-name’s An-Angela Angel…” she muttered. “I-I don’t know how I-I got h-here…”

“How old are you, Angela?” Joey asked.

“E-Eight… I-I want t-to go h-home...” Angela stammered.

“I promise you I will get you back home,” Joey replied. He lead her to a seat and helped her sit down. “Stay here for now, ok?”

Despite the urge to tell Joey she could take care of herself, Angela nodded. She felt the Bendy, Boris, and one other- a girl who must have been Alice- sit near here.

Someone poked her horn. “Why’d’ja have horns like me?” Bendy asked.

“Bendy! You can’t just ask someone why they look like they do!” Alice scolded.

“I was just curious!”

“You were still rude!”

Angela started to curl into a ball as Bendy and Alice continued arguing when Boris asked her, “Are you blind?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Is it hard?”

“Being bl-blind? S-Sometimes… E-Especially considering I-I wasn’t b-born blind.”

“What happened?” “I-I don’t like to talk a-about it.”

“Okay… Do you mind if I ask how you get around? Like do you have someone who guides you around?”

Angela shook her head. “N-Not always, I-I can see u-using ink.” She made a small bit of ink form a heart on the palm of her hand. “I-It… It usually o-obays, b-but… Th-The ink here’s d-different. I-I’m a little s-scared to u-use it… I-I just want to g-go home...”

She felt Boris’s hand grab hers. “Don’t worry, Angela, Papa Drew will get you home. What is your home like?”

Angela thought for a few moments. “W-Well, Joey sounds w-way different, th-the ink m-machine is r-rarely on, a-and… The Bendy, Boris, and Alice a-are only in the l-levels wh-where there are big p-pools of ink.”

“Why?”

Angela weakly shrugged. “Th-They d-didn’t t-tell me.” Even though she did know, she didn’t want to get into it with Boris.

“Okay.”

“I-I miss Henry…” Angela whimpered as she allowed herself to stretch out. “I w-want to b-be home, b-but here s-seems nicer, b-better… s-safer...” She shook her head. “I-I don’t kn-know…I-I don’t want t-to overstay m-my welcome...”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Papa Drew won’t mind if you stay here for a while!”

She felt something cold, something dangerous, enter a room somewhere near the room she was in. It sunk into the floor and stayed there. Angela shuddered. There was something bad here, and she had the sinking feeling it was her fault.

#Angela Angel #bendy the dancing demon #batim #Bendy and the Ink Machine #alice angel #boris the wolf #susie campbell #joey drew #sammy lawrence

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quillsinkwell · 2 years ago

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Sneak Peek of "Breaking the Cycle" chp 1!

So! This is the official fic of the Jailbreak AU!

Enjoy this sneak peek while I try to navigate AO3's tagging system for the first time.

Audrey's point of view

This subject has been deemed hazardous. Toxic fumes should be activated..." The Keeper(s) muttered.

Wait, did they say toxic fumes?!

"No no no! Toxic fumes should NOT be activated! I don't have to see Wilson! I'll leave! I'll never come back!" Audrey desperately said to get them not to kill her.

Granted, she knew she could come back, but dying was not very pleasant, and dying from toxic fumes was NOT something she wanted to experience!

"But...orders from...the master...say to contain a subject...that matches this one...entirely..." The Keeper(s?) said, not really addressing Audrey.

"Pardon?" She asked.

"Subject must be...contained...until further orders...." The Keeper(s?) announced.

Then a beep went off, a door opened, and three more creatures entered the room!

They wore helmets over their heads that were similar to diver helmets. They each had three long arms and clawed fingers with wires wrapped around them. Their right arms in particular had an extra forearm which seemed to be stitched on. They wore suits which seemed to resemble lab coats but were black instead of white and had glowing outlines. They have four tentacles in place of legs.

It was then and there that she realized that the creatures in front of her resemble the Keeper(s?) on the screens to a T, so she supposed they were Keepers as well.

However, she couldn't dwell on this for long, because they tried to grab her!

She swung at them with her pipe, but it had next to no effect. Then she tried to teleport away from them, but the ability wouldn't work for her!

Then she recalled what had happened when she first arrived in the Workshop. How the Ink Demon was about to charge at her, but then the two electric poles in the room activated and the Demon shrunk into, well, little Bendy.

Choosing not to unpack that at the current moment, because Now Was Not The Time, she instead focused on her state at the time. She had felt a seizing pain in her head, and a golden aura at the edge of her vision.

A golden aura that she saw at another time, when Porter had given her his teleporting ability. And when she had gotten the ability to banish ink monsters.

...Oh. oh no.

Those electric poles that had transformed the Ink Demon, it might have also completely canceled out her powers.

Well, this is quite a dilemma!

Ok Audrey, sure they outnumber you and you can't teleport or banish them, but it could be worse!, she thought to herself, you still have your weapon, and you've faced bigger numbers.

Then two of the Keepers grabbed her arms from behind and the third stole her pipe.

Ok everything has gone to sh*t, time to start kicking, she thought to herself, before kicking at the Keeper in front of her.

"Subject is...resisting containment. Subject must...be damaged." The Keeper(s?) remarked.

Audrey wondered what the Keeper(s?) meant, though she would quickly get an answe

When they broke both her legs.

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Thank you to @dipperpines-kin @theluckoftheclaws @kenzoisfine @crowanonymous @joeydrewstudios @preciouslittletoonette and @dreamwalker6500 for being so sweet in the tags and comments, it makes me really happy to know that other people enjoy this AU, and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

#batdr #bendy and the dark revival #batim #bendy and the ink machine #jailbreak au #audrey drew #batdr the keepers #btc #sneak peek #quill's writing

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omsrandom · 7 years ago

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Fallen Bell

Prompt: Sammy agrees that Allison should be the voice of Alice/Sammy doesn’t speak up for Susie when Allison is replacing her

((very loose AU of @ask-joeydrewstudios. @scipunk63 I did a doodle with mine too.

Fear filled her as Alice and the unknown woman were talking, side by side with Sammy a few feet away, a complex look on his face. “What’s this?” she whispered, making the three stop what they were doing and turn to her.

“Mister Drew thought it best that some other voice actors be brought in,” the woman began, voice… detached.

“But why are you talkin’ to Alice? She’s-,”

“You’re not Alice anymore, Campbell,” the woman immediately cut her off before grinning wickedly. “Soon, you won’t be anyone anymore.” Susie’s jaw dropped, and she turned to her boyfriend.

“Sammy, you’re just gonna…?” He looked up, brown eyes troubled.

“You’re an amazing Angel, Susie. But Allison… she just brings her to life, you know?”

Anger, raw and pure, filled her, making her see blood red. “If you think that,” she hissed, tears stinging her eyes. “Then how’s about she gives you life instead of me!”

Snapping around and walking out, she left the room and his life with a slam of a door.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #susie campbell #sammy lawrence #allison pendle #samsie #samsie breakup #alice angel #ask-joeydrewstudios #scipunk63 #Angst War 2k17 #fanfic

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queenofcats17 · 7 years ago

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-After leaving the studio, the named characters (minus Joey) find they’ve developed a mental link (a la Sense8). -Ask-JoeyDrewStudios: How did everyone react to Grant being real? -Avengers/F4 AU

I’ll just do the mental link one. You already have a Marvel AU and I did the second one in a separate post.

No one fell victim to Joey’s schemes in the end. They all left before he could turn them into his victims. However, they didn’t come away unscathed. A few days after they all left the studio, there had been less of a chance that Joey would stop them if they all quit together, Henry got up and screamed. He didn’t see himself in the mirror. Instead, he saw Sammy. Sammy seemed similarly surprised.

“Henry? What are you doing in my bathroom?”

“What are you doing in my bathroom?” Henry demanded.

“What are you talking about?” Sammy frowned. “You’re in my mirror.”

“You’re in my mirror!”

“Well, both of you are in my mirror.” Susie appeared beside Sammy.

“Susie?” Both Henry and Sammy frowned.

“But you’re in LA,” Sammy said.

“Will all of you stop yelling?!” Now it was Wally’s turn to appear in the mirror. “I’m trying to get some sleep here!”

“You’re one to talk, Franks.” Grant walked in, a positively done look on his face. Eventually, they had Thomas, Shawn, and Allison as well. Everyone was yelling and arguing, the cacophony of voices almost unbearable.

“Everyone stop!” Henry yelled. Everyone stopped and stared at him. Sammy and Wally were holding each other up by their collars, while Susie was embracing Allison.

“Does anyone understand what’s going on?” Henry asked, running a hand through his hair. “Why are we all….here?”

“I’m assuming we’re all connected because of something Joey did,” Grant said dryly.

“Wouldn’t surprise me.” Thomas shrugged.

“I always wanted to be connected to other people,” Susie admitted. “Maybe not like this, but still.”

“I can’t believe Joey’s meddling with us even here!” Shawn stamped his foot. “We quit so we could get away from him.” Allison gnawed on her lip, moving closer to Susie.

“So…What do we do now?” Wally and Sammy looked at each other.

“Get on with life, I guess.” Henry sighed. He honestly couldn’t think of what else to do. His mind was drawing a complete blank, overwhelmed by everything that was going on.

As life went on after that, they found themselves rather enjoying the mental link. When one of them had a question, chances were the others could answer it. When Susie or Allison was threatened, one of the men could step in to handle it. Or Susie could step in to kick someone else’s ass. She was very good at kicking people’s asses.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #submission #henry #susie campbell #sammy lawrence #wally franks #grant cohen #thomas connor #shawn flynn #allison pendle

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bendywackyadventures · 6 years ago

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AJDS- Secret Message

This was a story idea I had for a while now, but never got to work on it, till today.

AU: @ask-joeydrewstudios

For Wally Franks, his breaks were the best time for him. Not only to relax, but to play and hang around his best buddy Bendy. During the janitor’s breaks he and Bendy would spend the day pulling pranks, telling jokes or playing games. It was fun to have someone around that shares your interest.

The little demon was playing with a blue star patterned ball bouncing it around with his tail. Bendy saw Wally and spin the ball on his tail. “Franks! Catch!” Bendy yelled as he threw the ball.

Wally caught the ball fast and threw it back at the demon. The demon caught the ball with his tail and bounced it a few more times and then kicked it. Wally kicked the ball back making it bounce around the room.

“Ah!” Bendy screamed ducking as the ball went over him and smashing into Sammy’s office.

Bendy and Wally screamed seeing the ball going into the cranky songwriter’s office. “Sammy is gonna kill us!” Wally and Bendy exclaimed at the same time.

“Ok. Ok. Don’t panic. We can fix this.” Wally stuttered. He went into Sammy’s office and pulled the curtains over the broken window. “Problem solved!”

Bendy sighed and walked into Sammy Lawrence’s office. From the looks of it, nothing was damaged, except the window but nothing Sammy won’t notice till he leaves for home. Bendy smiled when he found the ball they were playing with along with a box of tape recorders.

“Wally! Check this out!” Bendy called out. Wally went over to the little demon and saw the later pull out a box filled with tape recorders. Bendy pulled one out and looked to make sure Sammy wasn’t coming back anytime soon. Bendy turned on the tape recorder, listening to Sammy’s voice.

Sammy Lawrence:

So Susie Campbell has been here for 3 months, and her debut as Alice Angel won’t be for another week. Today was the longest recording day I ever been in, today she sang the song “Lonely Angel.” The band kept messing up, going at different speeds, Norman told me it was because of me due to me blacking out. That’s silly, I never blacked out. Not once! He even said I have a crush on Susie, which is funny she’s my co-worker I don’t have feelings for her.

Do I?

Once the tape ended Bendy and Wally went silent and looked at each other. A smile appeared on their faces as they shared a laugh. "So these are Sammy’s confession tapes!” Wally laughed wiping a tear from his eye.

Bendy laughed as well, “this must of taken place before they started dating!” Bendy stopped laughing and looked at all the tapes; he then gave Wally a smirk. The later smirked as well as they both knew what they were thinking. “Want to take these somewhere and listen to them?”

Wally nodded, “and…”

“Use it as blackmail on Sammy! Yes!” Bendy and Wally agreed as the same time. They gathered the items and walked out of Sammy’s office closing the door.

After a good lunch break thanks to Susie bringing in sandwiches from home, Sammy was finally able to come back into his office and relax. Once settling in, Sammy looked around his office, he sensed something wasn’t right and there was someone or something here that wasn’t there before. Sammy opened up the drawers checking if anything was missing, but everything is in place.

Sammy thought what was missing, and shrugged going back to work.

Back with the jokers Bendy and Wally laughed at the recent tape they played. This one was about Sammy talking about his first date with Susie. “Okay. Okay! Next one!” Wally laughed.

Bendy nodded and pressed play on the next recorder.

Sammy Lawrence:

Susie I have something to confess to you. I love you. No that sounds stupid. Susie Mariee Campbell you’re the prettiest girl in the world, and I love you. Gah! Pull it together Lawrence! You can do this! Susie I love you, you’re an amazing singer, girl and person overall. Would you like to be my girlfriend?

Wally and Bendy snickered throughout the whole tape; once it reached the end they started laughing out loud. Their laughter was so loud it caught the attention of Susie who was passing by.

“What’s so funny?” The voice actress asked.

Wally and Bendy stopped laughing and looked up at the confused voice actress. Bendy and Wally looked at each other nervous and wondering what to say. “We were just laughing at jokes.” Bendy lied. Wally nodded in reply. Susie raised an eyebrow; he looked at the box filled with tape recordings and took one out of the box.

Wally looked nervous hoping she wouldn’t play the video, but she didn’t she handed the recorder back to Wally and walked off. Wally sighed, “That was too close.”

“I agree.” Bendy replied. It went silent for a while, but with a smirk the two listened more of the recordings.

Susie walked up to Sammy’s office and noticed the window broken. She sighed rolling her eyes and knocked on Sammy’s office door. “Come in!” Sammy called out. Susie smiled and opened the door.

“Sammy, something weird is going on with Wally and Bendy, did anything happen?” Susie asked.

Sammy shook his head. Susie sighed and opened the window blinds showing the hole. Sammy’s mouth dropped seeing the broken window. “My window!” He yelled. Sammy groaned that he has to pay for it. Then, anger, anger started to rush threw the music director’s veins.

Susie sensed the anger, she had to calm him down before he goes into a rampage, but what can she do? She then remembered the box of tapes, “um if it would make you feel better, Wally and Bendy found a box of tapes.”

This didn’t seem to help as Sammy got furious, “what box of tapes?” He asked, voice growling.

Susie gulped, “a blue box filled with tapes and they were laughing.” She explained.

This struck a chord on Sammy. He knows what those tapes were; his anger was now mixed with worry. “Susie! Those tapes are important!” He yelled.

“I can show you where they are.”

Wally and Bendy were walking laughing more over the recording tapes. Their laughter stopped as they started to feel a cold chill coming their way. “B-Bendy d-did Joey turn on the AC?” Wally shivered.

Bendy shivered shaking his head, “N-Not that I know of. I-Its only 60 degrees.” He replied.

“There you are.” Sammy sang in a creepy tone. Wally and Bendy shrieked turning around seeing Sammy smile evilly on the two. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“H-Hey! Sammy!” Bendy replied. “W-We were just- just…” Bendy was at a lost for words seeing Sammy stand there, smiling like a mad man.

“Just going to hand back my tapes?” Sammy asked.

Bendy and Wally gulped, clutching onto the box tight. “Y-yes. I mean no!” Bendy yelled changing his answer.

Sammy chuckled. They were playing it the hard way, so he can play their little game. “Well if you don’t give them to me now. You will pay.” He replied.

Wally shook the fear and gained confidence, “Well. We have your audio tapes.” Wally said smirking crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” Bendy replied, “and we can use them on you if you plan on telling Joey!”

Sammy smirked, “can use what if Mr. Lawrence told me?” Joey asked walking up disappointed at the toon.

Bendy was scared seeing his father come into the room. He snatched the box away from Wally and handed it back to Sammy, giving the music director and his father a sheepish smile.

“You two. My office. Now.” Joey scolded.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes dad.”

Sammy finally put the box back where it belongs, as for Wally and Bendy they had to spend their Sunday fixing up Sammy’s window. Sammy could of done humiliation on them, but seeing Franks loose his day off and Bendy loosing his fun for the day was enough. Now Sammy can sit down, relax and finish the new song.

“So what were in those tapes anyways?” Susie asked. Sammy gulped as he blushed.

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