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instrumentsofcyanide‌: 

        ˗ˏˋ   ❛   Well   …    ❜  ˎˊ˗  

「 ✟ 」   ⋮   ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ .   ⋮  ━━   He   WANTS   to   give   the   woman   a   clear   answer   but   he’s   not   quite   sure   himself.   After   he   showed   Joey   how   to   make   the   ink   machine   (   and   yet   even   that   was   messed   up   ),   Bendy   stopped   keeping   track   of   Joey’s   satanic   practices.   He’d   been   far   too   busy   with   the   showbiz   life   after   all.   Joey   KEPT   him   busy;   made   sure   there   wasn’t   a   SINGLE   moment’s   rest.   Or   a   moment   to   even   keep   track   of   him.   It   wasn’t   like   Bendy   could   ask   SATAN   either.   No,   the   terms   the   two   of   them   were   on   …

                 …   Well,   let’s   say   ’   bad   ’   was   LIGHTLY   putting   it.

      ˗ˏˋ   ❛   My   new   boss,   JOEY   …   probably   summoned   you   to   make   you   into   a   cartoon   or   somethin’   ?   That’s   what   he   did   to   me   but   I   volunteered.    ❜  ˎˊ˗     

A   pause.   This   was   still   quite   strange.   Even   then,   Bendy   had   come   into   this   world   as   a   toon;   as   the   little   devil   darling   that   Henry   drew   up   on   the   paper.   This   lady   STILL   didn’t   look   like   a   toon.

      ˗ˏˋ   ❛   …   But   how   come   ya   ain’t   a   toon   yet   ?    ❜  ˎˊ˗  

Zion had crossed her arms, moving to lean on the edge of the nearest desk as an eyebrow rose. Joey wanted to make her a cartoon? If that was the case, she was going to have a ball laughing in a human’s face. 

Just as she was staring to laugh now at the whole idea of her being owned by any mortal. She refused it in life, of course she’d refuse it in the afterlife. 

“Because I’d never call a human my boss. My job is to make deals and make sure they’re fulfilled, not to pawn myself off to be some human’s plaything.” And why in the world would he volunteer for something like that? Some demons didn’t make sense to her. 

“I’m not interested in becoming any sort of cartoon. No offense or anything.” 

[thedemonzion]

undefined

𝕋𝕠 ℍ𝔼𝕃𝕃 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂?

                                                                                        ᴡᴇʟʟ, ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ,                                                                                         ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ

                                                    ₩ØⱤ₴Ɇ.

                                Indie Demon OC, Penned by Queenie

                                   Follows back from @multedmuses

                                   ℍ𝕆𝕄𝔼 | ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊 | 𝕀ℕ𝔽𝕆

[thedemonzion]

instrumentsofcyanide‌: 

「 ✟ 」   ⋮   ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ .   ⋮  ━━   There’s   a   new   broad   in   the   studio   …   and   one   that   Bendy   didn’t   quite   think   much   of   it   at   first.   Certainly   she   must   have   been   another   new   worker   or   perhaps   even   a   visitor   to   the   studio.   Yet   …   when   pie   -   cut   eyes   meet   crimson   hues   …   he   RECOGNIZED   it   immediately.

           A   demon.

           Now   what   was   a   DEMON   doing   here   in   the   studio   ?   Was   Joey   messing   with   things   again   ?

      ˗ˏˋ   ❛   Wait   just   a   darn   second   …   you’re   a   DEMON,   right   ?   Did   you   get   summon   by   an   OLD   MAN   or   somethin’   ?   Because   he   …   dabbles   in   that   sort   of   stuff.   ❜   ˎˊ˗  

“Huh, I wonder what gave it away. What exactly are you supposed to be? It would be nice to know who summoned me. My boss is sending me on a lot of wild jobs lately.” 

Zion let out a deep sigh, hand moving to pinch the bridge of her nose. In her near two decades of this job so far, she hadn’t been put on such strange jobs. She only wished she was given more information on potential deal makers before she hit the places. 

“I just got here. You tell me. My name’s Zion. I am normally only summoned when someone is ready to make a deal. Though, you don’t look like the kind of thing my boss would want a soul from.

“If you wanna do me a favor, you can tell me who exactly it is that brought me here. So I can do my business and get to work.” 

[thedemonzion]

bitevictim‌: 

「 ★ 」   ⋮   Ｖ Ｉ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｍ ．   ⋮  ━━     Lately,   Daddy’s   been   playing   with   things   he   shouldn’t   have.   Things   like   inventing   machines   that   would   literally   scoop   out   one’s   SOUL   and   put   it   into   places   where   they   shouldn’t   be   (   mainly   animatronics   ).   But   did   Riley   know   that   ?   Did   Riley   know   he   was   probably   not   supposed   to   be   playing   with   that   stuff   that   Daddy      left   out   ?   No.

                   And   this   is   EXACTLY   how   a   five   year   old   winds   up   summoning   a   demon.

                  The   child   stares;   widened   blue   eyes   meeting   blood   red   hues.   The   other   could   have   easily   passed   off   as   a   normal   human   if   it   WEREN’T   for   those   eyes.   She   at   least   didn’t   look   as   scary   as   an   animatronic.

              ˗ˏˋ   ❛   …   Ummmm   …   how   did   you   do   that   ?   ❜   ˎˊ˗

              ˗ˏˋ   ❛   Are   you   a   MAGICAL   FRIEND   ?   ❜   ˎˊ˗

                  RILEY.

Zion could only stare at the child for a good moment. She wasn’t shocked by teens summoning her fro shits and giggles but did this child even understand what he’d just brought in? Apparently not, as she’d noticed from the question. 

Something felt off about this place, even for a creature like her. Going down to one knee to meet the child’s height, she tried to think of something to say. Where were his parents? Did they know he’d gotten into this stuff? If her own child had--

“Uh, sure. I’m a magical friend. My name is Zion, may I ask yours? I have a few questions for you, if that’s alright. Are you all alone, here? Do you have any guardians with you?”

[thedemonzion]

Existential Crisis Sentence Starters

For interactions in which your muses feel like having a deep, terrifying discussion about life. 

“I wish I could go back.”  “Did your life turn out the way you expected it would?” “Sometimes I think if I just did one thing differently, maybe none of this would have happened.” “What if we ran out of goals? What would we live for after that?” “I feel like I wasted too much of my time.” “Do you ever get that feeling like you’ve lost something you can never get back, but you don’t know what is was?” “I find myself missing things that I didn’t truly appreciate when I had them.” “Where do you think you would be if we never met?” “I hate thinking about the past and wondering if I ruined everything.” “Would you start over if you had the chance?” “I wish we could slow the whole world down.” “If you could take back one mistake, what would it be?” “If you didn’t wake up tomorrow, would you be satisfied with today?” “Sometimes my body just doesn’t feel real.” “I’m terrified looking up at the sky. It reminds me of how small I am.” “I wonder, in the grand scheme of things, if anything we do will make a difference.” “Do you ever get that feeling that you just don’t matter?” “Sometimes I forget that I’m a person. I just go through the motions.” “I think what you’ve got is called ‘dissociation’.”  “Nothing feels real anymore.” “Don’t you get anxious when you realize time just keeps going and going?” “I sort of envy people who don’t get anxiety over just existing.” “You never know how much time you have left.” “Just think about how big the world is. You’re not even a drop in the bucket, we’re more like molecules in a drop.” “Do you really think, hundreds of years from now, anything we do will mean a thing?” “Maybe I need to stop thinking so much and just live.” “If you keep worrying, you won’t get anything done except for worry.” “Maybe we shouldn’t think so deeply about it. In the end, I’m not sure it matters.” “What do you want to be remembered for?” “How long do you think people will still talk about us after we’re gone?” “I think as long as you lived your life how you feel was right, it’s never a waste.” “Do you think everything happens for a reason?” “I’m not sure if fate is real, or if things just happen because they happen.” “There’s never enough time. You just have to make use of what you have.”

[thedemonzion]

instrumentsofcyanide‌: 

          ˗ˏˋ   ❛   We’d   be   responsible   adults   if   we   wreck   the   RIGHT   things   !   Like   maybe   Joe   Draw’s   desk   ?   Maybe   we   could   pin   it   on   someone   else   too   !   That   way,   NO   ONE   will   know   !   ❜   ˎˊ˗

「 ✟ 」   ⋮   ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ .   ⋮  ━━   OREO.

“Now that sounds like a fucking party.” Zion don’t curse around the toons. 

“I mean, when you can turn to smoke at the drop of a hat, I think we can make a quick getaway. But Hell yea. Joe Draw’s desk seems like a good start. But who’s getting framed?”

[thedemonzion]

crimson-petaldance‌: 

“…It actually does work…?” Poppy didn’t think that she would ever get this chance. Maybe she should actually get some answers?

“U… Um, hi… S… sorry for waking you I just… couldn’t do this at any other time… Ma wouldn’t like it…. I… I was wondering if I could…. ask you something, since no one in town will even talk to me… P…please…?”

She didn’t care if she would go to hell for this… no one she knew really cared, either.

“Well, I’m definitely standing here. So it did most likely work. Unless you’re hallucinating and you just want to believe it did.” Zion, don’t be such an ass. She did have to admit, the stuttering did pull at her heartstrings if only a little. So, she moved to sit on the air, seemingly floating. 

“Most parents wouldn’t. Summoning a demon alone? That’s ballsy, kiddo. But hey, you’ve caught my interest, and I am nothing if not a businessman... So, what’s your question? I’m all ears.”

Her face seemed unamused, but there was a specific tone in her voice that made her sound sincere, even if that, too, was fake. 

[thedemonzion]

hopeful-hugz‌:

“That’s when you make yourself at home, until another summon, dearie. They invited you in, so you don’t necessarily have to leave, right away. Imagine the look on their faces the moment their parents or caretakers walk in~”

Honestly, the voidling remembered the looks from when she used to work in a hive. “It never gets old, especially the delectable fear everyone gives off after. It’s a feast~!”

“So basically you’re telling me to raid their fridges anyway. Sounds about right.” She gave a nod of agreement, though the fear thing wasn’t really her ballgame. Get summoned, make a deal, ollie out. Well, until it was time for collection. 

“Honestly, as much as I enjoy scaring the shit out of people, it’s not a feast unless there’s some kind of food involved. Like steak... God, I’m really hungry right now. For food though. Not fear. I wish fear could work like food for me.”

[thedemonzion]

toysong‌: 

“I don’t know what that means but I take offense to it anyway.”

“Good. Because I’m not taking it back.”

[thedemonzion]

wrenchand-abone‌: 

“What does that have to do with being a fallout boy?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

[thedemonzion]

wrenchand-abone‌: 

“What kinda name is that!? I fall INTO INK, cause of TOON TORTURE, not out of it!”

“Toon torture, huh? That sounds worse than actual Hell.” Is she being sarcastic? The world may never know.

[thedemonzion]

wrenchand-abone‌: 

“I am Not! I’m suicidal, there’s a difference!”

“Mmmmhm. Whatever you say, fall out boy.”

[thedemonzion]

@toysong

“Are you over here trying to make me believe you aren’t emo?”

[thedemonzion]

wrenchand-abone‌: 

“OI, NO THAT’S  SAMMY.”

“Well, you aren’t wrong. But both. It’s both of you. You’re both emo.”

[thedemonzion]

SUDDENLY AN ANGRY EMU RUNS STRAIGHT INTO THE DEMON AT FULL FORCE AND SENDS HER FLYING INTO THE SUN

NOPE NOPE NOPE. CUE HER JUMPING RIGHT OUT THE DAMN WAY. 

“Into the sun? Nah ir’s more likely for me to go the opposite way.” get it? Because she’s from Hell? 

[thedemonzion]

wrenchand-abone‌:

thedemonzion‌:

“‘S a fookin EMU.”

and he is very proud of himself

“I said Emu not Emo.”

[thedemonzion]

“‘S a fookin EMU.”