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⛧ ˗ˏˋ @theswordandthependle ||「 Thomas 」 ˎˊ˗ ⛧

「 ✟ 」   ⋮   ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ .   ⋮  ━━   WHO   WAS   HE   ?   !   Who   does   that   man;   that   miserable,   pathetic   man   think   he   is   ?   To   tell   BENDY   THE   DANCING   DEMON   what   to   do   ?   !   

                He’s   ranting   and   raving   to   himself   as   he   paced   back   and   forth;   throwing   insults   left   and   right   that   he   didn’t   exactly   CARE   that   his   self   -   proclaimed   boss   heard.   It’s   obvious   from   the   demon’s   anger   that   the   last   recording   didn’t   end   up   well   at   all   but   …   that   certainly   wasn’t   Bendy’s   fault,   was   it   ?   !   It   was   Joey   Drew’s   fault   for   changing   things   !   It   was   Joey   Drew’s   fault   that   he   couldn’t   even   write   !   It   was   -

                …

                Drip.

                He   stops;   FREEZING   mid   -   step   as   he   catches   sight   of   a   drop   of   black   upon   the   group.   There   weren’t   …   there   weren’t   any   INK   PIPES   installed   in   this   room   …

                Drip   …   drip   …

                His   hand   grazes   against   his   face;   making   contact   with   some   wetness   and   his   eyes   grow   wide   as   they   sight   of   the   truth.   The   ink   was   coming   from   him.   His   PERFECTION   was   falling   apart.   What   was   this   ?   WHAT   WAS   THIS   ?   !   Didn’t   Joey   …   didn’t   Thomas   …   DIDN’T   THEY   DO   THINGS   RIGHT   ?   !

                THEYDIDNTTHEYDIDNTTHEYDIDNTTHEYDIDNT   

                THERE’S   INK   EVERYWHERE.

                Mere   annoyance   turns   to   absolute   panic   as   he   begins   to   run;   the   black   ink   of   his   entire   being   trailing   behind.   What   does   he   do   ?   WHAT   DOES   HE   DO   ?   He’s   never   learned   what   to   do   when   the   ink   machine   messed   up   !   WHAT   DOES   HE   DO   ?   Was   he   going   to   DIE   ?   !

                And   then   …   he   sees   one   of   them.   It’s   not   Joey   Drew   …   but   it   is   the   one   that   was   RESPONSIBLE   for   building   up   the   machine.   Oh,   he   still   remembers   those   hateful   words   that   came   out   of   that   man’s   mouth.   He   still   held   those   words   against   him.   And   now   he   does   THIS   ?   !

                Without   even   THINKING   does   he   practically   KNOCK   the   man   over.   What   Thomas   would   be   faced   with   was   the   rather   horrifying   sight   of   a   melting   demon   scorned   grabbing   at   his   shirt   as   he   glared   at   the   man   with   both   fear   and   hatred.

                ˗ˏˋ   ❛   YOU   DID   THIS   !   !   !   YOU   DID   THIS   TO   ME   !   !   !   FIX   THIS   !   !   !    ❜  ˎˊ˗

Thomas had absolutely heard an earful from Joey that day. God, if times weren't hard he’d have asked to be assigned somewhere else. Sure, there were good people in the studio, a few in particular he could see reason to stay for, but it almost wasn't worth hearing the man he worked for complain all the time and treat everyone like they were throwaways. 

He himself had been grumbling, tool box in hand when suddenly--

The next thing the man knew, he was ass-first on the ground, his toolbox and tools alike clattering everywhere. And then just ink. It wasn’t until he heard the voice did he realize who had him, 

“Be-Bendy?! What in the world happened to you?” He also felt fear, but it took him longer than he’d like to admit to comprehend what the demon was saying. He put a hand up in defense, trying to sputter out a response. “Lis-Listen! I’m an engineer, not a magician! Let’s just calm down and get to the machine and we can figure it out from there...?” 

Even with how small Bendy usually was, the grown man had to internally realize just how terrifying demons could be. Why did he keep this job? What was worth this and the absolute fit that Joey would have if when he found out about this?

“Ain’t no one needing to be hurt over some ink, okay?”

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“Hm.” A curt nod follows, the moment Tom motioned for her to follow. She wanted to place the familiar mannerisms and the rougher attitude, but making assumptions down here could got one killed. She’d seen that first hand with… others.

She couldn’t help but give the hint of a smile when Allison spoke up again. She couldn’t help it. So much familiarity, but none at all, as well. Hope’s hushed voice can’t help but chuckle as she rolled a shoulder.

“It’s fine. He reminds me a lot of one of my uncles. Don’t blame him, though- This place was… never the best place to be, even when it was back in it’s prime. Most folk were… apprehensive, for a lack of a better term.” A glance behind her, once more, as she added. “None of the staff, nor folks from GENT, deserved what they got.”

Tom had winced at the mention of GENT, but made no other motion besides that. Allison sighed as they all headed to the safe house. She had no clue what GENT was, having only read the name around on blueprints and the like she’d found. “I don’t know what this place was before this. One day I was just.. Here. And I met... Well, let’s just say it’s a long story up to meeting Tom. But I’m glad I did.”

She didn’t say much more until they had arrived in their little safe room. Allison had paintings nearly all over the walls, and Tom had immediately gone to sit down and inspect his arm. There was nothing wrong with it, but he needed to focus on something other than old memories. 

“Are you hungry?” The angel spoke up again. “We... Only have soup, but at least it’s something.”

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A pair of presents from Mr. Stuart! Thomas receives a new tool kit and Allison gets a rather fancy looking necklace. Where in the world did he get these? Who knows! But they're gifts now. " Happy Holidays! - Henry" - inkwise

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“Maybe I’ll be able to fix things with tools that aren’t rusted over from ink. Thanks, I really appreciate it.” He’s never been the most expressive, but his smile is very genuine. 

“Gosh, I don’t think I’ve really had something this fancy-looking before. I’m going to cherish it forever.”

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Thomas had gone off to get some water for them both, but Allison had found a seat in the waiting room near the offices. Hopefully the paramedics will make sure Henry’s fine, but she feels awful this was how his birthday ended. 

She’d make a mental note to do something nice once he was out of the hospital, but she was also worried about what would happen with Joey being arrested. Sure, it was good that he got what he deserved, but boy was she worried about what would happen now. 

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After talking with the paramedics, they had followed behind them Allison was trying to say something that would at least make herself feel better, but it was pretty obvious nothing would at this point. Thomas’s hand was held tightly in her own. 

“It’s gonna be okay. These guys are professionals.” He was being reassuring as much as he could. All he could do was squeeze her hand as they got closer to the office, him trying to see inside the office from as far as they were currently. It was kind of hard, though.

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At some point, Allison had gone to call the police. After her initial shock, she’d quickly rushed to the nearest phone, quickly dialing. She hadn’t known that the gun was a blank. Thomas had followed after, thinking that she had tried to run off. But no, they were waiting for the cops to show up. 

Thomas was the one to talk to them when they arrived, pointing them in the direction of Joey’s office. But of course, Allison was going to follow behind, Thomas worriedly following. They were both obviously freaked out. 

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A quick scream comes from Allison. The noise scared her, but she can’t say she hadn’t seen it coming. Her hands go over her mouth as she stares at the intercom, dumbfounded. 

Tom looked equally as worried. It was obvious on his face he was torn between going to make sure no one had died, and leaving Allison here looking absolutely petrified. But then he sees someone go running and oh, that can’t be a good idea. 

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@inkyencounters​ | The Last day event (500 years after it starts)

The two had gotten there late, and barely had time to register what was happening. They looked at each other, Allison being completely shocked by the suddenness of it. 

Thomas, on the other hand, was smiling proudly. It was about time someone said something to Drew. Hopefully this meant actual change was coming. Eventually, he found himself letting out a whoop! to cheer Henry on, and so did the lady next to him. 

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On a semi-related note, where’s my BATIM AU where the still-living humans watch Joey’s story ala the Ember Island Players and riff on it the entire time

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THOMAS COMMITTED TAX FRAUD AND IS NOW UNDER INVESTIGATION BY THE IRS

“Well considering we file them together, I sure would hope not!”

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So, I updated my rules, an added one on. It’s not necessarily a rule, but it’s important to know. It involves how my activity can vary on blogs considering my work week. I copy/pasted it under the cut just to make it easier to find.

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The true ink demon listened to her talking on, she was right he did show nothing but kindness… an trait that even the ink demon did not have anymore, he was a lot different in terms of personality with said demon, he seems to be more careful about his surroundings and even showed compassion, kindness and empathy but also sometimes if the moment was right… he would also show love too, but he does nod at that agreeing that the lost ones were 100% afraid of him, even though some wander the halls, as if fine with the daily everyday life of survival “GOT… THAT RIGHT…. THOUGH SEARCHERS ARE…WELL JUST MINDLESS HUSKS OF FORMER SELVES…. MADE BY THAT BLASTED MACH-” he stops when she told him he was one of the only good things out of this place, he stares at her, shock and for a moment he felt his eyes water throughout all his life pretty much when he was made from the machine, joey told him he was nothing, just a empty husk of something that wasnt even perfect, he still tried to be their bendy but things… just didint work out, hearing that out of her mouth… gave him his hope back, his horns perked up, as he gave her a smile, an honest actual smile.

the true ink demon hesitates to hug her, since due to the size difference and the fact he knows what she can do with that sword, he instead leans forward and nudges her slightly with his head, emitting a low purr like sound, he was nuzzling her. he lifted his head back up as his tail lightly wags “T….THANK…… YOU…… FOR SAYING THAT…..” he said, his tail wagging a bit more now as he had a happy look on his face. “BUT… WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING OUT HERE THOUGH…?”

She gives a sigh and a smile, moving to pat his head as she’s nuzzled. At least the situation seemed elevated for now, so Allison didn’t feel as worried. The question makes her shake her head. 

“I can’t stay cooped up in some safe room all the time. I was out scavenging, mostly.” Along with trying to decode the messages in her angel glass. It never seemed to work out for her, though. 

“I mean, we both know I can protect myself and I try to be careful when I’m out. Tom’s arm was acting up again, but it’s a good thing there are just tools all around this place. Kind of ironic with all the disrepair, huh?”

there was... something different about the enivorment, for starters that demon wasnt around, the one that allison had been talking with, and they seems to be.... large claw like gashes on the walls, followed by large inky footprints, it seemed whoever did this must of had a bit of rampage, wonder who? [[hi yes i just realized i did'int interact me boi in his unstable form with allison yet- excuse me while i just leave this here]]

Something about this venture out gave her a bad feeling. She’d promised she’d be back at the base as soon as possible. Tom was most likely going to get worried sick. But seeing one of the few familiar things she felt comfortable around suddenly a mess? It was stupid. Incredibly stupid. 

Allison would definitely be careful, treating lightly as to not find herself in more trouble than she initially should find lurking these hallways. It was a good thing she always kept her sword handy. 

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“I……” What are you? That couldn’t have been a genuine question, could it? Allison wouldn’t…

She didn’t remember anything? What the hell was she supposed to do now? Her own sister was a feral beast, the toons she called family were either gone or corrupted and the staff she held dear were toons or monsters. This was the perfect cherry on top of the shit sundae.

Might as well roll with it, as usual.

“My name’s Hope Ray and I’m a human. Someone from… outside. My sister used to work in the studio, when I was a child, and you sound incredibly similar to one of her coworkers. A… apologies for the confusion…. I thought…”

A glance behind her is given, checking to see if Lamb was around, still. The Boris in front of her seemed tense, and it got her somewhat paranoid. Perhaps they were just worried about the Ink Demon. That made sense.

“Nevermind. Sorry if I startled you two, as well. I was just trying to catch my breath, hide from the creature that chased me down here.”

Allison was shocked at hearing she was someone from the outside. But, that didn’t loosen any of the confusion in this situation. She didn’t have much time to think as Tom made his way in front of her to face the other. Allison thought he was going to do something rash for a moment, (let’s face it, they’re both pretty reckless sometimes), but he doesn’t. 

His eyes follow the check, and he looks back at his angel before motioning for her to follow them. The noise alone was bound to lead the demon to them. They needed to get back to the safe house as soon as possible. 

The Angel pauses for a moment as he starts to walk, turning back to give as reassuring of a smile as she can. “Don’t mind him. He’s always just a little sour. This place does that to most. Don’t worry, you’re safe with us.:

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“ Well, see, look at it this way… When they needed someone t’rival the devil?              …They made ME. ”

( howdy! ummm ho boy so i don’t know why but i felt an urge to make a blog for Charley from The Butcher Gang, with a verse for ink form and cartoon world! so if anyone wants to meet the evil monkey crime boss, now’s your chance? under construction, btw! No theme or pages yet, but there will be )

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[Hey there, friends! Queenie here with an rp blog, based on a swap au with Alice and Bendy from BatIM! Would you kindly like/reblog if you’d be interested in interaction?

Follows back from @multedmuses ]

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“YOU SHOULD BE SUPRISED….. MOST PEOPLE…. WOULD RUN AWAY FROM EVEN GLANCING FOR ONE SECOND… AT THIS STATE….” he said, sighing as his horns droop, bendy was never one to show these types of emotions, at leash not in his forms, he looked up when he was asked if he was okay “H….HONESTLY……. NO….. IM NOT…..” he said, emitting a low whine at that as he rubbed the back of his head, ink still slightly oozing from it “I… LOST CONTROL AGAIN… THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY I ONLY USE THIS FORM AS A LAST RESORT… CAUSE OF HOW EASY IT IS FOR ME TO LOSE CONTROL…” he said sighing as he makes a low rumble, his tail going limp as it stopped shifting “IM A MONSTER ALLISON… MONSTERS LIKE ME DON’T DESERVE KINDESS….. EVEN IF IM NOT LIKE… H I M…. STILL… IM FEARED THE… SAME WAY LIKE HIM…. IN THIS STATE….”

Cue a very loud and obvious scoff from the angel. “A monster? Hardly. Sure, it may... Look bad, but you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. The monsters down here aren’t like that. And they are monsters.” Of course, some of them; she watched them become monsters. Even if it seemed stupid to hope at this point, someone had to have hope it wasn’t going to happen again. 

“Do I look very fearful to you? The searchers and the lost ones... Well, I don’t think they know how not to be fearful of anything. Especially not with the angel and the others roaming these halls. But you? i believe you’re one of the only good things about this place.”

there was... something different about the enivorment, for starters that demon wasnt around, the one that allison had been talking with, and they seems to be.... large claw like gashes on the walls, followed by large inky footprints, it seemed whoever did this must of had a bit of rampage, wonder who? [[hi yes i just realized i did'int interact me boi in his unstable form with allison yet- excuse me while i just leave this here]]

Something about this venture out gave her a bad feeling. She’d promised she’d be back at the base as soon as possible. Tom was most likely going to get worried sick. But seeing one of the few familiar things she felt comfortable around suddenly a mess? It was stupid. Incredibly stupid. 

Allison would definitely be careful, treating lightly as to not find herself in more trouble than she initially should find lurking these hallways. It was a good thing she always kept her sword handy. 

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the demon looked up partly when she first spoke, he thought she was crazy for staying here with him, his fists were shaking, his horns droop, she was right he would never hurt her, even if he was scared he will or ever lost control they was no way he ever harmed her, he somehow still had that soft spot for alice, even though this wasnt techinally HIS alice, he still had that soft spot, he had calmed down enough to after she said it was going to be okay, his inky aura vanished but he was still in this state, but his seals glowed faintly and would sometimes flash a bit, he sat there for a moment before he emits a low groan, his horns drooping “IM….. SORRY…. IF I…. SCARED YOU….. THIS WASNT HOW I WAS PLANNING TO REVEAL…. THIS BURDEN…” he said, slightly coughing and wheezing rasply as he rubbed his neck/

Allison didn’t take a closer step until the aura disappeared, but carefully made her way over once it was gone. “Things don’t always tend to go as planned in this place. But it’s probably not easy to deal with alone. I wasn’t scared. Just... Surprised, is all.” That last bit was definitely a lie, but he didn’t need to know that. 

“Are... Are you okay?”

there was... something different about the enivorment, for starters that demon wasnt around, the one that allison had been talking with, and they seems to be.... large claw like gashes on the walls, followed by large inky footprints, it seemed whoever did this must of had a bit of rampage, wonder who? [[hi yes i just realized i did'int interact me boi in his unstable form with allison yet- excuse me while i just leave this here]]

Something about this venture out gave her a bad feeling. She’d promised she’d be back at the base as soon as possible. Tom was most likely going to get worried sick. But seeing one of the few familiar things she felt comfortable around suddenly a mess? It was stupid. Incredibly stupid. 

Allison would definitely be careful, treating lightly as to not find herself in more trouble than she initially should find lurking these hallways. It was a good thing she always kept her sword handy.