#ask-joeydrewstudios

[hunterwritesstuff]

What’s your favorite Sammy design someone else has made

I have a few, so it's time to expose my tastes and my age!!!

My friend Bee's design, Hell's Studio, ask-joeydrewstudios(cozylittleartblog), berlingotesque-

THERE'S TOO MANY, I AM GAY, I FUCK WITH ANY SAMMY CONTENT HONESTLY-

(Bee's design is honestly my fave tho, Sammy with priest vibes fucks so hard)

[cozylittleartblog]

Are you not into BATIM anymore? It’s sad that you closed the ask blog.

I don’t know why the last couple months people have been asking me about BATIM so much xD It’s not annoying or anything it’s just really confusing why there’s so much interest in it again, or more specifically why there’s so much interest in the stuff i made for it again.

Anyway yeah no I moved on from that blog, it was fun while it lasted but I wanted to do other stuff with my time. I’m still,,, KINDA into it? like I keep up with news for the new games and i’ve drawn a smidge of fanart here n there but that’s it lol. probs wont be drawing anything else for the AU ask blog tho, i more or less like where i left it. with all the time and effort i and so many other people poured into it though, i’m happy people are still enjoying it! even if my art and writing has evolved A Lot since then asdfklsldkfj

it’s three-year anniversary was actually a couple weeks ago on june 1st,,, time really flies huh

[girlwiththegreenhat]

I know the AJDS blog is closed, but I had a weird thought in regards to that universe: seeing as how JDS becomes the equivalent of Disney, could their equivalent of the BATIM game be about Mickey or would it feature some other character(s)?

im trying Really hard to figure out what you’re asking xD their equivalent of the batim game? ... are you asking if in the AJDS universe, an indie game studio made a BATIM-style game, but using mickey mouse and co. as the ‘made up period-styled characters’?

cuz im gonna say yes, that sounds awesome asdfljksdlkfjslkdjf

and if i read this wrong feel free to ask again :0

[deceasedandwell]

@ask-joeydrewstudios

i’m so glad i found this blog, even if it’s goofy, because i’ve made so many friends since then and i don’t know where i’d be without all of you. it’s sad to see it go, but the closure made me look back and realize that we’ve all come a long, long way since then. it’s nuts.

it had a very good run, and i’m so glad it did.

happy valentine’s, liz <3

[soniccrazygal]

The Other Bendy Epilogue

AN: ITT au is mine. @ask-joeydrewstudios is @cozylittleartblog .

It had been a month since Inky had been sent home (about six months since he had first been summoned) and things had pretty much returned to normal, though there were still signs of his influence everywhere. Allison and Tom were dating steadily and a betting pool (started by Wally) had sprung up in the studio on how long it would be before they got married. Shawn would constantly talk to his two plushies and it was more common to see them moving. Bendy still pranked like normal, but now he also helped clean up afterward. Even though the little Ink Demon had had only been there for a short time, people had grown attached to him and they were now missing him.

"How do you think he's doing?" Bendy wondered out loud as he held a plushie that looked like Inky, sitting on his bed. Inky had made all the toons gifts after they had found out he could make things out of his ink. Bendy had gotten the plushie, Alice had gotten some hairpins, and Boris had gotten a bone.

"I'm sure he's doing just fine," Joey assured, rubbing the devil between the horns before tucking him into bed. "He's back home with his own family again. I'm sure he's happy."

"Do you think he misses us?" Bendy continued. "Like we miss him?"

"I'm sure-"

"Can you make a way so we can visit each other?" Bendy continued, jumping up in excitement with his tail twitching rapidly behind him. "You're good with the magic stuff Papa Drew… surely there is some way…"

"I'll look into it," Joey chuckled, getting Bendy back under the sheets. "But you need your rest. Sleep well… goodnight my toons…"

"Goodnight Papa Drew…" the toons chorused back as Joey gently closed the door. A smile was on his face as he headed back to his office. He had some time to do a little research before he went to bed himself. He was sure Bendy wouldn't drop the subject of seeing Inky again until he had some way of making it possible and he was sure he could. And with how well things went with Inky… maybe Joey could help a few more other Bendy's…

AN: And that’s the end. I had a lot of fun doing this and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

[bendywackyadventures]

Escape to the City Chap.7 (Last Chapter)

Well enjoying the ending!!!

AU: @cozylittleartblog

When Joey Drew Studios heard the news of the toons coming back they scurried upstairs, except for Wally who Shawn had to carry due to the janitor spraining his ankle from running to bring the good news. They opened the door and surely Wally was telling the truth. The toons we’re home fine and tired.

Susie felt like crying seeing Alice was home. She couldn’t hold in her joy as Sammy hugged her making her cry into his shoulder.

Joey smiled crying himself seeing his precious children home. Henry stood by him, putting his arm around his shoulder. The later turned to his boss, asking him “so are you going to lecture them?” Henry asked.

Joey chuckled wiping away a tear. “Not tonight. In the morning, yes.” Henry chuckled over Joey’s response. Everyone was just happy that the toons we’re all right.

The next morning, Joey kept his word and scolded the toons for running off like that and giving the studio a scare. They almost spilled his secret, which they did to Damien and Jenny, but the toons weren’t going to tell Joey that. Joey worried them too much as it is, and they wondered what Joey would do to Damien and Jenny since they know the secret.

“Grounded?” Boris asked.

Joey nodded. “Big time.” He added.

The toons sighed, but weren’t upset. They got up from their seat and hugged their Papa Drew tight. Joey was confused over the affection, but he hugged his kids back. Like most parents when their kids run away, and come back home after a long time of pain and worry he was just happy his kids were okay.

2 weeks into the toons grounding, the toons stopped thinking of escape plans of trying to see the outside world, they’ve seen enough as it is. Now its just them being toons, relaxing at the studio, pulling pranks, in Bendy’s case, or chatting with the studio family.

What the toons didn’t know Joey had something special planned for them with the help of Thomas and Wally. The head of the studio opened the door, making the toons look up seeing their father. “I have a surprise for you three.” He exclaimed.

Boris ears picked up, his tail wagging as he ran to his father. “What is it? What is it?” He asked bouncing up and down.

Alice walked by wondering what the surprise is for. “Its not our birthday is it? Or is there a holiday we don’t know about.” The angel thought.

Joey chuckled. “Nope. Come with me and I’ll show you.” The toons followed their father downstairs to the hallway where the offering pedestals were. There they saw a door to the right of the room.

“What is it Joey?” Alice asked.

Joey put his hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. “You’ll see.” He opened the door and the toons eyes widen over what they saw.

The toons remembered this part of the studio as the dumpster site, but now it was clean and had concrete, a slide and a porch swing. There were also flowers blooming all around.

“What’s this?” Bendy asked.

“This is the studio backyard. I thought since you guys want to be outside, and I need you in the studio. Henry and Susie suggested I could make a backyard for you guys.” Joey explained.

The toons were impressed over the backyard. Why haven’t they asked Joey for this sooner then going on one big adventure? They all thought. The trio smiled and ran to their papa giving him a hug. Joey chuckled and hugged them back.

“You like it?” Joey asked.

“Like it? We LOVE IT!” The toons cheered at the same time. The three ran to the swing and sat down as it moved back and forth. Joey smiled watching his toons have fun on this glorious sunny day.

BOOM

Then rain came pouring down, the toons screamed as they ran out of their new yard back inside the studio where it was nice and safe. Not realizing they locked Joey out in the pouring rain. Joey tried to open the door, but saw he was locked in. He tried knocking on the door hoping someone could hear his cries to help him get out of the rain.

“Come on! Can anyone help me! Hello!” Joey yelled.

[omsrandom]

Part 2 of my sendoff for @ask-joeydrewstudios! I asked @girlwiththegreenhat which dress I should draw Susie in as she had suggested Sammy be in one, and so “Crystal Rose” got picked for the Starlight Susie Campbell!

[cyberflows-art]

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.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Do u forget old bendy blogs?

I SAY I THINK IT'S BORING BUT I WAS LITERALLY REREADING ASK-JOEYDREWSTUDIOS LITERALLY THE OTHER FUCKING DAY.

[cozylittleartblog]

Hi im a diffrent annon but im not here to guilt trip your or anything. But do you have any recommendations of other BATIM AU blogs that are like your batim blog?

mmmmmm i only kept up with like Two AUs and as far as i know both are over, but in case you haven’t heard of them and want to go read their backlogs:

Hell’s Studio - @doodledrawsthings

Super popular, arguably the most popular AU in the fandom? I wont say its similar to mine because that one came first and was a big inspiration in me making my AU blog in the first place asdfjkljlsdf. That’s the artists own art blog though, not a dedicated blog, so you’ll have to use the tags.

Drews Cartoons - @drews-cartoons

This one was ran by my friend frances! It’s pre-game, not an AU, but it’s also employee-focused. It’s a bit darker though, cuz. yknow. pre-game. but it’s Good so i am Plugging It Anyway

OH and this isn’t batim, but it started out as an AU before being its own blog which AFAIK is still going - @carnival-studios! this one is by my friend Zeph :0 not much content up yet but it’s a cool concept and shares the “living toons, employee-focused” themes mine had. go send him some questions so he can post more!

[lexi-pup]

Poppy is seriously adorable so I had to draw her and Lulu together. 

Lexi/Lulu - Me

Poppy - @ask-joeydrewstudios 

[soniccrazygal]

The Other Bendy pt 8

AN: So I’ve plotted out the rest of this story and there’s going to be two more chapters after this one and a short epilogue. ITT au is mine. @ask-joeydrewstudios belongs to @cozylittleartblog .

Chapter 8: 

"And you're sure this is safe?" Inky asked as he and Bendy peered around the corner of the hallway. "Humans are so fragile… you sure this won't hurt him?"

"I've things like this before, he'll be fine," Bendy assured, flashing Inky a confident smile. "There are plenty of pranks you can pull without hurting anyone. I'll be sure to teach you once we finish up here. But for now just trust me, this will be great!"

Inky was still a little skeptical but gave Bendy a nod. They ducked briefly out of sight as their target crossed the hallway towards his office. Once they were sure it was safe, they peeked out again, eagerly watching as Sammy Lawrence opened his office door.

"This is going to be good!" Bendy whispered in glee as the unsuspecting Sammy stepped inside, adjusting the stack of papers he was holding. A few seconds after Sammy disappeared through his door, he let out a loud shout of surprise and anger as the sound of a small explosion filled the hallway. A cloud of feathers came bursting out the doorway, soon followed by the irate music director. He was covered from head to toe in honey and feathers, some even coming out of his mouth as he coughed. He looked like a human chicken! The two toon demons giggled at the sight before eventually dissolving into full-on laughter, falling from their hiding spot onto the floor. Sammy's head snapped up at the sound and glared once he spotted the two devils.

"You two!" Sammy snarled, beginning to stalk toward them. Bendy immediately got a hold of himself as he noticed the furious director bearing down upon them.

"Now… we run…" Bendy said, still grinning as he rose to his feet. He took off down the hall, leaving a trail of dust behind him. Inky blinked as he looked at where Bendy used to be, before looking back at Sammy. The toon part of Inky knew he should be following after Bendy, but Inky wasn't just a toon. He was the Ink Demon and he didn't run from anyone. People ran from him!

Giving into instincts, Inky grew into his Ink Demon form. He got into a defensive stance and growled loudly, warning his so-called prophet to back off! Everyone within earshot froze in fear at the sound, instinctively turning towards the Ink Demon to see if he had chosen them as a target. Sammy, to his credit, only stumbled a few steps and paled for a moment before regaining his composure. The Ink Demon was just realizing what he'd done, but before he could shrink down and apologize, Sammy reached up and yanked him down by a horn, similar to how a parent would grab a misbehaving child by the ear.

"Don't you growl at me you brat!" Sammy yelled, glaring into the Ink Demon's face. For a creature with a permeant grin, the Ink Demon looked incredibly shocked. "You and that other little twerp are the ones that ruined my office and destroyed all the newest songs I had just created with your little stunt! So you are going to help me clean this mess up! Got it!"

As Sammy scolded the Ink Demon, the Ink Demon's grin became more genuine. When Sammy finally let go of his horn, he gave the music director a nod. With a flick of his wrist, the honey and feathers dissolved into ink and were reabsorbed into the Ink Demon's hand. Sammy blinked in surprise as he looked himself over, discovering he was completely spotless.

"Thanks," Sammy grudgingly complimented, looking back up at the Ink Demon. "Can you do the same thing to my office?"

The Ink Demon nodded and followed Sammy into his office as the rest of the workers returned to their tasks. The Ink Demon easily cleaned up all the honey and papers, though papers were still scattered about everywhere. Sammy began picking up the papers, pleased to see that all his work was safe. He gave the Ink Demon a satisfied nod, before focusing back on his work.

"There you are!" Bendy said, coming into the office and jumping onto the Ink Demon's back. The Ink Demon didn't even stumble at the sudden weight. "I was worried when you didn't follow me, but you seem to handle yourself pretty well. Wow… I never realized how tall this form was. I can almost touch the ceiling! Come on! We have to show Boris how tall you are! Onward!"

The Ink Demon chuckled at Bendy's antics as the toon climbed up onto his shoulders. The Ink Demon was still a bit nervous about people seeing him in this form, but he went along with Bendy and began to walking through the halls to search for the cartoon wolf. Those that came across the two were always startled at first, but they soon relaxed as they heard Bendy still chatting pleasantly and begging to Ink Demon to go faster. The Ink Demon would only chuckle at Bendy's requests and continued at his normal pace. (No matter how open-minded the workers were, the Ink Demon knew that the sight at him running would be too much and no doubt scare everyone they came across.)

After that, the Ink Demon slowly but surely became just as a common sight to see as Inky's toon form. Both the Ink Demon and the workers were wary of each other at first (especially the workers who had seen him like this when he first showed up), but with the toons encouragement, both sides began to relax around each other. Pranks also became more common, but no one (not even Sammy) could really be mad at the mischievous devils as Inky always cleaned up after they had their laughs. And seeing the grin on the Ink Demon's face becoming more and more genuine with each passing day, the workers couldn't help but be happy themselves.

[miss-moradas-art]

Design goes to @ask-joeydrewstudios

I love Sammy. So much it drew him my way.

[bendywackyadventures]

Escape to the City Chap.6

Tonight I decided to finish this story. Today was just a simple day, and I figured I spend it working on stories before going to bed. I am having a busy weekend along with a busy week next week, so I figured getting some stories done.

Enjoy!!

AU: @cozylittleartblog

Jenny skipped back to Damien’s hideout wearing her pink dress dancing and skipping around. It’s been a few days of practicing, but the time came for Jenny’s performance. Jenny knocked on the door of the base, but saw no one responded. The young girl was confused, and knocked on the door again.

“Its open!” Boris yelled. Jenny quickly opened the door and saw the toons and her brother having a conversation.

The toons and Damien faced Jenny, who was concerned over everyone’s mood.  Jenny looked at her brother and friends wondering what was going on? What were they talking about? “What’s wrong?” Jenny asked.

Bendy and Damien faced the young girl. “Jenny. Boris, Alice and I are going to be leaving soon. Right after your performance.” Bendy spoke up. Jenny’s expression changed into sadness.

Damien put his hands on his sister’s shoulder. “Jen, we talked about this the toons have to go after your show. They have a family too you know.”

“B-But. I thought you would change your mind. After all the fun we had last night.” Jenny added.

Damien frowned. “I did have fun, but you have to understand.”

The young girl didn’t want to understand and dashed off from the clubhouse. Damien and the toons rushed off to find Jenny before anything could happen to her. “Jenny, hold up!” Alice yelled. The group went after Jenny seeing her run into the street.

“Jenny!” Damien yelled.

The toons realized if the young girl wasn’t going to listen a car would hit her. Their fears came true as a garbage truck was coming her way. Not wanting to see her friend get hurt Alice pushed her out of the way, just seconds before the truck would hit the both of them.

“Jenny!” Damien yelled.

“Alice!” Bendy and Boris yelled.

The guys went over to the girls and saw they we’re all right. Except for the small tear in Jenny’s dress, she was okay. Alice slowly got up, with Boris helping her stand. Damien picked his sister up. “Jenny are you CRAZY?!” Damien yelled. Jenny flinched hearing her brother yell at her. “YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED!” He yelled.

Jenny didn’t speak and looked down with tears in her eyes. “I-I’m sorry brother. Its just I wanted to be with the toons forever.” She whispered. “All the fun we had before you ran off from mommy and daddy. I missed that.” She explained. Damien started to calm down feeling sympathetic. “I thought you might change your mind being with the toons, so I never thought of saying goodbye to them, and if they stay with us we could be a family together again.”

The toons felt like tearing up hearing the story. Damien felt bad, since he’s been a loner he’s missed out on the fun times with him and his family. He felt like he needed to take all the blame.

“Jen. I’m sorry that I left you, ma and pa behind. It’s just after what happened I wanted to be on my own. I didn’t know you missed me that much.”

“I did! A lot!”

The brother gave a small smile and hugged his sister tight. “Jen. Do you want me to come home?” Damien asked.

Jen pulled away looking at her brother in disbelief. “Y-You really wanna come back?” She asked. Damien nodded. Jenny gave a smile and hugged her brother tight. She was happy her brother was coming home. The toons we’re happy as well and gave the siblings a big hug.

DING DONG

The group looked up and saw the clock ring at 4:00 PM. “Oh no!” Jenny exclaimed. “The show will start in half an hour, but they weren’t near the theatre. “The show is going to start in half an hour!” Jenny yelled. She looked down and saw her dress was ripped, and was too far away from home to get it fixed. “And my dress is a mess!”

Bendy stopped the young girl’s complains. “Don’t worry Jenny, us toons can help ya!” Bendy exclaimed. The demon snapped his fingers as he and Alice went at full speed fixing up Jenny’s dress.

“There! Tada!” Alice beamed.

Jenny looked at her dress and smiled twirling around seeing her dress well as new. She laughed and giggled continuing to dance around.

Damien was flabbergasted over how quickly and magically they fixed his sister’s dress. “How did you?” Damien asked before being cut off.

“Toon logic.” Boris replied.

Damien shrugged in response and quickly rushed the group where the performance was held. Luckily, Boris and Bendy held hands with Damien and Jenny so they were able to go high speed to get to the theatre.

“Hey wait up!” Alice yelled. Swiftly she ran to catch up to her brothers. The angel wasn’t fast enough, but tried to catch up. They group finally made it to the theatre and saw one little boy performing.

Jenny sighed giving a smile, “Okay I won’t be up for a while.” She said.

Damien smiled. “Okay, get on out there!” He reassured. Jenny nodded and went to the back where the stage was. Damien smiled and saw two familiar people sitting down near the stage. He gave a frown seeing it was his parents.

The wolf toon looked at the young boy who looked down seeing the sight of his parents. Boris gave a smile and rubbed the young boy’s back. “Don’t be scared.” Boris whispered. Damien gave a small smile and entered inside the theatre. He slowly waked up to the isle his family was sitting at, holding his breath. He let it out slowly as he faced the row where his family sat. “Is this seat taken?” He asked.

The couple looked up and too their surprise it was their son. Damien’s mother, Ruth felt like crying seeing her little boy again. She cupped his cheek and smiled before giving him a tight hug. Damien chuckled and hugged his mother back.

Damien’s father, John smiled and hugged his son too. Their hug was interrupted when Jenny was announced on stage. The audience clapped seeing the young girl do a curtsy before sitting down in front of the piano and played her piece.

The audience, and the toons looking outside the window watched the young girl play her song. She played elegantly and gracefully with her fingers pressing on each key.

“She plays beautifully.” Alice commented.

“She sure does.” Bendy replied.

The young girl got done with her piece, got up from her seat and gave a bow. The crowd cheered and clapped giving Jenny a standing ovation. Jenny smiled and ran from the stage to hug her family, now full again.

“Come on let’s go home.” Bendy suggested as they walked away from the family reunion to get back to their family.

The toons ran back to the studio and decided to go up the window to their room. Boris went in first, and pulled Bendy and Alice in. They scurried to the couch, and snuggled in before anyone could hear them.

“Did you hear that?” Wally asked behind the door. The janitor walked into the room and opened the door. His eyes widen as he saw the toons back home sleeping on the couch. Wally ran as fast as his legs can take them yelling at the rest of the crew. “GUYS THEIR BACK! THEIR BACK!!!” He yelled, before slipping on a wet floor he cleaned earlier.

[omsrandom]

Neverland and Narnia

((So apparently @dreamnoteprincess and I had the same idea to write about @ask-joeydrewstudios‘s Poppy, who’s a precious girl.))

The first time she was just curious about where her Papa kept going.

“I don’t know -- I mean, she must have followed -- Look, I can take her home-,” Her Papa started, and the new man smiled, gently patting his shoulder.

“You’ve clearly had a long night. Since you generally stay out of peoples way and she seems to be well-behaved,” She let her chest puff out in pride, holding Papa’s tool in her mouth as she rubbed his knee. She was a Good Girl! “She can stay for today. Please do mind her in the future, though…”

As the other man, the one who said that she was a Good Girl, left, she grinned up at her Papa. “Aren’t I good?” she said, but like many other humans, he couldn’t understand. But that was ok.

It was ok because he was her Papa and he was always there for her.

The second time, Papa had forgotten his Important Toy Box and accidentally left the door open, but that was ok! It just meant she could go help him again! She really wanted to see those funny puppies again, especially the one who looked like her but walked like her Papa. Maybe he could teach her how to do that?

Shaking her head, she grabbed Papa’s Important-Do-Not-Chew Box (hopefully he wouldn’t be too mad at her) and bounded out the door, tail wagging as she raced through the streets of New York, kids laughing and petting her as she bounded by, going up the stairs of the studio and stopping at the door, setting the box down and squeezing her nose between the cracks, opening it enough for her to put her rump up to the door and grabbed the Box. bounding up into the Studio, past the nice ladies at the front desk, nose honed on her Papa.

He was going to be so proud of her!

The third visit was a surprise, and she was so happy that Papa was able to let her come back! With Nice Man’s approval, she let out an excited “Yes!” and bounded after the Taller her, grinning up at him as they skidded to a half in a hallway. “Friend good?”

“I’m good!” he answered. “Your name is Poppy, right?” At her nod (Wasn’t she such a Smart Girl?) the other-dog smiled. “I’m Boris. I’m really glad you aren’t like the others.”

“Others?” She asked, cocking her head. In response, he reached over and patted her head with the Best Pets.

“Like us,” he answered. “They aren’t very happy with me, my brother and sister.”

“But you are Best Friends!” she protested, and found herself in a warm hug that had her tail wagging. Boris-Best-Friend dropped to. all fours and had his chest to the floor, the universal sign causing pure, unbridled happiness filling her.

She’d love to Play with Boris-Best-Friend.

She was with Papa around the block when she dashed off, leaving him to chase her as she saw her second favorite human: Mama-Lacie. She was always so kind, and gave Good Pats, and she made Papa happy! She slipped between the woman’s legs and whisked around, panting up at her as she blinked at the golden dog before looking back behind here, where Papa was approaching.

“Aw, sweetie, did you miss me?” she finally said, shutting the door behind her, all three hearing the lock click into place as she stepped in. “I missed you too!” Poppy let out a whine before launching herself at Mama-Lacie, hearing Papa’s grumbles in the background. “I’ll bring her back when the job is finished Thom, don’t worry,” the man in question sighed, but nodded, and the two females shared a knowing but amused look. “C’mon girl. Let’s see what Ol’ Drew needs fixin’ now.”

Her last trip to the Good Place was the one she would consider The Worst.

She didn’t know how, but all she knew was that Papa was hurt, and that he needed her help. So she yelled and she yelled. She didn’t stop yelling until one of the neighbors slammed against the door, making it rattle enough to pop open.

She wasted no time running back to the Good-Not-So-Good Place, and as she reached there, she saw black ash spewing out of one of the windows, and panic filled her more. She knew her Papa was in there! Leaping forward, passed the men in odd fur, she raced through the open doors and into the building. Almost instantly, she heard him, above her, where the fire was. Not today, she wanted to snarl, but instead went to the stairs, and as she turned the last corner, there was Papa, trying to crawl under the smoke like she was.

“Papa!” She cried, shuffling towards him and grabbing his funny-fur. He stared at her in shock, but allowed her to drag him away, down the stairs and to the waiting crowd.

She couldn’t stop her sobs as she curled deeper under the bed, hearing the thunder shake and rattle the apartments. Why? Why did they have to leave? Why did he have to leave? Was Papa angry at her? He hadn’t been the same since she saved him from that awful hot-Good-Not-So-Good Place. Was that why he wasn’t around her anymore?

“Poppy, sweetie?” Mama-Lacie called out, peeking under the bed. “Oh, honey… I know… I know it hurts…” she looked… bad. Like Papa when he had nightmares and stayed up all night crying. “Thom… he’s in a better place, ok? He’ll be ok, I… I promise.”

“But I want Papa,” she whined, ears flat against her head. Lacie’s eyes softened and she sighed, kicking off her Extra-Paws (Not Chewies) and slid under the bed with her, engulfing the dog in a slightly wet hug.

“It’ll be ok sweetie… we’ll see him again.” Mama-Lacie was nice… And she was right. She had to be!

She’d see her Papa again and she knew this because he was always there for her.

((Alternatively known as “5 Times Poppy was in Joey Drew Studios and the 1 Time She Wasn’t”. I said it was fluff. I never said it would stay fluff.))

[miscmangos-wonderland]

I drew a Henry tea party... tho rubberhose is the only one drinking tea.

none of these henries are my designs.  from left to right we have: Toon Henry by @squigglydigglydoo

Rubberhose AU Henry by @yunisverse

Hell’s Studio Henry by @doodledrawsthings

HATIM by @thelostmoongazer

Buddy by @upperstories

2D Bendy Henry by @shinyzangointeracts 

and @ask-joeydrewstudios‘s Henry having an existential crisis

BONUS:

@askbodybuilderbendy a Buildy that just wants to have a fun tea party