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                              —- WELL HIYA ! Brand new BATIM MULTIMUSE comin’ to a theatre near you soon, folks ! Featurin’ old cast n’ new followin’ a wacky timeline open for entry & mapped out all nice n’ perdy on the blog — FLOWTHEINK is an independent & semi-selective rp blog for some of the colorful cartoon characters & staff from the current hit indie game BENDY & THE INK MACHINE .

Do ol’ Bendy a favor n’ get this post circulatin’ around so every Jim, Bob, & Joe that might catch their interest can see it ! Hit the little heart too if ya’d like — it’s fine by me ! Just know – episodes take time to make, so it’s a steady WORK IN PROGRESS — but don’t worry, it’s still open for business ! 

N’ remember — DREAMS DO COME TRUE !

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                              —- WELL HIYA ! Brand new BATIM MULTIMUSE comin’ to a theatre near you soon, folks ! Featurin’ old cast n’ new followin’ a wacky timeline open for entry & mapped out all nice n’ perdy on the blog — FLOWTHEINK is an independent & semi-selective rp blog for some of the colorful cartoon characters & staff from the current hit indie game BENDY & THE INK MACHINE .

Do ol’ Bendy a favor n’ get this post circulatin’ around so every Jim, Bob, & Joe that might catch their interest can see it ! Hit the little heart too if ya’d like — it’s fine by me ! Just know – episodes take time to make, so it’s a steady WORK IN PROGRESS — but don’t worry, it’s still open for business ! 

N’ remember — DREAMS DO COME TRUE !

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@gospelofdismay

mxmtoon | feelings are fatal

But opening up means trusting others and that’s just too much, I don’t want to bother.

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foreverfaulty:

Neither of his hues were showing, blinded by their own covers. A much deeper guilt sunk his heart, nearly shriveling it to nothing the more he thought about this permanent situation. His life, now he thought it wouldn’t matter, because Camilla’s was already gone, replaced by what may be Joey’s new toon, named Darla Dove.

However, his heart started to light up a red glow in his mind as he felt one, or two, or more kisses onto his wetting cheeks, a soft hand lifting up his chin, causing him to flow with the motion. His eyes to open up slightly, and stare at the new toon, his arms and hands themselves drooping to the wooden floor below him. Yes, yes he’ll listen. He trusted her after all. But…he couldn’t trust himself.

There was nothing to say during this thoughtful moment, through her weary voice, he could feel his heart beating, his breathing stuttering between each two breaths, and a few sniffles of forced down wails clogging his throat. At this point, he could barely breathe.

They were supposed to be normal, supposed to be together, forever in their lives. However, that dream of theirs had been taken away, just as his own dream of becoming a cartoon artist fulfilled, yet the wings of it burned from the burning greed, falling back down towards the shadows. This dream was sent from above yet was only a curse on its own.

A shaky hand was reach up to Darla’s cheek, slowly caressing the soft inky skin, and forces himself to lean up towards her.

[ Y-You’re wrong….You may not belong in the outside world anymore…but you will always, always be a part of my heart. I don’t care of he says. Or anyone in that matter. You’re not my puppet, but my star in the sky. I will always see that one star in the sky and imagine you there. Staring right back at me with whatever grace you have left. ]

Now both of his hands were on her cheek, holding her face there.

[ I’ll…I’ll leave here if that’s what made you more stable, more sure of my safety. But don’t think I won’t see you again. Because I love you, Darla Dove. And you will always be my Camilla Rivera… ]

What may be a…bad idea, but it was the only way he wanted to say goodbye. Much better than a hug. A slow, yet steady raise and he would softly connect his lips with hers, intertwining both the upper and lower portions with her own portions, his own cheeks showing a tint of red and brighter. He couldn’t breathe, he didn’t want to breathe. Unless this kiss would soon break away, he kept hold of his own air function until it was all over.

    DAMN IT HENRY ... damn you to hell , you’re even making her want to cry here ! It was something that came so naturally to a girl like Camilla with a heart too big & eyes that flowed like faucets , but her new life was meant to come with a new strength --- she wasn’t supposed to be weak anymore , she ---

     she wasn’t supposed to LOVE him anymore , but she DOES !

     she was obedient -- Darla didn’t try to move or jerk away from the ‘creator’ as he put his palms to her face , as fingers tangled into surprisingly fluffy locks & his words poured out to both ease her mind & swell her heart . this was what she wanted -- for him to leave , for him to live -- but she couldn’t DENY how much it hurt to think about . the dove felt ALONE here , she was afraid --- but she couldn’t let him know , he’d never LEAVE if he knew .

     but then --- he moved closer . 

     eyes widened & the bridal dove’s breathing stopped , realization only set in once it was too late -- 

     a tint of gray was all there was to match his own bright red blush , those same four-fingered hands moving down to his chest , kneading into the fabric of his shirt just to take an eventual tight hold of the collar . she wouldn’t open her eyes & she wouldn’t pull away --- she knew when this would end he’d leave her , that she’d be ALONE again ... but at least ... at least she won’t be forgotten .

     his warmth was welcoming to the toon , his lips were soft and his intentions pure --- & yet it was only there to cruelly tempt her , to sway her into the sin of greed ; to coax selfishness out of her heart and DEMAND that he stay with her -- that he DIE like her !

     ...but she doesn’t care about herself enough anymore to . 

     no , she’s dead -- and he’s alive .

     to save them both from their own desires ( & from choking -- jesus you two , you could of taken a break for air in between rather than push to your limits ! ) she pulled away -- a soft panting , gaze cast downwards & an all-too-familiar shyness to her entire visage . the tears were finally there to sting at the corners of her eyes , viscous & black just as her blood , threatening to fall at any moment ...

     & then , in a sudden burst , she’d cry --- throw herself into his arms & wrap her own around his waist , bury her head into his chest and weep words of love . most muffled , incoherent , impossible to understand -- she was a sniveling mess , but good-bye was HARD .      be safe , i love you , please come back , don’t die , be happy ---  just a few of her requests , though many weighed heavy on her heart .

      ‘ I-I love you , Mr. Henry ! ’

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my boy // billie eilish

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RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS SALAD, HENRY

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foreverfaulty:

[ Promise…? ]

‘ I promise…from the bottom of my heart…that I won’t step into this studio ever again. And I promise to move the both of us out of this town, and away from this curse, forever. ‘ ‘ I promise. ‘

Just thinking about that sort of thing made his own lips quiver. Was he feminine? No..he was…pathetic. Soft, too damn passive. How could he promise something from the bottom of his heart, from his eskimo kiss and with loving phrases, to help prevent something that would…happen again?

[ I wasn’t allowed to find out? To find out about why you’re missing and what’s making my heart so…so…strong? As ignorant as I already am, I had to come back! ]

Tears leaked from his eye lids as he fallen to his knees, gripping Darla’s hand and gave an understandable, yet loud wail, unleashing every single word he’s got.

[ Camilla I’m tired! I’m tired of being so damn ignorant!! Defenseless and useless! Staying away would make me lose the ties to the people I cared about..! I may had broken our promise but  I-I can’t help but to see you! To find you! I-I looked for you…I looked everywhere for you- because I love you too much to move on! ]

Sniffle. Heavy non-verbal wailing. Until he mustered up more words.

[ And death wasn’t something I could help keep you away from. I-I failed you..! Exactly the same way I couldn’t protect the staff…the staff I connected well with too.

…I’m sorry… ]

Now he can’t leave here.

    As he lowered to his knees & took her hands --- the grief finally began to set in . He ... blamed himself -- for her own recklessness , for her death ...  for not getting her out of this town sooner ; he blames himself ! how could she live with that  ?

    ... live her ... unlife , that is . she doesn’t consider herself ‘ living ’ anymore -- even if something beats within her chest , the pain of death weighs too heavily in her mind . her hands are white , her hair gray -- and her blood ink .

    ‘ It’s not you fault ... please , don’t blame yourself ... my heart can’t take that . ’

    Nor could it take those three words he had the nerve to speak to her -- a monstrosity , an unnatural being , a ... ‘ toon ’ . Those words gave her empty hope -- she was dead , and with her death their LIFE together was gone . Their hope , their future , their dreams ...  they all died with her , didn’t they ? She thought they did, until he came back . . .     ( Of course, the situation could be remedied if Henry met a similar fate -- but she’d never allow such a thing , not in this studio ... not with the ink demon present. He’d never survive as a toon -- acetone would take him away from her . . . )

    She, too, after a moment to process would lower to her knees --- intertwine their fingers just to break their connection away seconds later , move now-freed gloves to each side of his face and lean close to pepper light kisses to his tears . she’s cold , cold to the touch -- but her affections are feather light , & her consoling whispers were only for him to hear.

     ‘ Shh ... it’ll... it’ll be okay , it’ll be okay . I... I’m sorry . I’m sorry ... b-but you have to listen to me . ’

     She’d move her right hand down -- under his chin , lift his head up to stare into pie-cut hues. They’re no gateway to her soul -- a mockery of the pale blues she once adorned, accented by lashes that gave her this uncharacteristically fierce look . Once meek & timid --  but death ... death changed her, Joey’s CONCEPTS changed her ! She was brave, she was... she was witty , sharp-tongued ... angry --- but most of all , she was confident . It’s what DARLA DOVE is ---  but what Henry sees in this moment is the contrast of CAMILLA RIVERA , the stuttering -- anxiety-riddled mess of a cursed woman he managed to FALL FOR.

    ‘ Life’s ... been cruel to us . I know ... I k-know how much it hurts , everything was perfect and now it’s been ripped away . I share your grief ... I-I ... share your love --- and t-that’s why... that’s why i don’t want to see you die too ! ’

      ‘ Don’t get me wrong, Henry -- I truly w-wanted to be with you , to have a future with you , I m-mean it ! I-I thought one day we’d get married and live the american dream , t-that i’d be the picture perfect house-wife you deserved ... i’d kiss your cheek and welcome you home from your hard days at work , hold you close at night & have coffee with you in the mornings, the whole nine !  I... I-I thought we could be normal like that, that... that we could be happy --- I wanted it more than anything ... and n-now ... now i’ve ruined it all , Joey ruined it all ! E-Even if you leave with me now , i-it... it won’t be the same , it won’t be right . I don’t belong in the world anymore -- I don’t... belong in your heart anymore . I’m Camilla in mind but not in body , t-to everyone but you ... i’m a freakshow . I’m not human . You deserve BETTER than this ... ! ’

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foreverfaulty:

Not one, but both dark brown hues started to tremble as the confession was stirring around the poor old man’s mind. Quickly through the lies it came, and suddenly, it became true.

A fated lover was missing, for one, two, three weeks, and the man’s heart was nearly in control, aching him, forcing him to return to the studio he solely promised to stay away from. It hurts. It hurts from the inside out, and another truth made his hand clench his chest, towards having a heart attack. But in reality- he heart is already being attacked.

[ It…It can’t be true…isn’t it? J-Joey k-killed you…? Camilla…? A-And still lied to me…? Keeping everything from me so I wouldn’t find out? ]

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          ------ she didn’t want him to find out . she never learned from her mistakes, she never learned from EDWARD’S mistakes ! She kept her death concealed , she WISHED he wouldn’t return -- & once that accursed Bendy blabbed of her past , their fates were SEALED.

      ‘ You wern’t supposed to know -- you were supposed to move on , to be happy ! To forget about me ! ’

      ‘ You PROMISED me ... you PROMISED , no matter WHAT ... you’d NEVER come back here ! W-Why... why did you return ? ! You broke our promise Henry, y-you--- you broke it --- ! ’

      Denial, shock, whatever it was --- it tore this accursed heart of ink in two ; it’s monotonous beating ringing in her head , white noise obscuring her mind ! make it stop , make it stop , make it stop -----

      ‘  You didn’t deserve to share my curse nor my pain --- you don’t DESERVE to share my fate ! I knew... I knew if I told you you’d come back here , just as I know you’ll DIE if you overstay your welcome. You have to LEAVE . ’

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And that explanation strikes Henry back, causing him to look back at her, his eyes widened with surprise. It was something he wanted to believe himself. Be normal. Charles took that away, but at least he was still humane. Oreo, Blair..and the others, they were proven more correct than before. He was a monster. 

“I don’t…have to use it? B-But what happens if I end up doing so? A-Accidentally-”

Their dream, heals the wound from around his neck, where the syringe had injected and took away his humanity. He could almost feel it, as he touched that same area on himself, a look of hope but also despair, confusion swept across his face.

“L-Leaving the town behind…leaving Blight, and Joey, those Searchers…everyone that caused us harm…behind? Just..leaving..We can do that.. We can definitely leave this town behind. It’s..caused us enough harm anyways.”

He sounded like he wanted to do something else, but what else was there to do? To make him feel whole again? Could it be…oh no… “Can I..stay here…? For at least a little longer, Camilla? I..want to do something. I can do something now..”

    The weight lifted off her shoulders once he repeated her plan back was noteworthy -- in fact , everything about her just seemed to brighten up in that very moment he agreed to it ! It was a beautiful dream , wasn’t it ? Sure --- Camilla would ... be leaving her parents behind , but it’s high-time she moved out anyways considering her age ! The only roadblock she can think of would be her son’s protest , but if she explains things to him --- surely, Damian will understand and cooperate , even if it means leaving his friends .

     ( The scenario she doesn’t want to dwell on is Charles hurting her parents in order to get to her , but she won’t ignore it’s possibility. )

    But --- then she found herself falling back into melancholy . Stay ... here ? For ... how long ? As long as they’re in this town they’re vulnerable --- what could be so important it’s worth risking their safety ?

     Luckily from Henry , Camilla isn’t one to protest another --- especially when she trusts them , & she has every reason in the world to confide in the (ex) animator at this point . 

    “O...Of course you can, Henry --- but ... c-could I know what that something is ? I-It’s okay if not , i’m just.... h-hoping you’re not p-planning on anything stupid .”

     “No offense --- but you’re pretty reckless at times . H-Heheh ...”

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The smile turned upside down, straight into a frown. How long..was he gone? When did Charles visit Camilla? How did Charles even know where she lived? Oh the sanity is slipping so bad Henry has the feeling the strangle the man.

“Well Charles was mistaking. He’s trying to bring you down just like Blight did. Still can’t get that out of my mind…” A rushed reply, but quickly followed with an elaborate explanation. “Charles..I thought he was going to kill me too, but instead, he had his partner or something, Micolash inject some odd serum in me, which changed me in entirety. Now he’s calling me the new god of this world. I still don’t believe it but..”

“I feel powerful as shit. Like I can do anything that I used to not be able to.” Now he was clenching his hands, breathing heavily before looking at Camilla’s hand, softly wrapping his own over hers. “I didn’t mean to worry you, and scare you. Just when we were about to leave, he knocked me out and took me back to his place. After the experiment, I managed to get out. And now…I just want to be normal again. Not have these powers, and this look. It’s not me anymore.” Now he glances to the side, feeling guilty, “At least he had the mercy to have me keep most of my mind. My sanity.”

     His explanation hit her & it hit her hard --- this sounded preposterous , like some elaborate hoax or a horror movie script , un-rooted from reality & instead pulled from some mad-man’s fantasy realm . The new God of this world ? Camilla... she’s never once believed in a God , but that was a title that BLIGHT gave himself --- a title she’s learned to fear .

    ‘ Oh H-Henry ... I... I’m so sorry , I can’t begin to imagine --- ’

      For a moment , he looked angry --- & it scared her worse than she already was , knocked her into a quick silence only signaled by the slightest squeak of her voice . Maybe Henry really was dead ? Maybe it was just like BLIGHT ? A being with Henry’s memories and emotions , but a monster through & through ---

      ... but then he took her hand .

      No , he’s far too gentle to not be Henry --- it was a touch that made her hesitate & the words that followed softened her heart . This was a different circumstance -- a different man , one she didn’t believe to be well-masked lie . ( not yet , anyways . )

     ‘ T-Then ... BE normal ! Even ... if you have power now you don’t have to use it -- a-and we c-can ... we can do what you said , we can leave this town -- g-go somewhere that Blight nor Charles or Micol-lash can find us and be normal . You’re still you even if you don’t feel like it & i-i’m... still me . We’re not lose causes y-yet . ’

     ‘ A-And ... who cares if you s-scared or worried me ... ? You h-had no control over what happened ! I-I’m just ... ’ Her words trailed off & her frown became more apparent ; that look of guilt he wore was killing her -- & even more-so when she realized there wasn’t anything she could really do to help the main problem .

     Despite how much she wanted to cry -- she was able to keep herself together for his sake ; tears wouldn’t fix what that man had broken , but giving Henry hope would be the best remedy she -- as a simple human -- could offer. 

     ‘ I’m just happy you’re a-alive . ’      ( I thought I was alone . )

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Tired, exhausted of having this form, Henry would look down at the bag he filled with black hair dye(or was it ink?). Yes it’s been more than a few days since his disappearance, but with the way he looks, right now, would anyone recognize him?

His head perked up when his name was called, and hew ould glance towards the source of the call and see…oh god..Camilla. A long stare wasn’t purposely provoked, but what did happen afterwards, was him glancing back down at the bag, before looking back up at Camilla, a nervous smile appearing on his face.

“C-Camilla..? I-I know you may not believe me at first but..it’s me…Henry Dobbs.”

    The closer she got to him --- the further in denial she became . His hair -- it was wrong , his face was off, his body of different structure --- this... this was a demon . She’s SURE of it --- she’s seen enough of them in these past few weeks to know even the most fleeting inhuman qualities when she sees them .

     & yet ... he knows her name ? HE CONFIRMS HIS NAME ? No , no no no --- it can’t be, it CAN’T ---

      ‘ How .... H-How are you h-here ? ’ A simple question asked in a simple manner ; one of the woman’s hands reaching out to touch the animator’s shoulder & slide slowly down his arm . He was there --- not a ghost , not a dream ; ‘Henry’ was physical ... & Henry seemed dead .

      ‘H-He killed you ... that old man , he told me that he kidnapped you --- a-and that he was g-going to kill you .’

       Don’t be a lie , don’t be a trick ---  please , don’t do this -- her heart wouldn’t be able to take it . She’s done with demons emotionally manipulating her , she’s done with being bullied .

     ‘ ...What the hell did he do to you ?’

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             NO HELP -- after absolutely no help from the police nor her family, let alone her friends ( wait --- she had those ? ) Camilla was despondent & despairing, ritually returning back to the animators home with this falsely built hope that... maybe he'll... just come back , that he'll escape , that someone... will /help/ him escape that demon like he helped her. 

                    She wouldn't of done this but a few more times, but --- today she saw someone -- and perhaps it was her grief that blinded her, but she could of sworn ----

                   ‘ ...Mr H-Henry ? ’

                   Dear God, please ---        /// @versionisms

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Kinda just peeks in and slowly gives camilla a hug. This is a mess.

    the hug is accepted & quickly turned into a snug — a tight one too ; she’s not letting go of her precious ink baby anytime soon . 

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Charles was quiet throughout the session, he was growing tired of this, and soon his charade came to end. He revealed his sinister grin, his rather emotionless stare, and all the feelings that made him truly what he is, evil.

“Camilla, it was fun chatting with you, and by that I mean lying to your very face. I know where Henry is, I’m the one who kidnapped him, and soon he will be Henry no more…”

He got up from the chair, many eyes opens on his coat, staring at the scared and possibly now terrified woman. He wasn’t human, he was something much more, and soon enough he slowly vanished into a thick smog. 

Charles had no use for the woman, so instead he decided to spare her, even he had limitations…

    HER CUP crashed to the floor -- tea spilling at their feet & soaking into her shoes , a step away taken ; his words were quick to be processed . what was the point of this ? of stringing her along ? of making her feel like a fool ? of showing his true self ?

    no , she was wrong . how stupid she was to think --- to think she could have a NORMAL life with Henry --- that she could be happy . of course there were more demons ! was there some satanic bounty on her head ? had joey set a curse to make their remaining days a living hell ?!

    those eyes --- those DAMN EYES pierce her very soul & knocks her heart still , breathing ragged & unstable -- more backing away , AWAY & AWAY until she hits the nearest wall .

     she hates him . she hates him . SHE HATES HIM , SHE HATES HIM , S H E  H A T E S  H I M !

      what did he do to Henry --- WHAT DID HE DO !? grief COMPELS her to pounce at the fog --- to try and GRAB whatever was gone and wring it’s fucking NECK for hurting her friend . she’ll kill them ALL ---  these fucking demons , she’ll KILL THEM ALL !

       . . . but before that , she needs to find him -- & she needs to find HENRY before he’s ‘no more’ . she won’t let another demon take her happiness away , not again .

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“Tea would be nice, any kind doesn’t matter, anything’s good for me. Anyways, so you’re telling me he went to this studio for some personal reasons…. and then he went missing? Hmmm… Madam, I fear that foul play could be involved…”

He’d get out a little notepad and a pen, writing everything down, but really he was writing nothing….. He’ll keep this charade going until the time to strike upon this poor widow is near.

In any rate, he kept his authorial tone to an maximum, and glanced at her once in a while as he listens to her ‘stories’.

    when he answered Camilla gave a nod --- slipping quietly into the kitchen to get the tea pitcher from the fridge & pour them each a glass in what should of been a seamless courtesy .

    if one was watching they’d see that her hands were shaking rather violently thanks to his words , so much so that she spilled a good amount of the drink all over the counter tops and had to get a rag to wipe them down . would foul play confirm it was Blight ? she knew if the ink demon was the one who had her dear friend he was certainly dead ; just like all the hope he had given her & all the will to exist .

    ‘ h-he ... he has enemies . ’ she’d stutter , walking over with her head down & offering him a promised glass. ‘ i d-don’t know if he’s alive b-but ... j-joey drew ... j-joey drew surely wants us both dead . a-also ... ’

     no , no --- she CAN’T speak that demon’s name ! he’ll think she’s mad, a loon -- she can never confide in another soul the THINGS she saw -- the HORRORS she endured ! Camilla Rivera before Henry Dobbs was the PROMISED BRIDE to a demon from hell -- a DEMON that JOEY DREW.

     ‘ ... Edward Kinney may a-also of wanted to hurt Henry , o... out of... jealousy . He’s... an ex of mine , and... an ex-convict . ’ an empty truth , but the only truth she could give .