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that's right i will incorporate that into my worldview

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Atrium? There was no atrium in the studios. Was this person new? If only they weren't precisely in his territory, then maybe he would have lent a helping hand.

But that wasn't the reality of things, and there was an intruder in the sepia-toned walls of his stage. He takes a few quiet steps before pausing again, to get a clearer view of his target.

He lets his ink flow, taking him behind the intruder in seconds. With no time to spare, he swings his axe!

In an insane turn off other worldly hyjinxs the Daycare Attendant of the superstar daycare has arrive in the studio's second floor down, next to a banjo and a voice recording

Starshine just stands up though she is a bit tall for the studio being 9ft tall and a robot.

"Where am I?" ~ @starshine-daycareattendent (I need new rp icons for her ;-; ~ Lil)

Sammy was patrolling the department when he heard a voice. No voice aside his own should have been in the area, much less near the stage. For someone to get so far into his department without detection, they must have had some sort of ability.

He quietly makes his way to the entrance of the stage viewing area and hides himself. The voice seemed to be confused, which could work to his advantage. He grips his axe tightly as he waits for the intruder to make their move, hoping the element of surprise is on his side alone.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  how could you do that? i thought we were friends!  ❜ ❛  the world would be a better place without you in it.  ❜ ❛  don't even think about trying to beg for forgiveness.  ❜ ❛  do you have any idea how much harm you've caused?  ❜ ❛  i don't ever want to see your face again!  ❜ ❛  i promise you i'm going to make your life a living hell.  ❜ ❛  the others may be able to ignore the past, but i surely won't.  ❜ ❛  if you ever hurt them, i swear, i won't hesitate to punch you.  ❜ ❛  don't even try and act friendly with me.  ❜ ❛  that's not a threat. it's a promise.  ❜ ❛  i'm not the same helpless little girl i used to be. now i can finally defend myself against you.  ❜ ❛  you lay one hand on me and it'll be the last thing you ever do.  ❜ ❛  it's about time you finally get what's been coming to you for years.  ❜ ❛  actually, you're not as bad as people say. you are so much worse.  ❜ ❛  tell me one good reason why i should believe anything you say.  ❜ ❛  oh look, it's the useless one again.  ❜ ❛  i'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance.  ❜ ❛  how anyone can stand being in the same room as you is beyond me.  ❜ ❛  that's a low blow. even for you.  ❜ ❛  unless you want to end up with my fist in your face, i'd rather shut my mouth.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could be there when you finally get what's coming to you.  ❜ ❛  i wish you'd never been born!  ❜ ❛  fuck you! this is all your fault!  ❜ ❛  have you lost your mind?!  ❜ ❛  you betrayed us and still you think you can think you can just waltz back in here like nothing ever happened?  ❜ ❛  no! i've had enough with you. go to hell!  ❜ ❛  i want you to go and never come back. and if you do, i promise you'll regret it.  ❜ ❛  do you have another clever idea to get us killed?  ❜ ❛  name one good reason why i shouldn't hurt you right now.  ❜ ❛  next time we see each other i won't be so nice.  ❜ ❛  is this supposed to scare me?  ❜ ❛  i can't believe i ever trusted you ...  ❜ ❛  you should have killed me when you had the chance.  ❜ ❛  come any closer and you'll regret it.  ❜ ❛  you may win this time ... but i will get my revenge sooner or later.  ❜ ❛  are you threatening me?  ❜ ❛  and you can go to hell for all i care.  ❜ ❛  lay one hand on them and i'll make sure you won't ever be able to lay a hand on anyone ever again.  ❜ ❛  i'm not your friend! i never was, i never will be.  ❜ ❛  i'll make you regret the day you were born.  ❜

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The question was innocent enough, yet Sammy found himself unable to answer immediately. Calling others 'sheep' was like a reflex— it simply felt right. How do you explain what comes as naturally as the beat to the drummer?

It took him a minute or two to put a response together. His hand fixed his suspenders needlessly as he replied, "Well, we haven't exactly exchanged names yet, have we?" He could have feigned confidence, but he felt more like he was convincing himself of the answer than his visitor.

It only felt appropriate for him to start the introductions.

"I call myself Sammy. What about...."

His voice faded as he found himself studying the man's features. Something stirred in the dark recesses of his memory, a feeling of familiarity.

"Do I... know you? Or, did I once?"

@hymnsofink asked: "you're gonna have to be more specific." for Henry?

“ALL RIGHT.” Sighing softly, Henry loosened his grip on the pipe, letting it fall limp at his side. “Look, I… I don’t even really know what I’m doing here. All I know is… I’m not here to HURT ANYONE. I just want to go home.”

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In an insane turn off other worldly hyjinxs the Daycare Attendant of the superstar daycare has arrive in the studio's second floor down, next to a banjo and a voice recording

Starshine just stands up though she is a bit tall for the studio being 9ft tall and a robot.

"Where am I?" ~ @starshine-daycareattendent (I need new rp icons for her ;-; ~ Lil)

Sammy was patrolling the department when he heard a voice. No voice aside his own should have been in the area, much less near the stage. For someone to get so far into his department without detection, they must have had some sort of ability.

He quietly makes his way to the entrance of the stage viewing area and hides himself. The voice seemed to be confused, which could work to his advantage. He grips his axe tightly as he waits for the intruder to make their move, hoping the element of surprise is on his side alone.

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Sammy nodded his head to return the smile, and shook the man's hand. "Wonderful! If you'll follow me, I can guide you there," he said. He took an inky step forward. "We can speak peacefully there, I assure you."

One might expect the squelch of ink from Sammy's footsteps, but his footfalls were rather quiet. He moved at a moderate pace, traversing the corridors with ease. He knew this floor well, every corner and every yellowed wall, a sign of his time spent within the studio. Sammy took care to look behind him every so often, to make sure his new sheep wouldn't fall too far behind. After the short walk, the entrance to the music department came into view.

"Ah, here we are. Few conscious creatures pass through these walls without my permission," he said as he leaned his axe against the front sign. He rolled his shoulders, growing more at ease. "You'll be safe here, sheep."

@hymnsofink asked: "you're gonna have to be more specific." for Henry?

“ALL RIGHT.” Sighing softly, Henry loosened his grip on the pipe, letting it fall limp at his side. “Look, I… I don’t even really know what I’m doing here. All I know is… I’m not here to HURT ANYONE. I just want to go home.”

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❝ It’s a funny thing… how so much can FALL APART so fast. ❞

a low activity, selective, mutuals only multimuse rp blog for various characters from bendy and the ink machine. penned by allison.

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Sounds like you are in trouble, Sammy.

"I pray that I am not, dear sheep. I don't know what I would do with myself if I truly angered the Lord of the Dark Puddles."

Sure, his deepest fear was to die by his Savior's inky hand, but above that would be disappointing him. The ink demon is who he looks to for guidance, for love, for answers. If he lost that... well there isn't much left for him, is there?

"I suppose I would need to repent. Yes, that's it...."

// He's very dramatic devoted, isn't he?

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"i'm running out of patience for this."

The self-styled prophet immediately turns at the statement, jaw agape beneath the mask of his idol. His lord in his midst? His lord... out of patience? For what reason? He quickly takes a glance behind himself at his Sanctuary, desperately looking for some hint, some explanation.

His summoning circle had been used plenty a time, though a fresh coat of ink might do it well. What about his collection of cutouts? He had just retrieved a new one an hour ago, and was planning to set up a shrine of some sort to display some. Did he not have enough? His gaze went to the corner he preaches from when offering sacrifices. It had been a week since his last offering. Perhaps that was it!

The fanatic bows his head to the ink demon. "My Lord, my apologies for whatever I must have done. Is it that I have not offered a tribute yet this week?" He clasps his hands as he cries, "I promise I can bring one if that is the case! No, I can bring two or more! However many it takes to prove my devotion to you!"

What if he is not satisfied? Had he let his savior down? The zealot's legs shake as he drops to his knees.

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I just noticed the Allison Pendle relationship was unfinished. My bad! It's fixed now!

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Home? A cold laugh rang through the almost-empty hall. "Oh you poor sheep," Sammy said, "Nobody has ever left this place, at least not in many years." He might have thought the man was joking had he not sounded so tired, so desperate.

Sammy's hold on his axe relaxed. He swung it upwards to lean the weapon against his shoulder. "If your home is outside these inky walls, the most anyone here can tell you is the way to the surface," Sammy admitted. Why anyone would want to leave his Lord's watchful gaze, he could not begin to imagine. Yet this wanderer was intelligent enough to reason with, and was vulnerable— emotionally at least. He hadn't forgotten about the pipe the man was holding. Perhaps this sheep could still be saved.

He outstretched an inky hand, "However, I can give refuge, if that will suffice."

@hymnsofink asked: "you're gonna have to be more specific." for Henry?

“ALL RIGHT.” Sighing softly, Henry loosened his grip on the pipe, letting it fall limp at his side. “Look, I… I don’t even really know what I’m doing here. All I know is… I’m not here to HURT ANYONE. I just want to go home.”

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I have reply images but how limited they are (in number and emotional range), I might decide to use them more sparingly in responses.

Maybe I can draw some to have more variety at some point.

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oohooohoh ashessss ashesss dust to dusttt the devil's afterrr both my nuts

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THINGS MY FRIENDS' MUSES HAVE SAID *  assorted dialogue written by my talented mutuals, adjust as necessary

you are stronger than you think.

there's so much you don't know.

sorry to unload this on you. i just don't get to talk about this much.

i'm sorry for misleading you.

you ought to know that. someone ought to tell you.

you really don't tire of this, do you?

i'm running out of patience for this.

you don't owe me anything. i don't think any of us should owe each other anything.

it's... hard to explain, actually.

sorry for waking you.

the opportunity was just too good to pass up.

i know you're just being nice.

i'll take the blame for this.

you're unbearably ridiculous.

i'm leaving after i get my coat.

quit your grinning.

what if we stayed up later tonight?

i'm still figuring it out myself.

you know i'm just gonna keep asking.

i spilled coffee all over not one, but two shirts.

as treacherous as i thought it might be, this journey has been rather... well. interesting, to say the least.

where did you learn to dance?

why the sudden declaration? you're not leaving me, are you?

maybe we should head back to camp.

the stars looked too pretty last night. i couldn't sleep inside my tent.

i love you. i care about you... but you're scaring me.

i hope you don't think you're going to lure me into your bed after a few charming words.

aren't you supposed to offer your assistance with stuff like this?

maybe you could help me from time to time.

you're a heck of a lot cuter than me.

i'm open to suggestions.

what was that for?

you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to.

why the stubbornness?

there's nights i don't sleep easily.

i'll see you at sunrise.

guess it's a good thing you haven't heard.

been a while since i told anyone about that.

what a damn shame i didn't bring a rose.

you're gonna have to be more specific.

i do live to make your life absolutely awful.

wait for me. promise you will.

i'll keep it safe. i promise.

you don't need to say it.

i'm not a bloody mind reader.

haven't you heard?

i know better than to tell you to stay behind.

you can say no. i won't be mad.

you're even sweeter than i remember.

i would have been even happier if i saw you more often.

honestly, i want to get inside before i start to turn blue.

hope you like meatballs.

not being kind. just being honest.

i'm taking us somewhere sandy.

you'll have to hold onto me for a while.

i want to catch up on my reading.

i'm in trouble. it's really bad.

the guest bedroom is all yours.

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BORN TO FORGET

WORLD IS A BLUR

I Am Memory Issues Man

410,757,864,530 FORGOTTEN PRECIOUS MEMORIES

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Sammy was re-arranging his cut-outs of the ink demon, talking to himself about something or other when he heard solid footsteps in the ink. He pauses, snapped out of his previous thought, then goes to reach for his axe. Not many had solid feet, best to be careful.

He's cautious at the voice. Had he been more attentive, he could have spotted who it belonged to earlier. His sanctuary was his space, besides the words weren't very polite.

He rounds the wall to see his intruder. That face... maybe... maybe this is a visitor.

"It's not nice for a sheep to drop in unannounced, but perhaps I can let it slide for a lost member of the herd."

a small starter for @hymnsofink ! // henry & sammy ~~~

Henry knew something was coming. There always was — around any corner, hiding behind any doorway. The only moments of peace were at the very beginning, and even then there was always the lingering feeling of being watched.

He’d grown to anticipate some of it, over time. Loop beats he couldn’t forget, or the odd detail that never quite left his memory. Quite a lot went forgotten, between trials— that was part of its design. But some things, he remembered. One couldn’t go through the same thing, line for line, hundreds of times, and not begin to remember.

— Even so, he almost jumped when that new presence arrived. One of the first presences, if he recalled correctly. Ink sloshed about at his feet as he walked closer, initial surprise quickly settling back down.

“ … If you don’t want people going into your sanctuary, you probably shouldn’t leave the code lying around. ”

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The psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness