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                                                                              @drewgod ♥’d Starter call !

                                  “ I’m getting a drink before a head home tonight, do you want to join me ? “ 

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                                                                                            @curioosity ♥’d Starter call ! 

                                  “ Don’t tell Drew, but I think its funny to draw Bendy in a tutu. “

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                                                                                   @inkgrin ♥’d Starter call !

                          “I know I had more bottles of ink... I wonder who could be responsible for this shortage. “

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                                                                        @lowit ♥’d Starter call !

                   “ So ... tell me again.. What character do you play? “

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Starter call ♥ 

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drewgod:

“ Well that’s just the ol’ animation studio experience – Nothin’ beats being surrounded by the team as you work among yourselves. Adds to the ambience, I’d say! ”

The pat bestowed upon Henry’s shoulder is intended to be friendly, but it reeks of false reassurance.

“ You’ll survive until we roll in some more dough. And we can’t do that unless you’re taking care of those key frames. ”

               “ I suppose that’s true . . . “ 

              A clasp on his shoulder set some reassurance into his chest.               A deep breath eyes fixed on the papers below him, their blank pages beckoning him to create. 

              “ I’ll do my best Mr. Drew. I hope I do well here ! I like it here. “ 

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drewgod:

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“ Now let’s not be hasty, pally – The set up’s only temporary! ”

“ It may be temporary but - Please see if we can get a space in the actual artist offices for me...       Its a tad hard to think while I can hear the rest off the office bussling and bumping ! “

         “ Please. “

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joey and henry: argue

everyone in the studio:

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Hanry skipped through the empty halls of the underground studio, joyfully SMASHING through each and EVERY cutout of his BELOVD creation. He swung himself through the door way to the stairwell as boris shook in FEAR behind him. 

“COME OUT COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE !!” hE YODELED. 

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“ MY WHAT ? “ 

Heya, Henry, can I borrow ya Penis? @inkheld

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When you cough and your son checks on you

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Rounded the corner and……… um…. Bendy hey buddy… I know you’re blind as a bat but…. 

That’s a door…

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This Stream is to be titled: HENRY HAS A DEATHWISH 

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he run

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flowtheink:

the thrill of the chase was long gone — for now , it was but a monotonous hassle  . how much longer would henry evade him – carrying out the “angel’s” tasks ? all of which proved themselves harmless at face value until the most … recent …

does he not understand ? or — perhaps he does , perhaps he KNOWS that his beloved creation is BLIND & his cutouts served as his eyes ?  it’s how he hears everything , KNOWS EVERYTHING — he’s omnipotent as a God SHOULD be …

& this sacred LORD … well , let’s just say the corruption spreading over the walls didn’t signify a dancing demon looking for a friendly chat with his ‘dad’ of sorts , that much is for sure .

destroying those cutouts not only threaten his divinity, but handicap him in his own territory ! he won’t stand for it , he’s SICK of being hurt ——— this is the cruelty of mankind , & yet they dare label HIM the MONS—

“ I have to fix this… ”

 …. ter ?

even now as he hobbled down the halls he felt his anger simmer into confusion . the sights he could see , the noises he could hear … the all were of henry … doing something so … so damn ODD . was he REPAIRING his cutouts ? the hell is his deal ? did — NO , to hell with that ! it’s too LATE for regrets ! he can only make up for his crimes with his LIFE ! he’ll damn him to hell, HE’LL—

     ⚝  ✒ ⚝  — ‘ so … betrayin’ me… wasn’t ENOUGH ….      ya’ gotta … back-stab ALICE now too … dont’cha , Henry ? … ’

it was rare to see The Ink Demon immobile , but he stood from a distance as he spoke in a garbled tongue . it was far enough henry could run — but close enough his curse crept beneath the animator’s feet . choose your words carefully .

            There we go.. Hey little buddy don’t you worry. Henry was able to seamlessly tape together the face of one of them. Here we are, God... How sorry can I be? Henry chewed the bottom of his lip as he looked for the next puzzle piece. But as he picked a fragment of Bendy’s chest up... under it was the beginning of his OOZING black miasma. The back of his mind SCREAMED at him to run, he could FEEL it in his fingertips and with the hair standing up at the back of his neck. No … if it ends here…. So be it.

            A deep … dusty breath filled his lungs as he stayed kneeling to show Bendy that his nature was not ill-mannered. He continued working with his eyes fixated on his creation at the end of the hallway. Henry really had never gotten a good look at him before. He had gotten so big.. So tall… so looming and aggressive… what had happened in all these years that could have twisted him so horribly..?

                                                But now wasn't the time for questions...

            " You know, both of you are very dear to me… "

            He continued working, trying to calm his demeanor. Henry had been robbed at gunpoint before, stripped of his thoughts of safety and hope of survival. He thought of his life, his work, his …. Family that he had been so distant with because of work... This was his family here... Bendy was the closest thing he had to a son.

            "If you are going to do it, my only request is that you listen to me, please. "

            The chest was repaired now, he could feel the creature, no... He could feel BENDY relaxing, he could feel his anger being swept to the side... A sick chuckle purred in the back of his head... He wondered if Bendy's victims had ever fought back.. Or tried to reason for their lives because the way he was handling it... It must have been the first time something stopped running...

                                                                        " I never meant to hurt you... "

            The abdomen was finished, Henry reached out for both arms and legs, " If I knew this hurt you, why would I have done it? Until just now, I've been trying to escape, but if I had been able to finish her tasks... She would probably have me in the same situation that we are in…. I would rather try to reach out to you."

            Both legs reattached, he was coming together nicely, Henry almost had overlooked that his life could be taken from him any second... He got the smallest feeling of sentimentality; He remembered the first time he had drawn Bendy's final concept and this was the image used. This image of him was so happy, it was the first time he had actually created the MAIN characters of an animation in his life... He was so proud of Bendy and how far that he might go.. He didn't want this for him.

                                                            " Come closer... I do not fear you... "

            He attached the final arm, looking over the cutout to iron out any imperfections. It wasn't the best, you could still see where the ax had split him but … This was better.

                                                            "There we go, that’s my boy. "

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                  Shifting Charli into a Fandom Fluid OC. Reblog if you’re interested in roleplaying with a teenaged brat who is into witchcraft and being a brat to her big sister @tactilc . Right now my main focus is Bendy and the Ink machine but I’m flexible to other fandoms, I just gotta write the verses up : ) 

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“Ain’t what I think Heeenry–! ” 

The small demon eyed up the bottle in his hand, he loved ink. It was like a forbidden fruit-! Mr. Drew didn’t approve of him taking it, let alone drinking it- ! Yet, he’d always go on and on about how it was so expensive and yadda yadda yadda… The demon had only one option- Steal it from the artists! Genius !  He hid the ink from the artist, turning to his side and concealing it in his hands. He was determined to KEEP this one! 

                                                                         “–S’ what I know ! ”

             Henry had pulled himself up with a small groan, sitting cross-legged on the ground so they could be more at eye level. He tried to look around Bendy’s back, teasingly attempting to get a peek at what he knew was in his hands. Maybe just this one time he’d let the little demon have a treat. He always hated denying him anything.. almost felt responsible for giving him life. . . Just to tell him “ No “ To the things he desired. 

            “ What does that stuff taste like to YOU anyway? “