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The Show Must Go On (Hello Puppets AU): Ashley Anderson and Scout

Note: Not tagging anyone for this one, bc it's kinda tiring for me, I'll just keep posting and make a masterpost of bullet points when I'm done lmfao.

"At this point, I should just put Matpat on speed dial..."

Ashley Anderson is my OC interpretation of the host/player character from Hello Puppets!, a journalist specializing in paranormal investigation. She breaks into Handeemen HQ at dead of night, armed with a flashlight, pocketknife, a (lack of) wits and curiosity, following the lead of a phone call from the editor of the newspaper she writes for (Skye Taylor, another OC) and expecting the story to turn out to be another dud - unfortunately for her, that turned out to be the last thing it was.

Promised Scout she would get her out to see the human world. When she died, she was devastated - devoting most of her time into fixing her and looking for a way to bring her back. What little of it she spent outside of her garage, she spent peeling back the layers of what happened at Handeemen HQ. So, despite barely escaping with her life, she resolved to return to the studio.

She wasn't alone, the second time, however, accompanied by Skye Taylor and a reluctant Olivia Gubberson - both individuals who had some point of contact with Owen Gubberson, the creator of Mortimers' Handeemen (Skye was his assistant, Olivia was his older twin sister).

She confided in them her theory that the puppets weren't entirely evil and presented evidence via playing one of the old recordings she found from the accutron security system (the tape, if you choose to read/listen, head the sensitive content warnings the wiki provides.)

She has scarring on her wrist (where Scout was stitched to her hand) and heavily scarred lips (from having her lips sewn shut and cutting the stitches out with a knife).

She has that dumbass protagonist energy. You know how Markiplier is when he plays horror games? She's basically that. With a little bit of Jacksepticeye and LaurenZSide sprinkled in. Will always do the stupidest thing possible and thanks to dumb luck, or some cosmic mockery, somehow manages to make it out alive.

^ The actual reason is she has magical blood! What looks like dumb luck is actually her dormant power. (borrowed this idea from an AU by @quillsinkwell, to be fair they encouraged me to do it lmao)

She brings Scout back to life by performing a very complicated ritual, guided by the eldritch entity Rose Aguillard (OC), that 'fixes' the connection the spell that Owen used created, and transforms the parasitic connection to a symbiotic one by directly entwining Scout and Ashley's life forces, aswell as allowing her to be conscious without being attached to a host.

"I will devour your kneecaps. Give them to me."

Scout is just as sailor mouthed as in canon. In fact, possibly- maybe even a little bit more so. When questioned how she even knows that many swear words, she responds that she learned them from Riley. In fact, when asked to say something following being revived, her response was a gremlin grin and the word 'Fuck'.

Ashley gave her a new arm and legs, but it's still hard for her to keep up thanks to being so tiny so she often sits on Ashley's shoulder or rides around in her backpack.

TERRIFIED of the idea of going back to the studio, especially considering how it ended last time, but agrees with Ashley that something has to be done about Mortimer - hopefully that DOESN'T another studio fire or worse.

She has very vague memories of Owen creating her at the end of Hello Puppets: Midnight Show and knows she was set apart for a reason but she's just trying to survive tbh.

She accidentally called Ashley 'mom' once.

She ended up with a passion for action movies when Ashley started showing her more human media.

Not to bring in an overused trope, but, thanks to their new relationship (the 'fixed' spell/symbiotic connection), anything Scout feels, Ashley feels, and vice versa. This isn't really a problem, since they share the same braincell anyway, though it can get annoying if one of them trips over and the other one can feel the pain from it aswell.

Presumably had a bad run in with Nick Nack when he was under Ennioch's influence as she calls him 'a cold-blooded psychopath.'

A ball of chaos. You ever seen a cat with the zoomies?

No matter how bad things get, there's always a little part of her that wishes the Handeemen would be like a family again, the way they were meant to be.

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Fun fact about the TLOTIM universe!

Betty Boop is a retired jazz singer. She used to be a traveling star but retired as she got older.

Bendy has several of her records and she's his favorite musician.

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hello tadc fandom this is my campaign for kinger to win the tadc awards. Is this a questionable use of my time? Probably. Will that stop me? No

Reasons why Kinger should win

1. He has big beautiful eyes

Look at those orbs. Normally blue eyes are terrifying but his eyes are incredibly charming.

2. He looks good in purple

Now you could argue this also applies to Jax, but I disagree. Jax's skin is purple. He doesn't get a choice. Kinger, however, looks very dashing in a royal purple robe. And royal purple is my favorite color, so I think he gets bonus points.

3. He's Tumblr Sexyman-adjacent

While Kinger doesn't have traditional Sexyman traits like questionable morality and a suit, he is a nicely dressed (see reason two) twink with a lack of human traits, as seen in the picture below

And for those who find these types attractive but want to be treated right, the lighter morality is a bonus!

4. He's a silly old man but has a tragic/mysterious backstory

It's been half a year since episode three came out, so we all know about Kinger's abstracted wife. This gave his interest in bugs a sad depth, as he got it from his wife. It also gave a reason for his pillow fortress, as it was the last place he spoke to his wife. It reveals that the darkness allows him to regain sanity, which explains why he gave good advice to Ragatha in episode two with a bucket on his head.

And there's still some mystery to his backstory! How did he end up in the circus? What did he mean by "four years of programming school?" On top of that, he's mysterious in universe, as no one except Pomni knows about his wife.

And while he isn't a senior, he is the oldest in the cast and has been in the circus the longest of our current cast. The silly yet sad old man is a trope known to ensnare people.

5. He's dad/grandpa core

Going off from the previous point of Kinger being the oldest, he has been shown to take on a fatherly role with Pomni being a focus in episode three, but also giving fatherly advice to Ragatha near the end of episode 2

6. He's a wife guy.

When Kinger comforts Pomni, he reminiscences and gushes about his wife. We love our wifeguys here, and not to reference reason four again, but...

7. He has a very lovely sounding voice.

His voice is very soothing.

And not to mention his voice actor is an amazing singer while singing in character as Kinger!

TLDR; i like kinger :]. and he deserves a nice trophy

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ISLAND 0: Infection

Bendy tries to fulfill Mrs. Campbell's favor but ends up having to face something far worse. Boris receives the worst news of his life.

(Bendy’s point of view) It was eight at night by the time Bendy made it to Mrs. Campbell’s home. She could have offered to pick him up, considering he repaired her husband’s car that exact day, but no, he thought bitterly. He had to walk there late at night when there was something dangerous on the loose. He knocked on the door, and Mrs. Campbell came. He explained that he didn’t plan on coming in, but he was going to hide out in the backyard, so the thing didn’t see him coming. He only knocked to let her know he’d be there. She didn’t have any objections, only asking him not to make too much noise.

Bendy walked to the backyard. It was abysmal, to say the least. There were marks in the ground, digging into the dirt. There was a little playground for her kids, but it was turned over. The carefully taken care of grass had seen better days, strands pulled up and hunks of dirt exposed. Thankfully, the rose bushes were left alone. Those bushes were Mrs. Campbell’s pride and joy; she’d throw a hissy fit if they were torn up. It probably avoided them because of the thorns. Bendy stationed himself behind a corner of the house to wait for the thing to show up.

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He’d been waiting for two hours. Bendy started to wonder if this thing knew he was there when he heard a branch break. He turned his head to see what made the noise and felt a shiver go down his spine. It wasn’t a person or an animal. It was as huge as the playground, and it was entirely black. It had claws and was on all fours. And its eyes… It had no pupils, and they were white. It walked up to Mrs. Campbell’s sliding door and started scratching and bumping its head on the glass. 

Bendy used its preoccupation with the door to sneak up behind the creature, brought out his lead pipe, and hit it over the head. However, instead of knocking the thing out, the thing’s head melted around where the pipe was, and its eyes…dear god its eyes moved from its face to the back of its head to face Bendy. Bendy gulped as the thing roared at him and started swinging. Bendy tried to take the pipe with him, but the pipe was stuck in its head. Unfortunately, Bendy got swung right off and flung right into Mrs. Campbell’s fence.

“This is not the reason I thought I’d need an extra lead pipe.” Bendy mumbled to himself, pulling out said pipe. “Hey ugly! This is private property! So, either fuck off and don’t come back, or I’ll knock your ass out and throw it in the ocean!” Bendy barked. The creature didn’t respond, only parking its claws into the ground. 

The creature launched itself at Bendy, using its momentum. Bendy raised his pipe to try and block the thing’s attack. Unfortunately, the creature managed to use the pipe as a stepping stool to get on top of Bendy. 

Bendy felt the creature’s horrible teeth sink into his skin. He didn’t even realize the thing had teeth until he felt it bite into his shoulder. He felt something horrible and gooey leak out from the creature’s teeth into the bite. He felt the creature rip off the flesh from his shoulder and heard the thing swallow his skin. It felt like he was a pumpkin, and someone was carving his flesh in a bastardized attempt to make a jack o’ lantern.

Bendy couldn’t stop the scream leaking from his throat. He didn’t even know he could scream that loud. Immediately he saw a dozen lights turn on in his peripheral vision. He couldn’t even pay attention to them; he had to focus on pushing the creature off. Then he grabbed the pipe and went in for another swing. 

Unfortunately, it seemed like it had caught on to his attacks and dodged. Bendy’s attempt at an attack seemed to enrage it, and it swiped at him with its claws. Thankfully, Bendy dove before it could puncture his skin.

The creature was smarter than it seemed though, it grabbed Bendy when he dove and threw him at the fence. Bendy heard something crack and it became hard to breathe. He used the fence to help him stand up. He took his pipe and tried to swing at it, but it merely swerved. Bendy heard the sliding door open and Mrs. Campbell shrieked. “Bendy! What on Earth-” “Mrs…Campbell…get…help.” Bendy tried his damndest to tell her, but words seemed difficult at the moment. Thankfully it wasn’t that hard to determine what Bendy wanted in that situation, and she ran inside. 

The creature tried to go towards the sliding door, seeming to remember its original goal, but Bendy grabbed at its goopy leg. That just made it mad, and some sort of tail protruded from its skin, wrapped itself around Bendy, and slammed him into the ground. It then used its claws to pin him to the ground and take a bite out of Bendy’s side.

If he thought the shoulder bite was bad, then this was agony. He felt the full force of the creature’s teeth into his torso. As the damn thing rose, it tore out a chunk of his skin, and he heard the disgusting sound of it swallowing a part of his body. Once again, he felt something viscous leak from the creature’s teeth and enter his open wound. It felt like someone was pouring something acidic directly into his bloodstream. Once again, a shriek let itself out of his mouth, his throat still aching from the last scream.

*CRACK!*

It sounded like thunder. For a moment, Bendy thought that something up in the heavens heard his screams and took pity and smote the creature.  For once the creature shrieked, and it was a horrible sound that made Bendy’s ears ache. It was the sweetest sound Bendy had heard tonight. The creature released Bendy and ran into the woods. Bendy heard the sound of footsteps approaching him.

“Shit, what the hell was that- Stay with us son!” Bendy heard someone tell him. Now that the creature was gone, whatever energy he had to cling and try to fight the creature was dissipating, and he was drifting. He vaguely thought the person sounded like Mr. Cohen. He thought he saw another figure in his field of vision.

“It’s…away…Campbell…not…safe.” He mumbled, trying to warn them not to let the creature get away, that it was Mrs. Campbell it was after. He couldn’t tell if he was understood, but he saw one of them point to the other, and the other figure left. He hoped they had it covered. He wanted to try and get back up to help, but he was in too much pain. The last thing he heard was someone yelling his name.

“BENDY! BENDY! BENDY!”

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(Boris’s point of view)

“Bendy…”

Boris was starting to worry. He understood that this wasn’t a usual job, but Bendy promised he’d be home before eleven.

It was one in the morning now.

Boris started to pace back and forth. He was supposed to be in bed by ten, but he didn’t want to go to sleep without knowing Bendy was home. Something felt off. He didn’t know how, but Boris knew deep down in his gut that something was wrong.

*BAM! BAM! BAM!*

Boris shook. The sound was coming from the front door.

He’s trying to break the door down. He knows I’m in here, he knows what I did, has he gotten to Mama-

He wrapped his arms around himself. ‘Stop it. That’s over.’ But that didn’t change the fact that someone was at the front door. Bendy told him he wasn’t supposed to open the front door when he was home alone, and the pounding made him want to stay far away from the door. But the words that came from the door gave him pause.

“Open up! Police!”

Oh god. They knew what he did. They knew what Bendy did. They were going to separate them, they were going to get rid of him like they got rid of-

Boris took a deep breath. Spiraling into the past wasn’t going to solve the current problem of the cops trying to bust down the door. If he went over peacefully and acted like nothing happened, maybe they could fix this without losing anything.

So, with the slowness of someone trying to keep calm yet the speed that the urgency of the situation called for, he walked over to the door and opened it. Two police officers were at the door. “Sweet Jesus, this kid’s tall.” One of them blurted out, noticeably shorter than Boris. The other police officer, noticeably older than the short one, elbowed him in the gut. “OOMPH- The hell was that for?!” The short officer groaned. “Jesus Jim! Have some decorum!” The older officer scolded.

“Um, good evening, sirs. Or good morning? Can I help you two?” Boris asked, trying his best to keep his voice polite and steady. “Right. Boris Lewek? We have some…unfortunate news. It’s about your brother.” The shorter officer said, his voice laced with…pity? “Earlier tonight, your brother was in an accident, and I’m afraid he’s in the hospital.” Boris stopped hearing anything after that. He could feel his heart shaking in his chest.

Everything seemed to blur after that. He remembered running as fast as he could. He couldn’t think of anything else besides Bendy. He heard the officers shouting after him.

He hadn’t prayed since Bendy took him in. But at that moment, he was begging anyone that would listen to let his brother be ok.

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(Bendy’s point of view) 

The sounds of beeping were what brought him back from the depths. It was a slow rising from unconsciousness, waking up. He felt dull and slow, yet he kept waking up regardless. He slowly opened his eyes, and he saw a man in a doctor’s coat looking over a clipboard. He looked distressed, although when he noticed Bendy was staring at him, he put on a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey! There’s the little man.” Bendy grimaced. He hated being called ‘little man.’ “Where…am I?” Bendy asked. “You’re in the hospital, Mr. Stein. Mrs. Campbell and Mr. Cohen both called 911 and alerted us to your immediate need for medical attention.” The memory of what happened flowed back to his head. His hand went to his neck where that creature had bitten him. Then he realized what was more important. 

“Good sir! There was an unknown creature harassing Mrs. Campbell!” Bendy told the doctor. “Oh! You don’t have to worry about that. Thanks to your efforts, the police were able to cage the creature.” The doctor soothed him. Bendy let out a sigh of relief. “Good sir, can you please tell me what on Earth that creature was?” The doctor looked uneasy at that question. “About that. Young man, I have some unfortunate news.” The doctor was about to tell the news, but the two of them heard a large amount of approaching footsteps.

The door was abruptly slammed open. In the doorway was none other than his little brother, looking tired and sweaty. “Ben…Bendy.” He looked terrified. Bendy didn’t know what to say but simply held out his arms. His brother collapsed into them and started sniffling. “They…they said you were in an accident… I was afraid you were dead…” Bendy rubbed circles on his back. Then, two police officers came barging in, looking even more tired and sweaty than Boris.

“Jesus Christ kid…we woulda given you a ride…” An older officer panted. “How does a kid run that damn fast…oh my god my lungs… I haven’t run that hard since the academy.” The shorter officer groaned. “Wait. If you were gonna give him a ride, why didn’t you take the car?” Bendy asked. Apparently that possibility didn’t occur to them, and they moaned in agony as they realized they were idiots. And the groaning only increased when Boris pointed out they were going to have to go back to get their car.

“Officers! I believe I told you that you couldn’t come in this room!” A young nurse came storming in. “Oh, is that all you did, Janet? Lightly scolded them? You have one job.” The doctor deadpanned. “My job is to assist the patients, Doctor.” The nurse (Janet, apparently).

“And keeping non-family members from barging in is part of assisting them, Janet. You’re incapable of just doing your unsaid responsibility, I always have to spell everything out for you!” The doctor snapped.

“This is why we can’t work together, in this hospital or out of it! You are incapable of communicating with me properly!” Janet snapped back. “You want to get into this right now?! Do you have any idea what I have to tell this young man and his little brother?! Do you JANET?!” He screeched.

The room went silent at that. Boris clung to Bendy tighter. The doctor pinched the bridge of his nose. “Everyone who isn't family of my patient, get out.” The doctor declared. The officers, looking incredibly uncomfortable, walked out slowly, accompanied by Nurse Janet, who was glaring at the doctor, and shut the door behind them. Bendy asked clearly, yet with fear, what was wrong with him.

The doctor looked like he would have preferred to take what he knew to the grave, but he knew his duty as a doctor. So, with sympathy in his voice, he told Bendy and Boris something that would define the next years of their lives.

“Bendy Stein, I am so sorry to tell you this, but I’m afraid you have the Ink Illness.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence in the room. The fear that breaking it would make the doctor’s statement true. But Bendy could keep his mouth shut. “What?” He whimpered, like he was a little kid. “That creature that bit you, it was an ink monster. It’s a mutation that can occur during stage five of the Ink Illness. At that point, the infected person’s leaked ink can infect someone if it enters their body. And when that creature bit you…” he trailed off, the unsaid obvious.

“S-so, you’re saying that my brother is gonna become some sort of monster?!” Boris yelped, horrified. “Oh, dear, of course not! Well, maybe…that mutation is incredibly rare, so it’s not impossible but incredibly rare. It’s more likely your brother will die normally.” The doctor said in a voice that would have been comforting if not for the content.

Then the doctor’s eyes widened. “I realize that isn’t much better, huh.” “Doc, this thing entered my blood. Is there really nothing you could do to get it out?” Bendy offered, but his hope was dwindling. “I’m so sorry, son, but countless other medical professionals have tried to do what you’re suggesting. Attempting to remove the ink has resulted in people nearly dying from the loss of blood, and even then, once the ink is in your system, it simply regenerates itself.” The doctor explained.

“There has to be something you can do to help my brother!” Boris begged. The doctor looked so saddened. “I’m sorry boys, but smarter and more skilled practitioners than me have been trying to find a cure for the Inkness for thirteen years. The closest we have come up with is a medicine that will dull the pain the illness brings. I can prescribe it to you and release you to live what time you have left, but I must advise you to prepare your will and testament. I’m so sorry.” The doctor told them solemnly.

Bendy was feeling a nightmare mixture of emotions. He was going to die. He was going to die slowly and leave Boris on his own in this world. Because of Bendy’s own stupidity, Boris was going to be left on his own. Bendy grasped Boris’s hand to try and comfort him. He looked up but to his surprise, he didn’t see sorrow, fear, or even anger in his little brother’s eyes.

But determination.

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hey folks, this is a project i've wanted to do for a while, so if you'd consider checking it out, it'd mean a lot!

Let me tell you a legend lost to time. A legend about angels, demons, and two brothers that loved each other.

Howdy! Welcome to the Legend of the Ink Machine! My silly self indulgent rewrite/au of BABQFTIM

Story updates will be uploaded to this blog on both Ao3 and here, and you can send asks to the characters

The only main ask rules I have are nothing NSFW and no being an oracle (spoiling future or past events to the characters)

Also, if a character hasn't appeared in the story yet, then that ask won't be answered until the character debuts.

Story Update Masterpost

Chapter 0

World's End

The Two Brothers

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hey dudes . been a while , happy pride 2 my nb aroace and sapphic children (plus bowkid)

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Day 536

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I love when my friends tell me funny stuff

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The Fungus Spreads (AHIT doodle dump)

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Crossover but make it a boss battle

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On a scale from one to Hat Kid how are we feelin’ today?

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This is the only piece of AHIT lore that matters by the way

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Snatcherposting

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hat kid !!

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oc stuff again sorry lads

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Is it mean to be making this many jokes about this

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whoops