#{ Henry In: } Rubber and Hose!

[boozecrayola]

So like yeah this game is pretty cool ig

[deathdouspart-au]

Father and tiny son

[iboatedhere]

Heya! If you are still taking prompts then FirstPrince sailboat AU please? 😁⛵

Or garden hose if that's already been suggested! 🌞

If you so fancy ❤️

A little F1 AU?

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Henry leans against the railing on the lower deck. He looks down at the dark water and watches the lights dance across it. 

It’s past midnight, but Port Hercule is wide awake. Yachts packed in like sardines in a tin, music blasting, beats and lyrics mixing together and creating a jumbled mess of noise. People are talking and singing in French, English, German, and Italian, and there’s a splash as something or someone hits the water, followed by raucous laughter. The smell of burnt rubber, high-octane fuel, and grease still lingers in the air, mixing with the heavy scent of cigar smoke and gunpowder from celebratory post-race fireworks.

Henry would rather be anywhere else, like behind a door that locks. Without people knocking for autographs or photos. Without women offering things he’s never been interested in. 

He wants to go home to his little cottage on the outskirts of London, where there’s plenty of room for David to run and no cameras, reporters, or team principals. 

He just needs a moment of peace, and the little bubble he’s created here will have to do.  

“Henry…”

Henry closes his eyes as the bubble bursts, and Alex’s footsteps echo down the stairs.  

“Someone said you went this way,” Alex says as he steps onto the deck, an entire bottle of champagne in his hand. 

He’s in a suit, jacket on but shirt unbuttoned nearly halfway down his chest. Henry’s seen him in this fit more than in his fireproofs. 

The suit is high-end, of course, and every designer is clamoring to dress him. He’s been on the cover of more fashion magazines than Henry can count. They’ve been popping up in his caravan, and he has a sneaking suspicion that Bea is to blame. 

“Remind me to have that person fired,” Henry says dryly. 

“You can’t fire Cash,” Alex says. “I’d be sad.” 

“God forbid.”

Alex laughs, loose and easy, drunk and happy. 

That’s the whole point, that Alex is happy. 

Alex is everything Mercedes wanted Henry to be. Alex fills in the gaps where Henry fell short. 

Henry wants to race; that’s all he’s ever wanted, but Alex is here to perform. 

Alex is vibrant and outgoing. He’s good on camera and in interviews. He is intelligent and funny, with zero reservations about letting everyone know it. He brings attention and new viewers to the sport, dating this hot, young starlet or that rising pop star. 

F1 sponsors want to pay him, men and women want to be with him, and Henry…Henry just wants him. 

“Why aren’t you celebrating?” Alex asks.

“I don’t know exactly what there is for me to celebrate.” 

“Umm, hello,” Alex says, gesturing to himself with his free hand. 

Above all else, Alex is good at racing, having come in first or at least on pole in the last five out of seven races. 

“Congratulations to you on your win,” Henry says as Alex takes a long swig from the bottle, tipping his head back as it spills down his chin and neck. 

Henry’s knuckles go white on the railing. “But you’ll have to forgive me for not wanting to celebrate my own performance.”

“Okay, first of all,” Alex says, pressing the bottle into Henry’s hand and gesturing for him to drink. “We’re a team, so my win is your win—don’t fucking roll your eyes at me—and P6 is nothing to get upset about. You’re in points. That matters.”

“You should tell my brother that.”

“I will. Is he here?”

Henry snorts. “This isn’t exactly my brother’s type of party. It’s not really my type of party, either.”

“Do you mean a fun one?”

“I’m fun,” Henry says as he playfully shoves at Alex’s shoulder. “I am, but this isn’t me.”

“It’s not me either,” Alex says, and Henry laughs. “Why is that funny?”

“Because it’s such a lie. You’re made for this.” 

“No, I’m just good at acting like I am. This isn’t me. This isn’t how I was raised–yachts, champagne, and women hanging off of me constantly, only using me for a photo op.” 

Henry wants to argue that that’s not him either, especially that last bit, but his father’s legacy looms too large, and Henry knows his privilege. 

“Well, I must say you’ve caught on very quickly. And I wasn’t raised on a yacht. It was a thirty-foot schooner.”

Alex laughs. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

Henry’s fingers tap against the bottle as he pulls up fond memories of off-seasons spent out on the sailboat with his family. “My father taught me to sail when I was very young.”

“Was that before or after he taught you how to drive? Or was that just in your genes?”

“He taught me,” Henry says softly, pushing those memories back. 

Alex nods and doesn’t push. “Do you still have the boat?”

“Yes,” Henry says. “Docked at St. Katherine.”

“You should take me out sometime,�� Alex says, soft and eyes locked on Henry, and Henry nearly drops the champagne bottle.

“If you’d like,” he says, voice barely a whisper, but the way Alex’s gaze drops to his lip lets Henry know he’s heard.

[pronounmelon]

hey ur drawings are cool and all and dunking on rusty is funny but also u need to incorperate fat ppl in ur art :( they all kinda have the same shape n size nd ngl art style or not it's super important to explore bodily diversity!! the noodle limbs cld also b thickened, rubber hose can still b fat!!/nm

I get what you’re saying!! I’ve been trying my best, my partner has even been assisting me. I’ve been trying to improve everyday, I know the limits I currently have and I want to fix them.

Evolution of Brick, for example!! They’re meant to be plus size!! If anyone has tips for how I can improve and wants to send them, I’d love it!!

My art style was, if I’m being honest, less meant to be rubberhose, more meant to evoke Henry Stickmin. My style used to be at least a little better in the arm and leg department diversity wise, but I eventually stuck with this style, as I’m illustrating a book on the side of this project and stick limbs are much easier to draw in the confines of that, if that makes sense

though, I definitely need to like. Figure out how to draw arms 😭😭 so I can give characters much more body diversity also unrelated just genuine thanks for a real critique I get literally no actual critiques in my inbox you are the first person/gen

edit: I figured I should show an actual example of my old art, to illustrate the problem I have drawing non-stick limbs in fluid poses

I can only draw one dam pose 😭😭

[treezxu]

do you have any ideas in mind for how swap!evans scrap baby design would look, assuming its different from regular scrap baby? (since yk, its implied(?) they rebuilt themself after getting kicked out of ennard)

oh and how did/do evan and circus baby interact/feel about each other?

-cross

I DREW THIS ASK TODAY AND CANNOT SHARE THE ART BC ITS. ON PAPER. AND I DONT HAVE MY PHONE

But i thought id answer anyways, ill rb with a doodle if i can manage one (maybe in my animation class?)

first of all, he'd not be half as smashed up as liz was. he wanted to be cute and whatever, and his goal is. not killing ppl lmao.

so he goes back and gets a discarded unused circus baby faceplate from the bunker. its old and the faceplates dont move well at all (rusty and stuck together, mostly) but its not horrible. its also cracked a bit but. what can you do?

instead of wires and whatever i think hed want something softer to use for hair so i gave him some sort of fucked up string. its thick and fluffy but falling appart :( poor dude he also got other discarded animatronic concepts that william and henry kept in case they wanted to use them elsewhere. evan still has the claw on one hand but the other is an unnecessarily large paw (he cant exactly remember why at this point, but he loves bears so the paw caught his eye)

his outfit is just cloathes he found in the garbage and therefore doesnt fit well. and his torso is just the usual circus baby torso if not a bit fucked up by all the time itd been left in the bunker. its also cracked and rusty similar to his mask

his feet r just whatever he could find, but those wont even be seen a lot bc hes in the vents so who cares

the big paw is also one of the same as what molten freddy dug up to replace the rubber hose esque hands ennard had (not REALLY rubber hose but meant to look the part yk?)

as for evs relationship w cbby, its complicated. he initially wants nothing to do with the animatronic or possessing it, but when he sees liz he suddenly wants to seize control (hence bouncing between circus baby and evan)

at that time, there was still a pretty clear line between evan and cbby, bc of how hed avoided her n shit in a way bc he cant. he cant leave her lmao but he just didnt try to BE her. still while SL takes place the line does blur between him and cbby.

post scoop he finds mike and tells him about elizabeth and for a while michael keeps him seperate from the other animatronics bc yk, having someone he KNEW was his sibling and who KNEW his identity helped him and michael is the most conscious of everyone. and so he once again was aware of who he was but when michael and the funtimes both dumped him they reallty merged and it became unclear who was who (which lead to his memories getting fucked wehn he was rebuilding himself) and just overall hes weird and Not Evan Anymore. especially because evan being rejected by michael compared to circus baby being abandoned by william and the funtimes and that pain of being thrown to the curb causing anger in both that ended with them having such similar ideas and feelings that they might as well be the same entity

as far as interactions go, they really didnt interact much for a VERY long time and when they did it was quick and uncomfortable. but when evan tried to wrestle control back its started a weird silent relationshi

Circus baby did not want to get rid of him, she didnt entirely know what he was ("I still hear her sometimes" yk?) other than shed killed him and sometimes shed say things she didnt think.

evan didnt like how everything was going with elizabeth, so he wanted to subtly steer her elsewhere. however, between his own bitterness at her leaving him alone and inadvertently causing his death, and circus baby and him becoming one, he eventually began leading her to the scooper.

and evan is a lot more convincing than circus baby was.

its not until he's set free that evan is actually evan again

[greendalerubber]

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[inkwise]

@wingslcst​ hit the HEART.

“ Alright, there. You don’t have to keep holding that pose now. ”

[pixelbendy]

My first ever animation! That's Henry asleep at the end with the ink spilling on the comic 😁✒

[jedivoodoochile]

THE FLYING CAR - HENRY FORD'S ATTEMPT TO MAKE US ALL PILOTS: https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/28764/flying-flivver-henry-fords-attempt-make-us-all-pilots?a_aid=46813

This month in 1959 saw the completion of the FORD LEVACAR MACH 1, a concept car built to be the first full-scale wheeless vehicle, utilising air propulsion to move around (July 1959)

It was a full-sized prototype being a one-man "flying car" that was "levitated" several inches off the ground by three powerful air jets located on the bottom of its chassis.

Planned to be powered by a small-scale turbojet engine, the Levacar was purportedly designed to reach a top speed of nearly 500 mph.

Ford's single-seat space coupe was tethered to an arm, enabling it to glide smoothly above a circular glass track. The tiny car was suspended just slightly above the surface by ducted air from pads on its underside. An attached arm guided it around a display in Ford’s famous Rotunda.

Ford promotional materials projected that the single-seat, fiberglass-bodied Levacar might be capable of reaching speeds of five hundred miles per hour, but its utter lack of brakes might have made that a one-time experiment.

Ford gave away thousands of plastic promotional models of their exciting new air car. AMT produced a popular model kit that came complete with a rubber hose that kids could blow in to levitate their toys like the real thing. Unfortunately, those tiny plastic models are all that's left of Ford's bold air car experiment. And we're still bumping along on rubber tires, just like Ford's Model T.

[itsmydreamlifethings]

Henry Cavill Discovers a “Special Bed Kink”.

I hope ya’ll truly ready for this filth. (Is it normal to have such a filthy mind?? 🤣Please don’t judge LOL.) WARNINGS: All of them. SUPER SMUT/PORN. FILTH. LANGUAGE. NO MINORS ALLOWED. 18+ ONLY. ALSO, IT MIGHT MAKE YOU NEED TO SHOWER AFTER YOU READ IT. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 🤣 ALSO: THIS INCLUDES UNPROTECTED SEX BUT BE SMART AND USE PROTECTION, GUYS. FOR REAL. ---REBLOGS ALLOWED. NO POSTING ELSEWHERE! NOW....BYEEEE...GO READ 🤣  Stores are shutting down. Times are uncertain and there’s nothing much to do but stay home and....fuck. (ya’ll can relate, right?)  You and Henry have been going at it so much, his box of condoms are depleted. Still, after a heavy make-out session that brought you to the extremes, you both decided to go at it without a condom. You’ve been together for a year anyway and you know you’re the soul mates you’ve been desperately searched for.

You’ve been going at it for hours, Henry’s pumping so erratic and animalistic, you’re screaming and moaning his name. The sheets are wrapped around you, and you are both going to be spent after this. Henry’s grunts are loud and tension filled, his hot breath caressing your face as his thrusts are deeper and stronger.

“Baby, I’m about to cum,” he whispers in between grunts. “Should I pull out?”

Under normal circumstances, you’d say yes, but this is the first time you’ve had sex with Henry without a condom. And....it’s fucking amazing (duh). He was always good, but without a rubber, holy shit, you can feel him fuck you so raw, so deep, and you can literally sense his veins, his erection hard as a rock as it hits every nerve ending inside you. Even his head, round and thick, feels completely different now. This shit has got you lost in ecstasy you’ve never felt before. All logic and reason has left you.  All you can feel is his heavy body fucking you senseless into the mattress. So you whisper back, “Whatever you want, baby. Do whatever you want to me.”

Well, that shit just turned Henry on even more and as his orgasm builds up, all of his doubts elope. He wants to fill you, to cum so deep inside you that the thought of his seed spewing in you simply drives him off the edge. It takes him four deep thrusts, an animalistic growl erupting from his chest as he pounds his orgasm inside you, his seed releasing like a fire hose.

He finishes and leaves his dick inside you for a few long minutes, the room filled with only your heavy breathing now. He slightly rolls off you, still leaving one arm around you. He realizes he is so big that he could crush you if he just let his entire weight stay on top of you.

“Fuck, that was soooo good,” he murmurs, his fingers playing with strands of your hair. You can only smile, still struggling for air and basking in the aftermath of your orgasms.

“Baby, I tried to, but I couldn’t pull out. I cummed in you.” His voice is worried, hoping you wouldn’t be mad even though you gave him permission to.

“Hmm-hmm,” you answer, the mere mention of him saying ‘he cummed in you’ sending tingles down your back. “I know, I feel you on my thighs now.”

His interest is piqued and he props himself on one elbow. “You can?” He eyes your legs and pussy, curious and interested.

“Yeah,” you giggle.

“Hmm....can I feel?”

His breathing has stabilized a bit, but his tone is now deep and sultry again. He sees you nod and he brings his large hand between your legs, shuffling closer so he can take a better look at the state he has left you in. His fingers caress your folds and then he notices his cum that is already dripping from you and down your thighs. He traces the warm liquid on your thigh, mesmerized as if the mere sight of his orgasm manifesting on your body is some metaphysical event.

“Hmmm,” he growls deeply, noticeably aroused again as you take a peek at his cock. Fucking hell, it’s growing hard again. “Is this me?” he asks.

“Well, it’s both of us, but it’s mostly you.” You take his hand and guide it up and down your thighs as you feel more of his seed trickling out of you. You’re a wet mess and you know these sheets are going to be washed ASAP.

Henry releases a grunt, sexy and lustful, his dick twitching as it grows another inch already. He props himself up now, resting on his knees. The sight of his juices running out of you have gotten him all kinds of fucked up. It surprises him. He never experienced this before, but the thought of and the sight of his cum on you, so lewdly dripping on your skin, is majorly turning him on. You’re surprised too. You never thought the look on Henry’s face as he smears his cum on your legs could ever EVER have you in such a state. But you are. Your puss muscles are literally aching again. You observe him as he’s lost in an ocean of his juices bathing on you, unable to move, or say a word, but to only enjoy his attention.

He brings both hands now onto your pussy, seeking more of the juices that keep dripping out of you. His fingers are soaked and something takes over him. His features are veiled with dark desire. He dabs the wetness on your belly, and literally begins to massage it on your stomach. His hands trail upward, smearing his cum onto your breast. Your nipples, round and erect, slide easily in and out of his fingers, Henry using his own heavenly juices to coat your skin.

You start to moan again. Fuck, he’s sleeking your whole body with his seed and you can think about is how fucking sexy that is. One hand trails up from your breast and up your neck, then his thumb strokes your bottom lip. He caresses it a few long seconds, then slides two fingers in your mouth.

“Taste me, baby,” he orders. “I want my cum to be everywhere...inside you and out.”

You do as he says and lick his fingers. They taste wet and salty. He repositions himself between your thighs, looking down avidly at your core. His hands return to your pussy and he wants nothing more but to see more of his cum.

“Hmmm...the thought of having myself all over you, inside and out, makes me want to rail you again.”

You whimper and mewl, unable to control your hips. They buck forward, your back arching and your core literally lunging toward him. “Then fill me again, baby.” “I never thought this could turn me on so much...” Henry grunts, his eyes blinking softly and his finger already penetrating you and pumping in and out. “I want to come all over you, baby. I want to smear it all on your skin. I want to cover you with my juices.”

And then, just like that, it’s on again. Henry has found a new bed kink, an obsession that he’s going to want to indulge as much as possible. And you, obviously, are going to let Daddy do whatever makes him happy. #Dead #Wet #Horny

[doodlingant]

THEM;;;

Father and tiny son

[lover-of-catboys]

what is batim had bendy, boris and alice be the villans. and because they do what they think is right, but it evil cause they don´t have the same morality as us

(cut cause it´s a long post)

This thought started while i was thinking about how a cartoon character (at least from the rubber-hose era (what i know anyway)). I mean it whould probably not be great being ripped from from your world to one where the rules to reality are diffrent,

but

Then i thought about the fact that besides body horror in the game, the fact that it´s implied most don´t renember alot of their past gives alot of oppertunity to phychological horror in regards to ideantity (also time-loops).

And i started to think about how i could make the toons do the things they do.

What if they understand time and suffering diffrently?

What if they understood time as multiple loops, where the same person does diffrent things at the exact same time (think of it as one episode being one universe out of a multiverse, but everyone of those universses is a timeloop).

And because of time not being a timeloop, hurts don´t get reset and there is no true certainty of whats going to happen.

(What if they can´t go back into their past reality?)

What if they try and find out how to make a time-loop?

What if they decide it whould be kinder to bring the workers of the studio with them instead of letting them live in this ¨cruel¨ reality?

What if because the workers refuse, they start turing them into ink creatures so that they wil their mind? (and by that i mean rewrite their personality, morals and erase memeories to make them see the ¨good¨ life they can have if they comply)

(btw they don´t think that´s evil because they´re cartoons that gets changed a couple of times over the years and figuer thats just normal)

What if they thry to hunt down henry because their time-loop plan succeded, but when henry entered the reality he made the time-loop stop being a loop?

(btw he is the only one who can kill them and not be effected to the ink like everyone else because he is the creator (and by effected i mean dying won´t make him a ink creature (but to make sure there are still personal stakes, being killed by one of the three will make him a ink creature)))

(btw the reason it´s not only bendy is because we don´t see bendy for most of the game and having two characters, who have diffrent personalities from bendy and eachother, whould help with worldbuilding (since they whould probably do diffrent things to get to the same goal))

(i whould write more, but the rest are mostly semi-disconnected ideas)

[doberart]

I've noticed that the bendy crew don't really have a "toon aspect". By that I mean they don't look like they are toons from the 1930's. Don't get me wrong im obsessed with the game! There are just a few flaws which makes it a really good game! But anyways I had the thought that bendy and the others are mad at Henry for making them "flawed" Or seem like a disgrace of toons then Henry hugs them saying "you're perfect the way you are" With a smile on his face. I would love to see that!

I agree that the game has flaws and it isn’t perfect by any means, though I would disagree with them not fitting the style of the 30s. I think that’s something the team actually did pretty well with, giving their cartoons that sort of old style rubber hose feel. I know this is a bit lost in translation when it comes to the 3D models in the game, as they’re not very toon-like in their behaviors and movements (but they’re also implied to be humans turned toon as well). But as far as the 2D cartoons, I think they did well with those.

You’re welcome to your opinion on the matter, of course. But, personally, I think they did a decent job making it feel like an authentic cartoon from the 30s and 40s time period.

[inkydrink]

I want to know 'bout them. Nao.

(Ok, so I’ve got no ideas wether you’re talking about my persona or my trio au, so I’ll just answer for both)

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Uhhh, my persona’s basically just a persona in a vaguely rubber-hose art style. If I had to give them a story, I guess they just hang around the studio following the ink demon cult around.

My trio au is set in a universe where Joey is only partially the ink demon. He sacrificed all of his childlike wonder, empathy and happiness into Bendy. Obviously Joey messed up pretty bad while creating him (in this au Henry was the one who actually made the characters in physical form) and Bendy turned out kind of butchered. The ink demon was kind of just pushed aside as Joey tried to create better clones, and he surprisingly managed to keep Bendy a secret for a while there, but later on Bendy just kind of started breaking out of the closet he was kept in and walking around the studio. Everyone was already kind of going insane so they were all just like “Ah fuck, another thing to deal with.” After the studio’s collapse, Bendy tried to stay as close to the exit as possible (because he could hear Joey taking, and he kind of still viewed his creator as a father figure) but ended up having to move down to lower levels because he wanted to find some other way out.

Allison and Tom found Bendy lurking around, and running from butcher gang members, so they captured him for a while before realising that he was almost completely harmless and pretty much the exact same as the first time they met him.

Allison really liked subjects like math and English in school, so she took on the role of teacher and started holding mini lessons in the hideout where Bendy kind of learned to write! Tom tries to teach him things too, like knot tieing and other basic skills. They all go out foraging together and they basically just function as a weird little family.

[unclekoopus]

Something about the FNAF and BATIM novels

I know it’s ABSOLUTELY the furry in me, but all this extra media, all the books and stuff for Five Nights at Freddy’s and Bendy and the Ink Machines seem to focus so much on these human characters, when all I want is enormous amounts of content about the non-humans. About the in-universe fictional characters and such.

It’s totally fair that the books go in that direction, that they’re primarily human stories with the threat being the existential one or the physical one. But I’ve always admired the more engaged horror stories that don’t have an unknowable villain, but a character or monster that can be spoken to or engaged in a back-and-forth with.

FNAF, in its original incarnations, was primarily a story with monsters that don’t talk, that you can’t talk TO. Bendy is somewhat the same, at least with the title character.

I hope you’ll bear with me on this, but I like the idea of a story where the monsters are sentient, or accessible at the very least.

below the cut: my rambling idea for an AU like this:

Imagine, if you will, that Bendy the Dancing Demon materialized as a character- not as a lumbering, grinning ghoul, but a little imp with a smarmy, sarcastic attitude and a little bit of a threat to his words. He wants to kill you, kill Henry, rather, but you and he come to an agreement- he wants out of this house of hell, this unending labyrinth of a studio as much as you do. You enter into a reluctant and unsteady partnership. He doesn’t let up on his vague threats and mean-spirited teasing all the time he’s with you, communicating with you.

And he has you do a bunch of tasks for him- like Alice does in the game- he puts you through a lot of nasty, scary situations and mocks you the whole way through. And he’s animated about it all- making goofy and slightly Satanic rubber hose transformations of his body and expressions of his impish face.

Henry goes through it all, but after a while, things start to change- you make moral choices and confide in Bendy some of your thoughts and feelings. You tell Bendy about your past, about your life since the studio went under, your wife, your kids, your hope for the future. Bendy sees how much you try to save everyone, how you want to help Boris and how traumatized you are at having to destroy him.

Bendy may be a demon, but he starts to feel for you, warm up and soften his tone. He’s been using you all this time, and it’s pretty obvious he has the intention of discarding you like so much scrap paper in the end once he gets what he wants.

The time comes when you are about to escape, when the ghoul is defeated- or so you think- and the outside world awaits, it was a difficult battle and you are unable to go on, your leg broken. And Bendy has the opportunity, he can leave you, ink stained and bleeding, to die in this place. And he starts to... but he can’t. He can’t leave his Creator behind. He cares too much. He makes a big, irreverent deal about it, he complains about your sentimentality about the others making him soft, unable to finish the job. And he holds out a toony gloved hand to help you out the door.

But the ghoul was not dead, and has ahold of your broken leg and is dragging you to the inky abyss. Bendy yells “No!” and tries to pull you free, but the monster is too strong. He’s going to pull the both of you back in, the light of the colorful world is getting farther and farther away. You tell Bendy to leave, escape, save himself, and he says “Not so long ago, I would have, believe me, bucko. But us toons, we get attached.” He latches onto your limbs, stretching his rubberhose arms out and wrapping them around a timber pillar, but he is still stretching as you and he are pulled closer to the monster. It looks like the end for you both, Bendy is still trying in vain, when a funny expression crosses his face.

And he asks you if you trust him. Obviously you didn’t before, but you’re starting to now. He says “Good enough. Now close your eyes, if this doesn’t work, it’s the end for us both.” You do so. And in the blackness of your vision, you hear the ooze of ink, the swirl and stretch of Bendy’s toony sfx and in another few moments, you’ve changed, you feel completely different. Your leg doesn’t hurt anymore for one, but it’s more than that. Opening your eyes sees Bendy again. And looking at yourself, you see flat colors, and dark outlines. Your whole body is simplified and feels stretchy and strange in the extreme.

“Okay, artsy-fart, you’re a toon now, and that means you got some new abilities- there ain’t time to teach ya how to use ‘em all, but ya need to work with me ta get outta this mess.” The monster roars, its voracious mouth waiting to suck you down into a vortex of black ink. The rules of toondom have been explained to you over the course of your journey by Bendy. A toon can do anything, as long as it’s funny.

The both of you together use your toon powers to break free and defeat the monster once and for all.

Now, I can’t decide if Bendy should sacrifice himself to save you or not, but I like him and you leaving the studio together and sharing a big, toony hug once you emerge into the sunshine and going off to have more adventures as a pair.

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Maybe someday I’ll make a visual novel about this, I dunno. I’ve had the idea for a while. The same sort of thing could happen with FNAF too, I suppose, but with the robot’s AI forming a friendship and fighting the homicidal tendencies off in the end to save you.

I just wanna be friends with the cute horror franchise furries.

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@distancedisowned​ hit the HEART.

It’s not often that the studio gets visitors, aside from the business kind. It’s especially rare for them to have an entire school class take a tour of the building. Henry’s a bit excited, for lack of a better term; kids are easy enough to get along with for the most part, if one knows how to handle them.

So, with a grin, he waves the group into the animation department, hums and says, “ --And this is where the MAGIC happens. ”