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Demonic Possession (BATIM smut: Ink Demon x F!Reader) [NSFW]

(art by Hikase555)

Goodie Bag: Vaginal sex, creampie, monster sex, biting/marking, breeding, fluff and smut, dry humping, grinding [please let me know if i'm missing anything].

Now Playing: The Rigs - Devil's Playground (click here to listen)

Taglist: @omniuravity @eldritch-affair and any other fellow monster/demon fuckers!

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A/N: Oooh man, the monster fucker in me is salivating over Ink Demon rn. I couldn't find a lot of Ink Demon smut (if any) so I made one myself. A few things before we start. 1) The ink demon will not be referred to as Bendy in this, just 'the Ink Demon'. I go against canon and see Bendy and the Ink Demon as separate entities, so it applies here. 2) the look of the Ink Demon in this story is going by hikase555's design. The header image is by them, but here's another one for further reference: [click here]. 3) I had my boyfriend help me with the intro, so if there appears to be a slight disconnect in writing styles at the start, that is why. One last thing: if you ever get confused on how kissing works in this, the kisses work pretty much like how it worked in this image: [click here]. Ok, on with the show!

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Bending through the corridors of the Cycle left closed and locked away, a sound painfully wailed behind the walls. He once found comfort being given form, but now he dreads the very existence left to be his fate; why must ink demons have heat cycles?

The Ink Demon knew that his heat would start today, it started the same time each year (wait, do years even go by in the cycle?). He would usually be able to control it by pleasuring himself in many different ways, and it would usually work, but now he was insatiable. He needed to find a mate or else lose his mind trying to hold off til the end of his cycle, which he knew he couldn't do.

As he ran through the list of potential candidates in his head, a shrill scream rang out through the halls. It wasn't a scream he recognized as anyone from the studio, so he went to investigate. He followed the commotion to find a chase between the Projectionist, and a woman he'd never seen before. A smile grew on the Ink Demon's face. Maybe this was his chance.

-Some time before-

You heard the rumors about the abandoned studio from the 1930s near your apartment from many people, but never really believed them. However, the mystery of what could be inside the surprisingly intact building enticed you to go see for yourself. When you entered the studio, everything around you turned black and sepia. You walked through the halls and explored the many rooms, to the point where it seemed endless.

But you soon found that, unfortunately, you were not alone.

Many humanoid blobs made of ink and morphed versions of the Bendy characters would try to attack you, at an increasingly growing rate. You were able to outrun them, but you started to grow paranoid over whether they'll be back. Nevertheless, you kept exploring, but you carried a makeshift weapon (you found a broken piece of pipe). You walked into a room where there was a projector running, displaying some footage for some TV special with Joey Drew as the host. You took a closer look at the projector, impressed by its ability to still run after all these years. But then, you noticed ink starting to drip down the projector. The ink formed into a puddle and then grew into a body, attaching to the projector. It lifted it off the stand and was now a walking ink being with the projector as its head. The creature turned to you and let out a terrifying shriek, then started to charge at you. You dodged it and ran out of the room, the projector being chasing you.

-Now-

You ran and ran as fast as you could but you could hear that projector being catching up to you. Soon, to your horror, you hit a dead end. You turned to see your demise coming closer and closer. You put your arms up in a defensive position and shut your eyes tight, waiting for a swift death. But then there was a loud sound and then, silence. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the projector on the ground, separated from the demon's body. You put your arms down and almost jumped when you saw who killed it.

It was a 7 foot tall, malformed figure with skin made of black ink that almost looked like tar, appearing to have a fit human torso, legs, and arms, but with a very small waist. His head looked like Bendy's, but it looked like someone dumped ink on his head, making him look melted. It covered his eyes, so you couldn't see them, if he even had any. His horns were curved and almost looked like a crescent moon, almost. His smile matched Bendy's, but it was much wider. His left hand had 4 fingers and was wearing a white, ink-stained glove, while the other hand had 5 fingers and wore nothing. While you couldn't help but blush as you looked at him, you noticed that he wasn't trying to attack you. He was just...standing there, looking at you.

He stood motionless, his gaze fixed on you. His presence felt unnerving and sinister as he slowly approached you, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. You started to relax as your fear started to dissipate. When you saw its smile, you couldn’t help but feel a blush appear on your cheeks. The Ink Demon's smile widened as he continued to approach you, his steps slow and deliberate. His gaze, intense and penetrating, never left your face. He then knelt in front of you, his head in front of your chest, which brought a lump to your throat for some reason. Maybe it was the invasion of personal space.

You felt a bit of unease in your stomach due to his gaze, but you figured he was safe, since he saved you from that projector thing. You cautiously reached your hand out and you gently put your hand on his cheek. As your fingers made contact with the Ink Demon's face, his inky skin felt cool and smooth to the touch. The ink didn’t stick to your fingers, much to your surprise. He remained still for a moment before slowly tilting his head slightly, resting his head in your hand, a low purr in his throat. It seemed that he found comfort in your touch.

You reached your other hand to touch his other cheek and you couldn’t help but smile warmly, realizing he wasn’t like the other monsters in this building, and that your assumption of him being safe was right. The Ink Demon's expression seemed to glimmer with a mix of curiosity and something akin to affection as you held his head in your hands. You felt as he slowly placed his large hands around you, like he was holding a doll. The Ink Demon's grip on you was surprisingly gentle, his ink-covered hands enveloping you with an almost protective hold. He was handling you like you were made of glass and if he moved wrong or squeezed you too tight, you’d shatter to pieces.

His gaze remain fixed on your face, his expression filled with a strange sense of connection. You couldn’t deny that you felt that connection too, along with a warm feeling in your chest. You thought about how sweet this demon was being, that maybe this was its true nature. You then thought about how it must’ve been so long since he’s seen anyone here that wasn’t a monster out for blood, and how lonely he must’ve been. After that thought, you felt a sense of compassion for this creature and you leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on his head.

The Ink Demon seemed surprised by the action, because it backed up a bit. You felt like you did something wrong, so you said, “I-I’m sorry. Was that too much..? I..I...” That’s when the Ink Demon slowly shook his head, his face softening as he continued to hold you. He reached up with one hand and gently touched the spot where you kissed him, a small smile forming on his face. Something told you that he really liked that. After that, he lifted you up and took you to another room.

The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a makeshift bed in the middle of the room. Must’ve been where the Ink Demon slept, you figured. As he placed you on the mattress and stood in front of you, you wondered why he brought you here, until you thought more on it.

Why else would someone bring you to their room? Because they want you to stay.

You look at the Ink Demon and ask, “You..want me to stay with you, don’t you?” The Ink Demon's smile widened slightly, and he nodded in response to your question. He released his grip on you but took your hand and gently held it, as if urging you to stay. Well, it wasn’t like there was anything for you outside of the building. You had no one waiting for you, no one to be worried about you if you disappeared. Plus, it’s not like there was a possible exit to this place anyways. So you looked at the demon and smiled, saying, “Alright. I’ll stay with you.” The Ink Demon's eyes lit up with a mixture of gratitude and excitement, then he nuzzled the top of your head and licked your cheek.

You felt a stinging pain on your cheek, so you touched where he licked and there was blood. Turns out you got hurt as you ran away from that Projector Demon. You noticed you got a few scratches on your cheek and on the side of your neck and on your shoulder, all bleeding. “Shit...” you said to yourself. The Ink Demon tilted his head slightly, observing your injuries with a mix of curiosity and concern. Slowly, he went to your cheek again. The Ink Demon’s long, inky tongue snaked out from his mouth and delicately licked at the blood on your wounds. As you felt the stings, you noticed that even though he was terrifying and intimidating, he was still being so gentle with you. As he continued to clean your wounds, a low growl rumbled in his chest, almost as if he was trying to comfort you. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and when you heard his comforting purr, you felt touched that he cared about you enough to comfort you through the pain.

He then moved from your cheek to your neck and shoulder. You felt his hot breath on your neck, his tongue slowly caressing it as he cleaned up the blood. It sent a heat down to your very core and you could feel yourself getting hot from this. As he slid his tongue down to your shoulder wound, you accidentally let out a soft moan. In response, the Ink Demon’s purr deepened as he continued to lick your wounds. His tongue brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His gaze stayed locked on you as he continued to lick you, seemingly lost in thought.

He went towards the spot between your shoulder and your neck and he growled again, but a bit louder this time. He then bit down gently on your skin, drawing a bit of blood. A small, almost unnoticeable amount of ink dripped from his teeth onto your skin, sinking into the bite as he marked you as his. You gasped softly as he bit you, but not out of pain. The ink seemed to numb any pain the bite would've caused and it actually intensified your heat. You couldn’t help but start to feel aroused from his bite, his tongue, his touch, his everything. The Ink Demon’s growling deepened as he continued to leave more marks on your shoulder, now with more purpose than before. He could sense your arousal, and it only served to fuel his own. He knew that you had to be his mate, there was no denying it. He wanted you oh so badly, his very being was screaming for him to devour you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hands out and touch him. You wanted to feel his skin, to know that what you were experiencing was real. The Ink Demon closed his eyes and purred, reveling in the warmth of your touch. You gently touch his arm, trailing your fingers along his slick inky skin. You reached his hand and after feeling his palm and fingers, you gently intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand. He smiled warmly and leaned down slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and allowing your intertwined fingers to rest between you. You blushed red and you felt a warm and tight feeling in your chest. Were you starting to fall for this gentle beast?

You started to trail your other hand down his chest and along his stomach, feeling how smooth his skin was. The Ink Demon inhaled deeply, his body shuddering slightly at your touch. He gazed at you, his cheeks flushed and his smile so warm and inviting. He reached out with his other hand, placing it on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. You gasp softly at his touch, sending shivers down your spine. “Y..You can..t..touch me too...i..if you want,” you were able to say softly.

The Ink Demon pressed his lips against yours, the kiss gentle and slow. His hand moved up your back, tracing the curve of your spine and pulling you even closer to him. His other hand trails down your side, resting on your hip as he explored your body. You kissed him back, letting a moan escape into his mouth. The Ink Demon smiled, pulling away from your lips to kiss your cheek and neck. His hand moved down to your thigh, slowly tracing its contours as he pulled you even closer to him. You sighed softly as his fingers traced along your thigh, opening your legs slightly to let him touch even more of you. The Ink Demon's hand moved further up your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your dress and exploring the smooth skin beneath. He pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a purr and allowing himself to fully experience the sensations that were running through him. You felt your body heat up more as his hand slid up your dress, and you decided to just speed up the process for him. “H..Here...let me help you..”

You undid your dress and let it slide off of you, leaving you nude except for your panties. You heard a deep lust-filled purr in his throat once you were nude. He gently laid you onto the mattress, ready to prepare you for him. The Ink Demon moved his hand up to your breast, squeezing it gently and exploring the contours of your body with his fingertips as he kissed your neck and shoulder, licking the fresh bite mark and your wounds. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling the heat between your legs as he explored your body with his hands, mouth, and tongue. You moaned as you felt the heat from between his legs touch yours. You couldn't help but slowly rub your groin against his, so he felt as good as he was making you feel.

The Ink Demon smiled, admiring your desire for him. His hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss your lips again. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling your warm, wet center against him as you both move against each other, your bodies intertwined and your breaths becoming heavier and faster. The Ink Demon moved his hips against yours, feeling your body shudder with pleasure as you came closer and closer to release. He slipped his hand down to your panties, feeling the wetness between your legs as he ripped them off, exposing you to him completely.

Once your panties were gone, you felt something touch your pussy. You look down and you saw something growing from his groin, which formed into a large cock, matching his skin. The Ink Demon smirked as he grabbed your thighs and rubbed his cock on your pussy for a bit, until he slipped his hand between your bodies, guiding his cock inside of you, gripping both your thighs and slowly pushing himself deep inside. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he stretched your walls so deliciously. He leaned forward, grabbed your jaw, and kissed your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth as he feels your body writhe beneath him. He started doing long and deep thrusts, your bodies entwined and your breath coming in short, gasping breaths as you both feel the pleasure building within you both.

You had never felt this sort of ecstasy before in your life, not even with any other partner. This thing was reaching depths you never knew were possible, sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had. “Ahh..! S..So..good..!!” you couldn’t help but let out of your lips once he broke the kiss. The Ink Demon's hand moved down to your ass, squeezing it gently as he thrusted into you, feeling your body shudder with pleasure. He kissed your neck and shoulder, his tongue exploring the contours of your skin as you both come closer and closer to release. He could feel his cock throb inside of you, the pleasure building within him as he moved faster and faster, feeling her body writhe beneath him.

He changed position slightly as he lost himself in the pleasure, grabbing your wrists and putting them above your head, your legs a bit in the air as he leaned towards you more and thrusted harder into you. You moaned at each thrust, trying not to cry out loud. The Ink Demon let his tongue out and licked up your belly and breasts as he fucked you so well. Ink dripped from his tongue, leaving trails on your body, like you were his canvas for his lust-filled creation.

He kissed your lips once again, feeling your tongue explore his mouth as you both came closer and closer to release. Finally, he felt your body convulse beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you came, your moans filling the air as you cry out in ecstasy. He follows soon after, letting out a primal roar and feeling his cock throb as he filled you full with his hot, sticky seed. You felt like you were in another realm than you were as the pleasure from your release flowed throughout your body and you arched your back. All that existed was your full womb, the cock inside you, your body, and pleasure. You could feel his seed fill your belly so much that the sensation caused a second orgasm to rock your body.

Once you come back to reality, you both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined and covered in each others’ cum as you both caught your breath, before the Ink Demon collapsed onto the bed, laying next to you and pulling you close. The Ink Demon kissed your cheek, feeling your smile as you both lay there, your hearts pounding in your chests. You hugged him close, your head resting on his chest. He then leaned to your ear and whispered in a deep, gravelly voice, “I love you.” While you were a bit surprised he could actually talk, you felt warmth flood your heart and you smile, kissing his cheek before saying, “I love you too.” The Ink Demon smiled, feeling his heart swell with warmth as he hugged you tightly. He rested his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your warm body pressed against his. You both lay there, holding each other close, until eventually, you both fall asleep, your bodies still intertwined.

‘I think I’m going to love this new life,’ you thought to yourself before letting sleep take you.

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[insane-control-room]

altar

Joey comes to ask for forgiveness. He says he's sorry. Henry doesn't think that's enough.

RATED: T - suggestive comments/behavior, uncomfortable situations

WARNINGS: Emotional hurt, tied hands

Length: medium (1750 words)

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Joey stared at the man around the corner, his heart rate accelerating as he observed him. Henry was resting in a hammock, one leg off the side so that he could rock himself as he relaxed. Joey stared, and bit his lip, slowly finding that he was losing his nerve. He was about to slip away when an eye opened, immediately fixing on him. 

A wave of panic crashed over Joey, and he made a move to disintegrate and disappear, but it was too late for him. Henry had made it to him in less than five bounds, his calloused, firm hand wrapping around Joey’s exposed forearm. 

“Joey,” he greeted, smiling, but there was something uncomfortably cold about the flash of his teeth. “What are you doing here?”

Joey stared at him once again, throat dry, hands trembling. Henry’s smile was still bland and neutral, but with a frigid emptiness laying beneath it. It made Joey quite uncomfortable, rather perturbed by the lack of emotion on his old friend’s face. He looked at him quietly, brows furrowed as they stared at one another in silence. 

Henry’s hand tightened sharply on Joey’s arm. 

“I asked you a question. I expect you to answer,” he spoke slowly, clearly, that low voice making Joey want to tremble. “What are you doing here, Joey?” 

“I… I wanted to…” Joey looked to the floor, finally breaking his gaze from the other man. He steeled himself with a breath, though still could not bring himself to look at Henry. “I wanted to ask you to forgive me, Henry.”

“Forgive you,” Henry repeated, staring at him. His smile made his soul ache painfully, yearn to escape. “You’re here to ask me to forgive you.”

“Yes.” Joey said, simple and soft. “I am.” 

He was not sure what he was expecting. A punch in the face, maybe. Being shoved away with the door closing in front of him. Maybe even a good kick between the legs. 

Joey was not expecting laughter. It was low and amused, tranquil but with some darkness lingering on the edges of the mirth. It made Joey’s lungs constrict. Henry released his arm at last, and folded his arms as he looked at Joey, raising an eyebrow. 

“Forgiveness,” he commented, “Is less-”

“For the person you’re apologizing to, and more for yourself, I know,” Joey restrained himself from snapping at him. “Stop messing with me, Stein, and take me seriously. I’m sorry for what I did, okay? For all of this. It never should have gone down like this, and I never should have dragged you down with me- what are you doing.” 

Henry sighed, raising an eyebrow as he lifted the tie he had pulled from beneath his collar. Joey, unsure of what the man was playing at, frowned. Henry put his hand out, gesturing with four fingers once for Joey to put his arms forward. 

Joey did so, and was baffled by the loop Henry tightened around his wrists. It was loose, though, but Henry’s firm hand came to Joey’s arm once again when he tried to pull away out of instinct. A vague sense of alarm rippled through him, but he was confident that Henry would not harm him, resulting in a conflicted meld of emotions. 

“Henry-”

“On your knees.” Henry calmly demanded. Joey stared at him, and watched Henry’s eyes harden. Swallowing harshly, he opened his mouth to protest, only for Henry to cut him off again. “Do you want to be forgiven or not? Show me you mean it.” 

Joey’s mouth closed slowly, and he hesitated, glancing to the floor again. It came closer as he knelt down slowly, discomfited but trying to put on a brave face (he was failing miserably at that, and they both knew it). As he moved down, the fabric of the tie tightened around his wrists, and honestly, he felt like crying, though he ignored that urge as hard as he could. 

“Okay, Joey,” Henry smiled at him again. “That was a good start. Try again.”

“Try- try what?” Joey asked, confused and upset. Henry’s smile relaxed him just a touch, encouraging. Joey wracked his empty head, shaking it in an attempt to figure out what Henry wanted from him. “You want me to apologize again?” 

Henry did not reply with words, only smiling once more. Joey took a deep breath. 

“I’d like to apologize,” he started, his voice tight. He paused, clearing his throat to loosen his words. “For everything I’ve done to harm you, and- and everyone else. But, you first. You didn’t deserv- hey!” 

Henry, his hand still on the end of the tie, had yanked on Joey’s arms with it, making him pitch forwards off balance. To add insult to injury, Henry’s jacket suddenly landed on his head, blocking his vision entirely as he landed harshly on his hands. He scrambled back onto his haunches as he yanked down the jacket over his face, opening his mouth to give Henry a piece of his mind- only for it to go dry immediately. 

Henry’s shirt had been partially opened, and Joey struggled to keep his eyes from dipping between the fabric and onto his chest. Henry’s hands were on the straps of his suspenders, pulling them off his shoulders deliberately, still smiling down at Joey. 

“Henry,” Joey mouthed, looking up at him with wide eyes. He fought the liquid that threatened to build up within them, blinking rapidly and it went away. Henry’s blank smile stung like wasp bites. “I’m sor-”

“Are you?” Henry asked calmly, with an icy edge as he removed his suspenders. He sighed as he snapped them between his hands, making Joey flinch at the twang. “Are you truly sorry, Joey?”

“I am,” Joey tried to keep a whine out of his tone, getting more stressed, watching the suspenders twirl around Henry’s hands. At least it was a distraction from his chest; as lined with muscle as it was. Feeling warmth trickle into his face, Joey looked away. “Really.”

“Are you, now?” Henry asked quietly, snapping the metal tipped straps once again. Joey could not meet his eye. “Joey. Look at me.”

He glanced up, and then broke his gaze again, face blazing with shame. 

“Joey.”

He repressed a shiver as the suspender strap came under his jaw, forcing him to look up at Henry once again. The metal clasps of the suspenders were strikingly cold, bringing forth the shudder Joey tried to hide. Mercifully, Henry tossed aside the suspenders upon noting the uncertain discomfort with which Joey was eyeing them, but he made no comment on it. Joey bit his lip as he watched the arch of the elastic. Slowly, he managed to look back at Henry. 

“I-” Joey swallowed down his nerves again. Joey’s eyes strained to remain on Henry’s form, focusing as hard as he could on his eyes. He mumbled his next words. “I said that I was sorry.”

“Said?” Henry laughed again. It was like ice on his arms, causing goosebumps to rise up. “You said. There’s just a small problem with that, Joey. You say a lot of things. Make a lot of promises. Talk up a pretty picture. It’s rare that you deliver on it- like you are right now.” 

Joey’s mouth was full of cotton; dry, stiff and unable to say a single word in his defense. Half lidded, Henry’s eyes came to his mouth, and then his hand did, a gentle caress on his jaw slipping up to a grip on his mouth. 

“Do you think that you’re able to get whatever you ask for?” Henry laughed, eyes crinkling with humor. Joey did not know what he found so funny. “You said you’re sorry. Do you really think you deserve forgiveness, Joey?” 

Joey kept quiet. He did not really think that way, but knew that saying anything was not going to be a good idea. There also was the fact that Henry’s strong hold on his face prevented him from saying anything coherent, anyways. Joey’s hands tightened on his own knees, digging crescents in the fabric with his nails. 

“Said,” Henry scoffed, though his voice was sunshine; and he leaned even closer, starry smile even brighter than before. “Maybe you should try begging instead.” 

Now the tears began to drip. Henry jerked his hand away from Joey as though his skin burned him. Staring down at him, his smile was gone. 

“I’m sorry,” Joey choked, sniffling as he tried to keep his roiling emotions under control. “Please, please, please forgive me. If you don’t, at least say so. I’m trying, I promise, I’m trying to make it count. Henry, please forgive me!”

“Joey-”

“I’m sorry that our studio wasn’t working out, and I’m sorry that I put more on you than you could take, and I’m sorry that I didn’t know where to stop,” Joey went on, sobbing harshly. The crushing weight of his failures felt like shackles on his wrists, tied to the heavy chains with naught but Henry’s tie. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please forgive me for everything I’ve done to wrong you. Please. I- I am begging you, Henry. I’ll keep begging you until you believe me. Please, please….”

“Joey….”

“I don’t know how to make it up to you,” Joey looked up at him miserably through his streaming tears. “I’m sorry that I don’t know… please, give me a chance. Please. I’ll- I’ll do anything, just say it, please-”

“Okay- okay- I-” Henry looked down at him with a torn look, smile completely gone, jarringly made uncomfortable by his own demands. After a moment of shifting where he stood, he knelt down and put his hands on Joey’s shoulders. “Maybe that was a little cruel of me. We’re both in this hell.”

Joey looked at him with the saddest, wettest eyes Henry had ever seen. Henry quickly spoke to try to get rid of them. 

“I can’t forgive you,” he said quietly. Joey’s gaze broke away again, and his tears restarted. Henry lifted his head despite the fact his tears burned his hands. “Not yet, okay? If I see you really mean it-”

It was Henry’s turn to be cut off, Joey’s bound arms coming down over his shoulders in an awkward, but tight, hug. 

Henry slowly hugged him back as he cried. 

“It’s okay, Joey,” Henry soothed, though they both knew it was not okay. “You’ll make it. I believe I can forgive you, one day.”

Joey almost believed him. 

[lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs]

"No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving." with darknsweet and his aus Norman (forgot his nickname)

"Worthy"

Norman/Sammy, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: mild swearing, mildly dark thoughts, two men kissing

Wordcount: 10147

Happy birthday Sammy, lmao

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It was such a nice day. The birds were singing. The trees rustled in the wind. The sun was slowly moving toward the horizon. Even the Lost Ones, the most cautious and tense creatures of the studio, were especially relaxed now. For the first time in decades, they looked… so happy. The only one who stood out was Sammy. While everyone was getting ready for the evening and night, he was just sitting some distance away, looking at the sun and the fluffy clouds around him.

Norman was concerned. Sammy had been there for at least a couple hours now. At first the projectionist hadn't wanted to bother him, thinking the prophet was making plans for their life outside the studio. But now Sammy's behavior seemed odd.

Along with taking a couple steps toward Sammy, Norman turned around and met eyes with Sarah. She was helping to organize the fire, carrying a bundle of twigs, and froze when Norman looked at her. After a couple of seconds of silent staring, she nodded her head gently toward the musician, signaling that it was the projectionist who should talk to him. The Lost One realized that Sammy would only open up to someone he absolutely trusted. If she or anyone else tried to talk to him, he would push them away. It had taken many years, but now Sarah understood that. With a final nod to Norman as well, Sarah withdrew to the others. The one-eyed man headed toward Sammy, who was sitting on the grass.

The musician didn't even notice he was being approached until Norman started talking.

"Sammy, are you okay?" - the projectionist asked. The musician flinched involuntarily and turned around, coming face to face with a worried Norman.

Sammy gave him a little smile.

"Yeah, it's okay," his voice sounded as soft and confident as ever. But clearly unused to having a face now, the musician couldn't hide his tired eyes and strained smile.

"Uh, no, you don't look okay," Norman replied. Sammy's smile became even more strained and awkward. Norman could see through him, and Sammy didn't like it.

"You're just imagining things," the musician squeezed out. He thought his nonexistent heart clenched when the projectionist sighed.

Norman glanced around cursorily. Behind him was the camp of the Lost Ones. Too many eyes and ears. No matter how hard you tried, Sammy wouldn't say anything. The one-eyed man shrugged.

"Whatever you say. But you know what? I found a remote spot with a nice view. You want to watch the sunset from there?"

The former prophet hesitated, looking away from Norman for a few seconds. But he nodded and stood up, shaking the dust off his pants.

"All right, let's go."

Norman led him away from the camp, to a small hill a few hundred meters away. Even though Norman's main purpose was to get Sammy away to talk, he didn't lie about the beautiful view the two inky men had in front of them.

Now that they were alone, the projectionist hoped that the one-actor show would stop playing out in front of him. He moved a little closer so that their shoulders were lightly touching.

"Sammy, be honest, is something wrong?"

The musician looked back at him for a second, quickly averting his gaze and looking up at the pinking sky. He frowned slightly, thinking. Then exhaled, admitting defeat.

"Nothing much has happened. It's just…I'm tired."

Now it was Norman's turn to frown.

"Hey, didn't we agree that you'd go to take a nap when you were tired? I thought you learned how to turn that "radio" thing off when you wanted to."

"Yeah, I've kinda learned to do that," Sammy sighed, pulling up his knees and resting his head on them. "But for some reason, I keep hearing voices sometimes."

"Their voices?" - Norman raised an eyebrow. The musician shook his head.

"They sound different. Or he, I'm not sure," noticing Norman's tilted head, Sammy clarified. "It's like one voice is trying to sound different. Whispering, changing the tone and manner of speech," the musician spread his hands.

"And what does he or they tell you?" The projectionist tilted his head slightly toward him.

Sammy looked away. It was unexpected to see guilt and... fear on his face?

"It doesn't matter".

"Ohoho, nah, you're not walking away from it now. What are they telling you in there?"

"U-um... It's…nothing special," Sammy squeezed his head into his shoulders a little. He flinched slightly when his hand was touched.

"Sammy, don't try to make excuses. I'm serious," Norman's tone made Sammy relax a little, looking down at his feet with a guilty puppy dog look.

"He says a lot of things."

"What kind of things?"

The musician sighed again.

"Like…that I don't deserve to be here." While his boyfriend froze in shock, Sammy continued. Surprisingly, the musician sounded calm. "That I didn't deserve anything good. I didn't deserve this body. I didn't deserve to be free from the studio."

"That's bullshit," Norman's voice cut through. But before he could continue, Sammy, as if in a trance, spoke again.

"I think that's the only thing that's fair. I've been lying for a very long time. I've used everyone around me. I've caught and killed innocent people… I guess it's their restless souls that haunt me. It's my fault. I shouldn't have become a leader. I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve your love. I didn't deserve to be saved."

Sammy was stopped by Norman's fingers touching the musician's lips.

"That's enough. No one dares speak like that about the one I love," Norman spoke low and quiet, looking at him with an incredibly serious expression on his face. "Not you, not some fucking voice in your head."

Sammy tried to concentrate on looking at the grass and his boots. A typical reaction for him. Norman gently took him by the chin, turning him to face him. The musician stiffened, seeing how the movie mechanic's gaze was filled with worry and…tenderness.

"Sammy, listen carefully to what I'm about to say. No matter what these voices tell you. No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving. Everything you've done, you've done for our good. No matter how horrible you think your actions are, they don't change the fact that you more than anyone else deserve a good ending."

Silence.

They looked at each other and it was as if time had stopped for them. The rays of the slowly setting sun painted everything around them in warm colors. The birds were quiet. The wind stopped blowing.

Everything stood still.

Norman moved his hand slightly and placed it on Sammy's cheek. The one-eyed man moved toward him, already thinking of realizing his long-held dream.

But he stopped.

And instead just kissed his forehead.

"Understood?"

He gave the musician a quick smile, letting him go and sitting up straight, finally turning his attention to the view.

"What a view he-" Norman didn't have time to finish, frozen like a statue by the feel of something at the corner of his mouth. Sammy, who was much closer than before, pulled back with a barely noticeable smile.

"Thank you. Maybe one day I'll be able to believe what you say."

No, it was just a crime to tease him like that.

Or was that consent?

The mechanic couldn't think about it. His only desire forbade him to be distracted by anything. Putting one hand on the musician's shoulder and taking his chin again with the other, he turned him toward him and kissed him.

For real this time.

Norman's head stopped working. The mechanisms in his chest hummed. There was a sudden sweetness on his tongue. He would have been glad to spend eternity like that. But he was stopped by Sammy's hands resting on his shoulders.

Now, looking at his face, Norman realized that … fucked up. Sammy just stared at him in shock.

Golden eyes wide open. Mouth slightly open. A flushed face.

A flushed face?

The scarlet rays of the nearly set sun lay calmly on the white inky skin. The musician seemed to be flushed, which actually suited his dazed expression very well. It was incredibly cute.

What Norman couldn't know was that he had the same panicked and flushed face. The newly formed couple turned away from each other, dying a little inside.

"W-what was that?"

"A kiss?"

"That doesn't feel like anything you've done before!" The musician put his palm to his lips, hundreds of thoughts swarming in his head. "You never came in my mouth before."

"…Was it disgusting?" The projectionist spoke more softly, as if the air had been cut off. A mistake like that would be hard to undo. With worry, he took a quick glance at the musician.

He was surprised and relieved to find his eyes shining brightly.

"…M-my first impulse was to bite your tongue off," he muttered, still not daring to look at Norman. "But…I can't say that…it was disgusting. It was just…very unexpected," Norman was bumped on his shoulder. "Don't do something like that without asking beforehand!"

That got a couple of weak chuckles out of the one-eyed man, and he was able to relax.

"…Too bad our first kiss was such a mess…maybe we should try again?"

The intonation with which Norman said it made Sammy wince a little. The red rays perfectly matched his slightly panicked expression. But Sammy tried to respond, making his voice sound just as cheeky as the projectionist's. The face the musician tried to make to match the tone still looked very awkward.

"…You're a sly one, Mr. Polk," he wanted to say something else, but forgot all the words as he turned and almost bumped his nose into Norman's. There were now several centimeters between their faces. The one-eyed man continued to stare at him mockingly and insolently.

Though the musician tried to hide his embarrassment and even some panic, the projectionist had long ago made it clear that he saw right through Sammy.

"I'm also very brazen," Norman said in a much lower voice. Thanks to his ability to keep a brick face and the lack of blood, otherwise they'd both be red-faced like little schoolboys on a first date. "... May I?"

The projectionist's gaze shifted for a second to the former prophet's lips and then immediately returned to his eyes. The second of silence that hung between them seemed like an eternity.

Until Sammy almost moved in, copying Norman's tone.

"You may."

[howdy-folks-its-showtime]

The Ink Demonth - Day Nine Failure

Anxious and a perfectionist, Showtime is either a kid with too much on his shoulders, a madman like his father Joey Drew, or a promising, eager director depending on who you ask. With a strong need to please and a determination to prove himself worthy of his status as the one to continue the legacy of his father, one of Showy's biggest fears is letting his family down. Failure is the worst thing he could ever imagine having to face, to him nothing is scarier. Which is saying something when you're as anxious as him. But we all have to face failure in order to reach success, something Showtime would have to learn again and again…

[bamb-procrastinates]

Yeaah new Chapter :D

And hopefully the next one would be about Sammy and them kiddies

[temyteabag]

Oh no! I wonder what got the siblings so mad?

And here it is! Finally! The desings I have for the siblings in the fic I'm writting The Colors Of Creation is finally, finally!, coming together in my head and notes. I've been wanting to write it since, like 2020 and I'm just so proud of how is coming along!

[syra-mfs]

Ink Demonth day 24- Exaggeration

My first thought on this word was Twisted Alice Angel's left side. She wanted to be too perfect that became an exaggeration.

Her goals reminded when I tried to be perfect on scores on highschool. Spoiler : ended bad.

"Perfection comes an exaggeration of yourself "

[darling-devils-advocate]

ch 3 dropped real???? (me when i lie)

i rewrote an older side fic taking place in the au. it’s fluff but not really? idk what makes fluff fluff so this the best i got. it goes a decent bit into sammy as a person + his slow descent into madness and growing feelings for his feral soon-to-be bf

that fic is gonna be updated w new, smaller stories that don’t make it into the main fic :)

read Between The Lines on ao3

[because-why-not-a-batim-blog-too]

I want to update henry and the nope machine again (sometimes that 4/14 stuff can inspire me) but I may warm up to it with some sketches from each chapter to re-familiarize myself with my own fic so that the next chapter doesn’t read too differently.

With the cage hopefully coming out this year, I’m hoping to find that inspiration again. I do get a kick out of this fic.

[deadal3x]

Young and Beautiful [Henry Stein X Linda Stein; a BATIM songfic]

“Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?; Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?; I know you will… -Young and Beautiful, Lana del Rey

I've seen the world, done it all Had my cake now Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel Air now Hot summer nights, mid-July When you and I were forever wild The crazy days, city lights The way you'd play with me like a child

Linda laughed, spinning with Henry in the grass. a soft smile rested on her face, never wavering. a new, shiny engagement ring rested on her finger, their shared laughter echoing throughout the night. He held her close, his short blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes looking down at her as he showered her in love.

Henry lifted her once more, spinning her again.

I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now

Channeling angels in the new age now

Hot summer days, rock and roll

The way you'd play for me at your show

And all the ways I got to know

Your pretty face and electric soul

Linda held onto Henry closely as they walked into the release of his newest cartoon- the debut of the studio’s newest character, Alice Angel- watching with an awe-inspired smile on her face. Many men and women waved to her Husband- congratulating him on his rising success at Joey Drew Studios. He waved back, thanking them all genuinely- always humble, Linda thought happily, watching as he lived his dream. he reached for her, pulling her closer as he told the crowd about her. Always loving, she waved to the crowd, who cheered for her. people snapped pictures, some chanting for them to kiss. Henry laughed, pulling Linda in close, placing a loving kiss on her lips.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

Linda frowned, watching as the sun dipped past the horizon. Henry had left hours ago, to tell Joey he was leaving the studio. He promised to return by sundown at the latest, and he hadn’t walked back in; he hadn’t pulled her into his grasp, whispering words of love from his heart to her. Linda’s heart ached as she sat waiting for him to return, waiting to hear his tired voice speaking softly to her as he carried her to their shared bedroom- holding her as they drifted to sleep together.

Linda went to bed alone, aching for him.

Dear Lord, when I get to heaven

Please, let me bring my man

When he comes, tell me that You'll let him in

Father, tell me if You can

All that grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party

He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

Linda’s hands shook as she stared at the officers, their expressions somber. her hand rested on her pregnant belly, listening to their pitied apologies for her loss. her mind echoed with thoughts, as she felt her baby kick- as if recognizing it’s mother was distressed.

He was gone, they assumed, after a month of no leads in her Husbands missing case. We’re sorry for your loss, they told her, glancing at her belly. We tried our best to find him.

Linda closed the door, calmly thanking them for informing her. She sunk to the floor, her heart aching as she processed their words.

we have no other reason than to presume your husband, Henry Stein as deceased.

the words echoed in her head, and she prayed to god that they where wrong.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

Linda opened the door, yelling to her daughter to stop running as she did. Looking out she saw a young woman, holding a well-loved book.

my name’s Audrey, she said. I found your husband.

Linda shook her head, laughing slightly. She told the young woman she must have the wrong house, that her husband died years ago. She tried closing the door, but a hand stopped it.

a new person came into view. Tired brown eyes smiled at her, catching her off guard. Her husband, several years older than the last time she saw him stood outside her small two bedroom house.

his soft, tired voice filled her ears, and she teared up.

“I’m home, Linda.” he said. “I love you.”

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?

Henry stepped inside, pulling Linda into a long awaited kiss, an unmoving smile on their faces. as they spoke softly, a new voice joined them.

“Mommy, who’s that?” Linda’s young daughter asked, a sketchbook in hand. Henry stared at the girl, eyes wide with awe.

“This is your father, sweetie. remember the stories I told you about him?” The young girl grinned wide, jumping up and down, showing her father her book, excitedly explaining how she learned to draw his once iconic cartoon characters.

“I’m so happy you’re home!”

“I’m happy to be home..”

[littledemon55]

Beach Episode with the Gang 🏖️💜 (My Internet-sona & my two Batim OCs)

This amazing artwork was made by KobraDemon, go check them out! :D

My Batim OCs are called Kim Aniol and Melanie Star :3 They appear in my batim books on Wattpad

[random-lil-illing]

so, no art today because i'm trying to take a small break from drawing so i don't burn myself out. i do, however, bring a poem (?? a speech? a fanfic? technically counts as all three) !! i'll let you figure out who it's being told to (who the angel is), who the devil is, and who's saying it all. the tags might give a few hints :)

"did it hurt? it must've. getting dragged away from heaven can't have brought you anything less than agony. 

the devil tricked you, didn't he? he dressed and talked like an angel, sneaking his way into heaven. i don't blame you for trusting him - he looked just like you and offered you his hand, which radiated warmth. your hands were always freezing, of course you'd be attracted to someone who ran hot, even if it was in all the wrong ways.

you were always so naive, so trusting. you always saw the best in people. how were you meant to see a devil in disguise, when he was offering to bring your dreams to life? to bring you down to earth? it was something you'd always dreamed of, the mortal plane - a beautiful paradise where you were in control, where you'd be worshipped for just being yourself - for being an angel.

but when he took your hand and started leading you down, he didn't stop at the mortal plane, no, he kept going until he reached the deepest damned pits of hell. somewhere you'd never be cherished like you were promised you'd be, not in the slightest. no, down here in hell, you were only his puppet, used for everyone's entertainment. but what the devil didn't realize is that, just like him, angels changed when they were in an environment opposite to theirs. heavenly beings like yourself were made for the gentle breeze and soft lifestyle the clouds brought, not the daunting flames and the stress hell threw onto you. and everyone knows that things that are meant to stay cold melt when brought into a hot area. and melt you did - you melted right in front of everyone. and did the devil bring you back? of course he did. he didn't go through all the effort to bring you down here just for you to turn into a puddle on your first day. 

he tried, he tried so hard to turn you into something you never were, he tried for days to form you into a demon's view of an angel. but, as with all the devil's ideas, it didn't work out very well. he brought you back, sure, but you didn't quite turn out right. you were different than before, than what you were meant to be in his eyes. his little experiment on you failed. it wasn't your fault, no, it never was, but did you really think the ruler of hell himself would take the blame? of course not. so he hand fed you lies with those claws of his, while caressing the face that didn't belong to you, only ever responding to a voice that wasn't yours. he told you were hideous, ugly, terrifying. you believed him, and you had every reason to. the demons, they mocked you, they compared you to what you looked like back in heaven, to what an angel is supposed to look like. and you looked nothing like either of those, you looked nothing like what you had known your whole life. of course you'd think you weren't pretty. of course you'd turn to the devil's ways just to get your beauty back. 

oh, how i wish i was there when it all happened, so i could tell you the truth. so i could tell you that you were never scary or misshapen. no, you were always gorgeous in my eyes. even when the devil tainted your mind with his words, even when you continued with your immoral ways long after the devil's chains that held you back snapped. you're not ugly, never were, you just weren't meant to be down here.

what he did to you was twisted, sickening. and yet, you're somehow the villain in this story. in your story."

[karmavongrim]

Inky Wings of Hope fanfic idea

Fanfic idea of Henry finally breaking the cycle and freeing them to their new world.

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Finally, it was going to be over. At least that was an elderly man known as Henry Stein, the former head animator of Joey Drew Studios or what was left of it, hoped for.

In his ink stained hand he held an old film reel labeled as ‘The End’. He took another look at it before looking at the monstrous form of his beloved cartoon character he created decades ago, Bendy. The hulking demon made of living ink stood in front of him in seeming anxiousness of what was about to happen. Henry didn’t blame him, trapped in the studio for who knows how long now with no way getting out had made all the denizens of the studio lose all of their hope, not to mention most of their sanity. He was close to that fate too couple of times if not for the unexpected but welcomed company of his not-so-little devil darling that blossomed into a proper friendship over the past hundred cycles.

“The moment of truth bud. Hope this works.” He said as confidently as he could muster. Their crazy plan was almost complete, after much trying and failing.

Henry had started to think and theorize just how Joey Drew, his former friend and coworker, managed to do all of this. From his knowledge the bastard was a regular human just like him, yet he was still able to bring cartoons to life and trap an entire studio along with it’s workers within a time loop. There were hints of course, but it took him more than a dozen retries to connect the dots.

All the pentagrams, sacrifices, Joey’s memoir along with some other things, big and small, told him of three possible theories. Joey either made a deal with an actual devil, he actually was a devil himself, or he used dark magic of his own.

In the past he would have laughed at such notions but after everything that has happened it no longer seemed too out of realm of possibility. Since Henry didn’t want to explore his first and second theory, not yet at least, he went with the last one and started to research and experiment as much as possible without attracting Joey’s attention. If his hypothesis was proven correct, then he would be able to level the playing field a bit.

If Joey was able to learned to use magic they why couldn’t he? He would make that bastard taste his own medicine.

Through trial and error he managed to make progress constantly, he hated to give Joey any credit but just like he had said in one of his recordings, “You just have to believe”.

The power of imagination is truly terrifying down here, just a single strong thought is enough turn ink into metaphorical gold. But like with anything else in life, nothing is free. The magic and soul infused ink around the studio he used for his experiments had started to seep into his very being with the constant interaction, it became part of him and he part of it. He learned to manipulate it, and when ever he did the ink would start to glow golden light. Only thing remotely similar to it he has seen was whenever he died and had to crawl his way out of the inky abyss towards the exits of golden light. He learned to created simple objects using the tainted ink as long it was nothing extravagant, and they didn’t last more than fifteen minutes, and it would leave him too tired to try and created anything else for a half an hour at least.

It took lots of planning, detective work, and hundreds of retries to make his plan come to fruition.

What he had learned is that Joey had managed to create a pocket in time and space, isolating the studio within itself. And that also needed anchors to determine where the loop began and where it ended, as well as some others to create extra stability. Easiest way to describe it would be to imagine a rolled out paper that has paper weights on top of it to preventing it from rolling back in on itself.

It took time to identify and locate all the anchors and at some of them he felt like strangling Joey or kicking himself. First was that cursed letter Henry always sees which he was certain marked the cycle’s beginning and second is the reel at the end that would bring you back to the beginning. Others were the Ink Machine to nobody’s surprise, the door that led from Joey’s apartment to the studio and a creepy looking Bendy cutout holding a sign saying “Wandering is a terrible sin.”, which almost scared the life out of him when he was testing his magic by traveling between spaces.

These were all key components to his plan to set everyone free and he needed to destroy them all. A theory he had come up with is that if the anchors were destroyed then this makeshift world should pop like a bubble when it was no longer being held together and return everything to it’s original place.

Or it could wipe them all out of existent entirely.

Or it would fail miserably and the cycle would continue like nothing had happened. But in all honesty they had nothing to lose at this point, plus the chance of getting out of here or being erased completely were far more appealing options than being stuck in this hell hole for the rest of eternity.

With a new wound energy the ex-animator had strode through the halls and rooms with practiced ease after using his new powers to destroy these objects in his wake. With destruction of each anchor he felt the space around him shake just like a house would if you demolished it’s support beams. This gave him confidence that he was on the right track and to keep going, but he needed to be quick so that Joey wouldn’t realize what was going on until it was too late for him. And as if knowing that this was their only possible chance to finally be free, everybody who he came in contact with quietly let him pass without an issue. Some of them had even helped him with some tasks so that he could reach the end faster.

And now here Henry was, reel in hand, standing on a podium that housed a makeshift throne in the middle of a circular room, it’s walls decorated with movie screens. Bendy is standing still, looking at him intently. Closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of the final anchor and its hold on the world around him, he started to unravel the inky spider web acting as glue. One thread after another dissolved under his golden touch, and each time the world around them shook as the remaining supports were destroyed. And when the last thread broke, so did the reel into golden particles.

Then nothing. The tremors stopped.

Henry opened his eyes in disbelieve. Did he really fail? All the energy left his body along with any hope of getting any of them out. Crashing to his knees he couldn’t stop tears from falling, not that he cared. It should have worked, they should all be free now.

While Henry’s mind was reeling from the horrid possibility of being truly stuck because of him destroying both the beginning and the end, making them unable to even restart the cycle, he didn’t notice when Bendy began moving towards him.

The man’s mind was somewhere far away when Bendy clumsily laid next to him. Slowly the elderly man lifted a shaky hand to pat the toon next to him, and with as shaky voice contemplated.

“I-I don’t u-understand? I-It should have w-worked. Everything pointed t-towards this working, s-so why…?” He turned to look at the passive demon next to him.

“I’m s-so sorry.” Bendy moved a bit closer to the man whom he knew was his true creator, who in turn leaned in so that their foreheads touched.

“I just w-wanted to help everyone. To set us all free from t-this hell. Was it really too m-much to a-ask?”

He cursed his inability to fix this, but more then that he cursed the one who did this to them all.

“Curse you Joey Drew!” He shouted at the ceiling of their personal prison before slumping on top of Bendy, having lost most of his will to even move. Before closing his eyes he muttered.

“I just wanted all of us to finally have peace, to finally be free.”

He closed his eyes only to snap them open when he felt like his entire body along with his mind and soul being carved open.

He screamed.

Bendy was startled and rose to his full height, looking at the man who was now writhing in absolute agony on the floor. The ink demon whined in distress and circled around, not knowing what to do or what was happening.

Golden cracks started to run across the animator’s body and bleed into his surroundings. Tremors from before were back and stronger than ever. Walls and the ceiling cracking from the force, letting golden light dazzle the once dismal halls with never before seen warmth.

Bendy did the only thing he could think of and dove to cover his creator. Henry, despite still feeling like he was experiencing his most painful death yet, noticed this action and with great difficulty reached to touch the toon on top of him.

“B-Bendy-” Was all he managed to say before closing his now glowing golden eyes when a next jolt of pain shook his body, seemingly in tune with the tremors that are destroying the place. This caused Bendy to curl even more around them both and he would swore that he heard his creator say.

“L-Love you b-bud. Always.” Before they were engulfed by blinding light.

[howdy-folks-its-showtime]

You Have To Have Heart

All good artists put passion into the work they create. It's something Sammy knows intimately as an artist himself. You can't create art without love for what you're creating. It's also something high and mighty businessmen don't understand.

So he's not thrilled when he has to ask the head of a local studio to hire him in an upcoming interview.

However, Joey is far from the average high and mighty businessman... And Sammy is about to learn that and find himself more passionate about his work than perhaps he should be...

[sonasnowdrop]

Weren’t supposed to see

(I interrupt my normal fic program to give you a prequel!!! Mainly just some lore ab Azael (Anne) I cant just not wrote ab her)

Before the cycle: Bendy?

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Anne hummed to herself while drawing, she was doodling her ideas for a new bendy episode for her father. Her father had been very low on ideas for bendy episodes ever since he started working on bendyland, and Anne wanted to do everything in her power to help. It had been very rough since uncle Henry left the studio.

Singing could be heard from afar, this singing coming from the recording studio. Allison Pendle had such a wonderful voice, it made Anne smile. The little girl was overwhelmed with joy when hearing that she was going to be the new Alice angel. Though, she’d definitely miss Susie since she was like a mother to her at times.

Anne had a few run ins with Allison when with her father, she seemed like such a wonderful woman and a perfect actor for Alice.

Susie will be fine, she’ll live.

The little lady thought while doodling.

Anne was sitting in the far corner of the recording studio where she’d be out of the way. The little lady had finished up her ideas and wanted to show her papa what she had come up with. She was left under the super vision of the music director Sammy Lawrence and had to ask permission to leave. However, she decided to wait until the rehearsal was finished.

When it was complete, she tugged on Sammy with one hand, her other hand being completely full of drawings. Sammy scoffed at the young girl before speaking.

"what is it?" Sammy sighed, putting his cup of coffee on a dirty counter top.

"Have you seen papa? I just finished a bunch of ideas I think he’ll like!" Anne explained, doodle papers flooded her hands.

Sammy almost gave a half assed answer before a soft voice broke between the two.

"He might be in his office, dear!" Allison interrupted. Anne nodded and headed out the door, making sure to shut it behind herself.

"You sure you should be letting her run around the studio without supervision?" Norman asked, Sammy scoffed again before answering.

"She’ll be fine, she knows her way around." The director reassured Norman, even if Anne got lost in the studio somehow, they’d go looking for her before Joey found out.

Norman turned to Allison, to which the woman gave him a reassuring nod. He sighed and let it go.

Anne skipped down the studios halls, stopping only to wave at employees.

"Hi, Mr Franks!" She said skipping down the hall.

"Howdy, little angel! Where ya headed?" Wally asked while waving back, he seemed to be sweeping.

"To papas office, I got some great ideas I think he might like!" The little lady replied with joy, balancing the papers and crayons in her arms. Wally laughed and lifted his hat a bit.

"You be careful now, some pipes fell near Mr Drew’s office." Wally informed the little lady, she nodded and promised she’d be alright.

She marched into the Administration lobby. Many employees were there, some of her favorites! She gave each employee a nice wave or a 'hello!' Before continuing on her way. Making a few turns, she approached her fathers office.

Office of Joey Drew

Was in bold text above the door, fancy.

She opened the door without a second thought.

"Papa, papa! I got some great ideas I wanted to share with…" the little girl paused and scanned the room. Where was her father? She looked around the room for him once more, but he wasn’t there.

Maybe he’s elsewhere?

She thought, turning around and leaving the office. The girl tried asking other employees if they had seen her father, but they all had no clue, none of them seemed to care either.

The little lady left the Administration lobby, and headed back to the recording studio, assuming maybe her father went there to talk with Sammy about rehearsal or something.

The girl skipped back on her previous path, before stopping. She took a few steps back, and stood in front of the infirmary. A sound within the infirmary caught her attention, sounds that seemed unpleasant reeked within. Anne felt a bit uneasy, but closes the space between her and the infirmary doors. She decided to free her hands, placing her drawings onto a nearby stool.

The young girl turned to the door once more, now that she was close enough she could hear someone crying within. Above her was a sign on the door, it read

DANGER KEEP OUT

However, Anne completely ignored this sign and pushed the doors open. Luckily for her the door was left unlocked.

She pushed the doors open with struggle, there was something blocking it from the inside. She pushed hard, knocking the boxes that barricaded the door over.

Upon entering, dust hit her nose and she sneezed. Pushing forward, she followed the cry’s and was lead to another door with a danger sign. She ignored the sign once again, for whoever was crying might be an employee in need. She wanted to help.

She pushed the door open and was met with darkness, there was large cell like doors in the far back side of the room, but more importantly the cry’s had abruptly stopped upon Anne entering. She wasn’t scared, but it definitely did catch her off guard.

"Hello?" The young girl muttered, her voice echoing through the room.

No response.

She continued forward towards the cell, a face slowly emerged within the cells darkness. The young girl took some steps back in shock and spoke again.

"Who’re you?" Anne said, whoever inside the cage flinched when she spoke.

The young girl reached for a light switch, but was met with a lever and pulled that instead.

The dark room soon flooded with light, though it was hard to see inside the cell clearly, since no lights shined within. Anne walked closer to the cell, and a familiar smile met her gaze, she stopped and gasped with awe.

"..Bendy..?" Anne said with a low voice, what was this?

"Y-you’re…real..?" She spoke again and took a step forward, however the creature slightly slid back. To the young girl’s surprise, the creature seemed to be completely limbless.

"Whoa, this is amazing…" Anne smiled, and crouched in front of the cell and wrapped her hands around the cold bars.

"It’s okay, I won’t hurt you; promise!" She reassured the creature. Anne was the kind of girl who wasn’t afraid of anything, even if this was strange, and she didn’t know what this was, she wasn’t scared at all.

Anne continued to beckon the limbless creature. It inspected her, before sliding closer to the bars that kept them apart.

The young girl slide her hand through the bars, offering her hand. The creature lifted its nubbed limb. Slowly, a hand formed, imitating or using Anne’s own hand as reference to form its own.

Once it somewhat formed into a hand, it placed its inky imitation into Anne’s hand.

The young girl smiled, the creature smiled back; on the inside.

Anne then stood up, letting go of the demons hand for a moment.

"How do I get you outta there?" The girl asked, the demon turned its head towards a far corner of the room, the girl did the same. She noticed a red button.

"Ah!" The girl exhaled, and hurried over to the button. When pushing it, a loud buzz filled the room. Then, the cell opened with quite struggle. It was rusty, like it hadn’t been opened for ages.

The creature slid out of cell, Anne clapped her hands.

"You’re so adorable!" Anne bounced, though the blob stayed motionless, aside from it slightly rising up and down, that being caused by its breathing.

"I’m Anne! How long have you been down here?" Anne asked, the blob looked up at her but didn’t utter out a sound.

She paused, it slid passed her and attempted to slide up the stairs. However, it failed to do so, kinda hard to go up steps without legs. Anne ran to its side and laughed.

"Ah, here, lemme help!" The young girl said, and lifted the blob up the stairs. When reaching the top, she set them down, and it’s nubs began to flap. She laughed, and patted its head, ignoring how dirty her hand became when doing so.

"Say, it’s pretty lame and boring around here, and I’m..usually ignored. Wanna be buddies?" Anne asked, sitting down onto the floor, the demon stared before flapping its nubs again.

"I’ll take that permanent smile and flapping as a 'yes' !" Anne hopped to her feet, feeling very excited.

"Follow me, I gotta show you to papa!!" The young girl bounces, and skipped towards the infirmary doors, the blob followed.

The doors flew open, almost hitting Anne in the face, but luckily the demon pulled her back. Stood in the doorway was Anne’s father, Joey.

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I’m not sure if I’ll write more with them, or make a part 2 to this, but I really wanted to write on how they met!

EDIT: replaced Azael’s name with “Anne” since I’ve changed her name to differ from her cartoon counterpart cuz I it’s kinda confusing lol. Also bc her name now is Anne!

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Finally posting something about a long, way too long, work. Art for a fic I've been planning since 2020!