#norman x susie

[summerlyewe]

silly sketch🤲

[whatisthe-name]

Susie x Norman ❤️

[theinkvendingmachine]

Normanx Susie?

Ohhhh I have some headcanons

they would cuddle -norman loves hearing susie sing

susie and norman love dancing with eachother

susie visits norman in ink form

[berlingotesque]

Interrupting my 40+ asks to post this experimental illustration I did for Valentine’s Day to practice painting backgrounds + featuring my favorite batim ships on romantic dates

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Cthulhu AU] A couple of doodles from session two, which UNSETTLED SAMMY A LOT ACTUALLY...

There have been small changes, throughout New York -- doors opening on the wrong side of the street, houses ending up just a block away from where you remembered them -- but the only people who can even tell seem to be those who remember Carcosa. Joey, Sammy, Henry, Jack, Peter, and Norman all experienced the strange shifting realm when a Mardi Gras party attempted to bring dread Carcosa to New Orleans, but Susie wasn't there. She can't see the changes we see, and the entire rest of the city agrees with her. That door was always there? The car was always that colour. That's where I remember the address being before, and there's no record it was ever different.

She trusts what the boys are reporting must be true, that maybe there are changes she can't see or remember, and both she and Sammy are terrified. These are only little things, but as more and more of the city slips into the world of the King in Yellow, what else might be rewritten...?

Anyway EVERYONE'S HAVING A GREAT TIME. If you're here for Out Of Context Quotes from our session, I have some of those too, here, under the cut!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] I love how detective Pete is for a guy who is NOT a detective. [Sammy] He just got assigned that by Joey Drew and now it's true. [Joey] Exactly! That's how it works.

[Sammy] The idea of JDS having its own employed detective is really funny to me. "Why do you need that? You're an animation studio." "Well, you know, things come up,"

[GM] Everybody went home I believe, except Joey went to the Studio, which is like home,

[Sammy] Do we have any plan, other than just go in to work, [Jack] I though you were gonna say "other than go insane"...

[Joey] If Prophet's not the one going for the ink, then why is Sammy going for it?! Do they have a SECOND prophet situation??? [Jack] PROPHET...... TWO!!! [Henry] Prophet 2: Electric Boogaloo [Sammy] *tiredly* We don't need any more Prophets..... We don't need any more Sammys..... we have enough.....

[Jack] You just need to sip some ink and tell them it's the wrong number. Like, you've got the wrong guy. [Henry] New stone, who dis?

[Sammy] It was the false king who called through the ink, not our Lord! [Joey] Interesting... [Joey] Joey's going to ask Bendy if he can... feel this? Is he getting calls? *dad voice* Is someone calling you? Don't put your number on the internet!

[GM] Bendy says he wasn't made to be a receiver the same way Sammy was. [Jack] So technically, it's "New Sam, who dis"!

[Joey] Okay, Joey's going to note this all down in his... Notebook Of Nonsense That Plagues Them,

[GM] I'm choosing to believe that whenever Norman called in, he gave some sort of outlandish excuse, and whoever answered the phone didn't... write it down... [Sammy] Like the heckin', grian excuses-- [Joey] "I'm cutting my grass, with scissors" [Jack] Yeah!! He's cutting his grass! With scissors! In winter!!! [Sammy] And then Sammy's like "Do we know why he called out?" and the receptionist is just like "No We Have NO Idea" [Jack] With the most tired sigh. Second only to Grant.

[GM] Fun fact, Norman would answer the phone. [Sammy] Norman actually was just like, "ohhhhhhh i know THIS is some supernatural bullshit happening, I'm gonna stay home"

[Joey] Joey's going to ask Estelle if he looked like-- and give a vague description of Avedon. [GM] .............................. [GM] She is SO impressed that you knew this. [Joey] *delighted cackling*

[Jack] I love how cute Joey is about this kid. Just like... the cool Bendy Uncle! He's not related at all, but, [Joey] I feel like this is kind of how Joey just gets around kids? Maybe Joey does really want kids, just, y'know, doesn't know how to do it when gay? [Sammy] Obviously that won't happen, so-- [Joey] Yeah, [Sammy] --so then you START AN ANIMATION STUDIO, that's the only other option! [GM] Yeah, then all kids are your kids!

[GM] Alright, you've made many phone calls. [Joey] Yeah, [GM] And you only rudely hung up on one of them!

[Sammy] Sammy can surely track that down; he's used to digging up musicians. [Jack] Jack's there to assist with the Talking to People in a way that makes them want to cooperate with you, and not run in fear!

[GM, speaking for Peter] *lists all of the information Peter's dug up* And that's about what he managed to get, today! [Joey] And nothing weird has been happening... to him? [GM] WELL, OKAY. ABOUT THAT,

[Peter] Could you describe again, the strange person who was at the party? What was that guy like? [Joey] *thinking very hard* Which... strange person...? I mean... Denis was there?

[Norman] Try not to fall in a swamp this time. [Joey] I'll let you know if I find one! [Sammy] There's fewer of those in New York, so, I think we're good. [Jack] I mean, you never know,, [Sammy] ...yeah, that's true..... [Joey] HEY, Joey will let him know if he finds one!!! [Sammy] If LAKE PONCHARTRAIN opens up in the MIDDLE OF NEW YORK CITY, that will certainly be something to let all of our friends know!

[GM] Make a social-type checks to have a word with them beforehand! [Sammy] I don't know, if I should do that,,, [GM] SAMMY can make an Appearance check! [Sammy] *laughing* LETS SEE IF IM HANDSOME ENOUGH to get let in!

[GM] Everybody's like "You guys!" You're greeted with nostalgia, and eagerness! and people are trying to small talk you, I'm guessing Sammy's not going for that. [Sammy] I mean, you can try to small talk.... AT him... [Sammy] He doesn't... y'know... it's like playing a game of catch where you throw the ball to somebody, and they just hold the ball. [Sammy] Like.... okay! [GM] I did the thing! [Sammy] Cool, catch successful. [Jack] No give, only throw!

[Sammy] Look, I was trying to drink ink this morning, so I feel like this is a step up.

[Sammy] Sammy will enjoy it! We should do this more often! [Sammy] "We should do this more often" says man who will always be too busy to do this more often,

[GM] They're impressed that, at a job where there was a gunshot right in front of the stage, the thing you want to ask about is where they sourced their music. [Sammy] I LOVE that Sammy's reputation is such that this makes perfect sense to them.

[GM] His name is Alan Leroy. [Sammy] Okay, Leroy works, because then I'll remember it, because of Leroy Jenkins. [GM] This is what's been going through my head the entire time, too...

[GM] They say he's a crazy-talented musician who blew into town a year or two ago? He's really nice and easy to get along with, and when he really gets going he can make sounds come out of his instrument like you've never heard! [Sammy] These... are all.. compliments that would be really impressive except that they can all be interpreted in really concerning ways.......

[GM] If Jack wants to look harder, he can.......... [Jack] I'm doing it, Jack can make little a bad decision! He hasn't made any yet this season!! [Jack] *rolls* That's an extreme success. How much sanity do I lose!!

[Henry] We're ghost hunters. The, the pale guy is a ghost, we're goin' after him. Ghost hunters. [Henry] ...This is why you don't let Henry lead the conversation!!

[Jack] It's occurring to me that we don't know if this guy is alive??? [Joey] YUP! This is a good time to find out! [Henry] Fun! [GM] When have you EVER gone up to somebody's house and found them dead inside? [Jack] Jack hasn't yet... [Henry] The very first scenario! [Sammy] Yeah it was a pretty bad situation as I recall, we were briefly accused of being involved! [Jack] Maybe you guys. Jack's different, though.

[Joey] We wanted to make sure he was doing alright. .....does that need a Fast Talk roll? [GM] Yeah, I was about to say-- [Joey] *rolls* *STARTS CACKLING* [GM] What did you do, do you roll a three again? [Joey] I DID ROLL A THREE! :D THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I ROLLED! [GM] I thought it was the Three Laugh!

[Henry] Henry is tired. Henry rolled a 93. [GM] Well he's out late, you know, he's a family man! He has normal hours, he hasn't been staying up late, living at the studio for the last few years! [Henry] He's regretting not accepting Joey's offer to just go home. [Joey] *muttering* See, Joey knows best!

[GM] Okay, so you guys notice, right off, that the car isn't there. [Sammy] UM. HM. [Jack] Which car did we take again? [Joey] The Mercedes... [Jack] *relieved* Okay good. [Jack] .... I MEAN, NOT GOOD, BUT...

[Joey] No, no I think it's OUR car... it's just... more yellow now... [Jack] I don't like that that means it's getting yellower... [Joey] ...........................So when do we take the sanity hit? [GM] Yeah, that would be now!

[GM] The woman says she's looking forward to when he has his own ship, and they can sail away together! [Henry] [Henry] ...I'm married,...

[Joey] Joey has his face pressed to the window-- no, he probably has the window down, it doesn't matter how cold it is -- and... CAN the window go down? Hold on. [Joey] *sounds of typing* "Car... door... window... down... history... when."

[Henry] Okay, these dice are BANNED. I rolled a 90! [Jack] What if you subtly replace the dice...? [Sammy] With slighty yellower dice!

[Joey] OKAY! There ARE rolling windows, so Joey does have the window rolled down, and he's intensely watching the colour of the car. [Joey] AND ALSO, he's STILL sitting in the middle seat, he's just going to lean over someone to do this. [Sammy] Ah. It's probably me.

[Jack] No, no, Pete and Jack can get kidnapped later and take some massive sanity damage together. ✨Cute date ideas!✨

[Joey] Joey's going to inform Norman that they're going to come over, they need additional eyes on something, [GM] Well, he's good at keeping eyes on things! [Joey] So they'll be over soon. [Sammy] I like how Norman gets a heads up, but with Peter we just show up at his apartment. [Joey] Exactly! [Jack] That's because Joey's kissed Pete. When Joey and Norman kiss then that's -- not good for Sammy, probably. [GM] At least Pete and Sammy are neutral. Non-reactive. [Sammy] Norman and Sammy are "it's complicated" on Facebook.

[Sammy] Okay, we gotta go get Linda, so Susie's not alone, [Jack] We're just playing "how many NPCs can we force Thren to play at once!" How many can we shove in the back of this car.

[Jack] Jack's gonna get home and find out his cats are different colours, [Sammy] Oh NO, [Jack] Comes back and Beans is a tortie now. [Sammy] Or Beans is just an orange cat, [Jack] Oh no! Her braincells! [GM] She needs those! She has all of them!!

[Joey] Depending on who's the affected party, Susie or them, it is actually useful to have a second, like, [Sammy] Someone to compare with? Yeah. [Henry] We don't know WHO the control group is, but ONE of us is the control group!

[Joey] As trusted as Norman is, he isn't one of Joey's... white-knuckle-clutched-keepsakes of a person,

[Sammy] *sarcastic* Okay, everyone ready to go to sleep? That's not a scary prospect right now, right? That's something that we're all really confident about doing? Cool, that's great. [Henry] Yeah, yeah, that's definitely not gonna, it's gonna go great...! [GM] Nobody's even cut their hand on a slick stone! It's fine! [Henry] NO ONE BETTER CUT THEIR HAND ON A SLICK STONE! We got enough problems!! [Joey] (Looking at you, Prophet!)

[Henry] Is Joey,,, sharing this plan with anyone? [Joey] ouo Has anyone asked him?

[Joey] Let's send Henry then! [Henry] Alright. Send Henry to Carcosa! [Sammy] *exasperated* yeah that's fine.... [Joey] It's not FULLY sending him there! It's just making a connection. [Joey] A little bridge! [Sammy] Uggghhhh... Sammy doesn't think we need any bridges to Carcosa. [Sammy] We've got enough Carcosa. [Sammy] Put some back.

[Sammy] This is what happens When You Give a Joey a Dream Spell.

[Sammy] We can't actually guarantee that New York isn't going to sink. That's not out of the question. [Jack] Is the Joey Drew specialty NOT "promising things that aren't necessarily things you can promise??"

[Henry] Actually, before Henry leaves he's going to give Joey a hug. [Joey] He doesn't get to leave. [Henry] Oh. [Joey] But Joey will take the hug!

[Henry] You know this man gives good hugs. You're getting a good Henry hug. [Jack] Gonna crunch all of Joey's terrible, very bad bones. [Henry] He's gonnna try not to crunch all of Joey's terrible bones! [Henry] But, I dunno. [Henry] Roll for damage.

[GM] The lurker knows this is serious, but he's also excited, because he has heard what a slumber party is from Henry's kids.

[GM] Now it is Friday, the 28th of December. [Sammy] Okay. Cool. Let's all make an effort to not ring in the New Year in Carcosa. That's MY New Year's Resolution: Don't Be In Carcosa.

[reanimationstation]

i was having trouble deciding what ship i wanted to draw last night, so i figured, why choose? ive been wanting draw a parody of the "Go for it, Nakamura!" manga cover for a while now anyways

[corpsezinthecloset]

the bisexual panic goes crazy in this little freak

[blackcrystalkitten]

Idea that Susie snips her hair and Sammy is just like: "💘" I had fun painting this

((BAM!! BRRRRRRRRRAT!! *hits you with +Bonus goofy aah short comic*))

"You thought it was her idea- NO! It was I! Project MAnN! SCREEE!!!"

[unnoticedunawarestillhere]

"Because I care."

Norman leaned over in his chair, adjusting his glasses to the bridge of his nose. He could hear Sammy, the head of the Music Department, from below, screaming at one of the trumpet players. He rolled his eyes before gazing at what he was doodling. On his page were decent scattered little doodles of the trio. On the left Though, he admitted, his Boris doodles could improve, his ears looking a hint floppy. He stared at the slim wooden pencil in his hand before letting it roll away, it halted at the side of the projector. The projector hummed and whirled beside him, its bulb flickering. He glanced around the booth, a few dusty posters of the cast plastered on the walls. The booth smelled stale, sour even, but at this point, Norman was quite used to it. After all, humans, within reason, can adapt to anything. Strangely, the room felt fiercely chilly, making the back of Norman's neck feel a sort of numbness. He shivered, checking the clock.  6:45. Almost time to clock out.  He rubbed the back of his neck, making his long hair sweep to the side.

He rubbed his eyes, tuning out Sammy's screaming. He felt exhausted. Ever since Henry left, it felt like this studio was slowly rotting from the inside. Sure, new ideas kept springing up, such as Bendyland, but for some reason, Norman felt it just made everything worse. Employees were starting to go missing, pipes began to burst and flood departments, money was going down the drain and on and on. Mister Drew still kept talking about dreams coming true, but his talking seemed more like he was trying to hide something. Something bad. That thought piqued Norman's mind, pestering him. What was really going on? He felt curiosity wiggle in his mind, but he paid no mind to it. 

Norman  cupped the side of his face with one hand and rested on it. He closed his tired eyes, trying not to think about what was wrong with the studio. Because if he did, that would definitely cause a horrible miragane. Then, he heard a voice. Her voice, to be correct. He immediately fluttered his eyes open and almost scrambled to look over the booth's opening. He didn’t have time to think how weird he must’ve looked. His eyes furiously scanned below. After searching the river of bolting musicians and chatty voice actors, he spotted her! Susie seemed to remain oblivious of his staring while exchanging words with Sammy. I should probably go say hello, right? Norman felt his face warm up, but he slowly got out of his chair, only to dash down the stairs. I mean it would be weird if I didn’t, right? When he had reached the bottom of the stairs, he was met with a flood of people pushing and shoving to get from place to place. He stopped dead in his tracks, a wave of doubt and sudden nervousness hitting him in the gut. Crowds weren't his thing. People weren't his thing. Sadly, social anxiety terrorized his mind, his stomach felt like it was being knotted. He stared at the hustling crowd, feeling his shoulders tense up. He shoved his hands in his suit pockets, gritting his teeth. Oh how he HATED rush hour. He played with the thought of retreating to his booth and waiting till the rush was over, however...he knew that she would probably already clock out if he waited. He swallowed, reluctantly walking into the busy crowds. He pushed through, hating every aspect of what was happening. Sharp elbows hit him while the sounds of shoes, muttering, even yelling ringed through his ears. He had to dodge a man holding a case for a tuba. Maybe it was just irritation, but he had the temptation to snap at him. 

Finally, the crowds were thinning and he could see the door leading to the actual music room. After slipping past two loud men, he had managed to stagger towards the wooden door, his hand outstretched to grab the rusted doorknob. Before he could jiggle the knob, the door swung open! Almost whacking him in the face. Luckily, Norman had instinctively taken a step back to avoid collusion, his glasses almost slipping off his nose. A young woman with pink hair came out and noticed him. “Sorry, dude. You alright?” She asked, her eyes apologetic. “Yeah..just be careful. Scared the shit outta me.” He muttered, remembering that the  woman was one of the voice actors here. “Will do!” She said, turning away to dash off. Suddenly, words tumbled out, before Norman could think, “U-uh wait!” The woman stopped in her tracks, turning her head towards him. “Hm?”  “Is..is Miss Campbell still in there?” He asked slowly, his tone meek. The voice actress smirked, replying, “She sure is! But I’d go in there now if I were you before she heads out.” Norman nodded curtly, the anxiety in his stomach still not clearing up. He thanked her, though avoided making eye contact.

  After a moment of hesitation, he reached for the knob and jiggled it. He swung the door wide, only for it to accidentally hit the wall on the other side. The sound of it colliding with the wall caused heads to turn. “What do you want?” Sammy muttered, holding a stack of papers. His pale blue eyes glared at his dark green ones. Norman scanned the music room. Unpacked Instruments remained scattered throughout the stage, eager to become a tripping hazard. The room was almost empty, excluding him and Sammy, only a few musicians remained. The remaining musicians paid him no attention as they were either too engrossed in packing up or sharing words with each other.  Norman was snapped out of his looking around by Sammy loudly clearing his throat. Norman narrowed his eyes at this, beginning to answer, “I’m looking for…” His voice trailed off, stalling. Did he really want Sammy knowing he was looking for Miss Campbell? After all, the whole studio was definitely hunting for things to gossip about. Sammy kept shifting the stack of papers in his arms, raising a brow, “Looking for?? Look, Polk, I don’t have all day y’know. I got to return these to Jack before my fucking arms fall off. WHAT DO YOU WANT?” He snapped, struggling to keep his composure due to the papers. Norman, feeling a spark of irritation, finally gave up and told him. “I’m looking for Miss Campbell. I just thought I saw her down here and-” Sammy's eyes glistened with interest, interrupting him, “What do you need her for?”  Norman stammered, “N-none of your business! I’m just asking. Curious and what not..God.”  Sammy gave him a skeptical look which made Norman want to just retreat. “She’ll be in my office, " I asked her to drop something off for me. Probably be coming back here soon.” Sammy informed, his face scrunched up. Norman stared at the papers in Sammys hands, asking, “Do you need help with those?” Sammy snapped his head up, through gritted teeth, he hissed, “Just stay out of the way while you’re waiting. AND DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING.” Norman rolled his eyes in response, letting out a snort. You knock one violin over and he thinks you’re gonna destroy the entire department. Honestly.  Norman watched Sammy stagger away, amusement tingling in his smirk.  Wonder how long he’ll last before he drops all those.  Still watching the irritable composer trudge towards the doors, Norman couldn’t help but wonder why  Sammy was in such a hostile mood.  I mean more than usual. The music door slammed behind Sammy, causing a music stand to topple over.  Was it just him or was everybody being drained out of life? Or, you know, patience. 

Norman leaned against the wall beside the stage, watching to see if the music room's door would swing open.  A few minutes had passed and Norman was beginning to give into the thought of just clocking out without talking to Susie. The music room was now completely silent due to the remaining musicians walking out of the department. Usually Norman liked the silence, it made him feel at ease. But this was different. The silence was beginning to poke at his mind, making him feel uncomfortable. Uneasy as well. He was now wondering if Sammy had tricked him, he frowned at the thought.

 Abruptly, the door swung open, only for a young woman wearing a pale blue dress to scurry out, her heels making an audible clicking sound against the rough wooden floorboards. Her hair bounced off her shoulders as she whipped her head and noticed Norman.  Her eyes stretched as wide as spoons while she hastily walked over to him. “Norman! I'm so sorry for making you wait! Sammy told me you wanted to speak with me?”  Norman was startled at her appearance, she looked ill. Her pale skin, trembling hands and tired eyes, it didn’t seem like her. Of course she was still beautiful in Norman's mind, forever and always, but she seemed so.. fragile. And not like the confident young woman who had a teasing nature like he had remembered. He looked at the corner of her lips, a faint black smear. “Are you alright?” He asked, his tone quiet. He watched Susie almost recoil back at the question, which bewildered him. He took a step closer, worrying plaguing his mind. “Susie?” Susie exhaled before plastering a warm, but weak smile at him. “I'm fine, Norman. You don’t need to worry about me.” Norman wanted to be convinced, but his gut was yelling at him that something was wrong. “Are you sick? I..I’m sure Mister Drew will let you take a few days off.” He said, trying not to show that he was worrying. Also, in the back of his mind, he wasn’t actually sure Mister Drew would give her a day off.  So far, no one had been getting a day off it seemed. It felt like everyone was just praying they’d make it till the end of the day. Or praying they could make it to the infirmary. He could even recall Tom complaining how he and GENT had been working relentlessly, hardly getting the time to see their loved ones. He really hoped Susie wasn’t overworking herself. His thoughts were cut off by Susie's response, “Just feeling a bit tired after today's work, that’s all. I’m surprised you aren’t exhausted yourself.” She smirked, folding her arms at him. Suddenly, her smirk just vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Her shaking hand covered her lips as her body jolted with her coughing. She turned away from Norman, her cough sounding painful. Between coughing Norman heard her trying to reassure him that she was alright. Was it just him or was that black smear darker now?  Norman felt his heart sink. She had just lied to him. But why? Norman shook his head, repressing the urge to argue with himself. “Guess I’m a bit under the weather today, huh?” Susie joked, but the amusement in her tone was crushingly dull.  Without thinking, Norman took her cold soft hand into his, gently saying, “C’mon, let’s take you to the infirmary.” He saw Susie opening her mouth to protest, but then glanced at her hand in his. Her pale cheeks were now painted a light rose. She nodded curtly, strands of her hair tickling her forehead. 

The walk to the infirmary was silent. Neither one of them dared to utter a word. It still stung Norman that she had lied to him, but he couldn’t focus on that.  Also, he was currently mentally banging his head against a wall. He shouldn’t have just grabbed her hand like that! Politely suggesting to go to the infirmary would’ve probably been a better solution. Not grabbing someone's hand and making them. His face burned with embarrassment..and also how they were still holding hands.  She hasn’t objected so that’s..good? Damnit, Tom was right, I am fucking hopeless.   He let out a sharp exhale, trying to just focus on the task at hand. 

 Finally, the entrance for the infirmary was coming up ahead, its entrance having no door, just an open space where the door should’ve been. Cheerful posters were stuck on the wall, most of them starring just Bendy. Besides the friendly decor, there above the entrance held the sign, NOT SICK, NOT PAID. Its black bolded letters practically yelled at the two. There on the very back wall held an outdated fading calendar. 

The only sounds that could be heard was the sound of their footsteps hitting the floor. The room had two big filing cabinets on the right, as well as a supply closet, which Norman guessed is where they keep First Aid supplies. At the very end lay two cots. Norman winced at the sight of them as the cots looked terribly uncomfortable and held stains that Norman didn’t wanna even know about. On the left side, there were just a few wooden chairs placed there for waiting patients or visitors. 

Finally, he let his hand slip away from Susie's still cold ones. “Hold up, I have an idea.” He said, already walking towards the supply closet. “Norman, stop, you really don’t have to do this.” Susie spoke in a hushed tone, her eyes pleading with him. But for once in his life, Norman felt determination flow through him. “Just hold on.” He said, before turning to meet Susie's wary  eyes. “Please?” He implored, his eyes softened as well as his tone. Susie let out a sigh, but nodded her head in defeat. Norman watched her slowly walk towards one of the chairs closest to the entrance. She carefully tucked in her skyblue dress, being cautious not to get it caught on the chairs' sharp edges. “Fine. But Norman? I’m giving you about five minutes to do whatever. If your plan isn’t ready by then, then we’ll be going with my plan. Which is going home.” She muttered, her voice gentle, but firm. Norman nodded his head vigorously, exclaiming, “Great! Five minutes should be plenty!”  His face brightened, but deep down, the clock was ticking and pressure was on.  

He walked over to the closest, reaching for its handle. After jiggling the handle, the closest door popped open, making a deep creaking sound. Inside held shelves filled with the typical stuff you would expect to see in an infirmary's closet. There on the top shelf held a metal case with the red cross sign. Second shelf held rolls of bandages, glass jars filled with cotton balls, swab sticks, popsicle sticks and bandaids. Plus a bottle of rubbing alcohol for disinfecting wounds. On the last shelf held folded white sheets. The gears started turning in his head and he got to work.  Norman bent down, carefully reaching for a few white folded sheets. A loose strand of hair brushed against his cheek, but Norman ignored it, too focused on what he was doing. He got up quickly, heading to the first cot his way. Near the cot was a wooden end table, where Norman put the folded sheets. He picked up one, unfolding it and fluttering it over the cot, letting it gracefully lay down. He tucked the loose ends of the soft sheet into the metal frame of the cot. He made sure to do this on both sides. He grabbed another sheet and lay it on top of the first one, unfolding it. The second sheet acted like a thin, but silky blanket. The rest of folded sheets on the end table were plopped to the head of the cot as a pretend pillow.  Surprisingly, Norman had one minute left, to perfect his “masterpiece”, he gently took the trim of the “blanket” and folded it over itself by only just a few inches.  He smiled at his simple creation, before turning to meet Susie, who looked pretty surprised.  “Done.” He said, motioning towards the cot. Susie's face flushed, but a small warm smile tugged on her lips. “It might not be very comfortable, but I hope the sheets make it look more appealing.” He stated, his tone apologetic.  Susie shook her head, getting up from the chair. “It’s definitely an improvement.” She declared, chuckling a bit, but then stopped. She began to speak, “Norman, It’s nice of you to care, but honestly-” Before Norman could realize it, he cut her off, “You need rest.” Susie's eyes looked torn at him, but she let out a short sigh. Norman was about to think she was going to argue, but then she spoke, “You did do all this in under five minutes..oh fine! But, I’ll only take a quick nap, alright?” Norman nodded, feeling mild relief that she accepted. He watched Susie slip off her black heels and hop onto the cot, getting the makeshift blanket to lie on top of her. “I must admit your bed making skills are impressive.” She admitted, shifting to sit up on the cot. “Thank you! When you have to grow up making your own bed AND your younger brothers, you kind of perfect that skill.” He laughed softly, feeling the knots in his stomach easen and untangle. Susie let out a laugh, an actual happy laugh. It sounded beautiful to Norman. Norman smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. He slowly turned away towards the entrance, but stopped when he heard Susie speak, “Where are you going?” He turned back to her, asking, “Do..you want me to stay?” He felt surprised, but almost flattered as well. “Well it would be nice to have some company just before I rest. And, it’s not like I have a whole lot of time to speak with you these busy days.  Most of the time I can barely find you actually!” She exclaimed, amusement sparkling in her dull eyes. Norman guiltily shrugged his shoulders at her, quietly muttering “Sorry about that.” He stood there for a minute, processing. Then after standing like a statue for a whole minute, he turned towards the chairs and grabbed one of them. He hoisted it up before placing it almost at the foot of the cot.  He slowly sat down, the wooden chair letting out a low creak. It felt uncomfortably hard against Norman’s back, but he didn’t complain. He crossed his leg and leaned back.  

The two talked for a while. About interests, dreams, opinions and mostly just about daily things. Norman also humoured her with stories about Johnny when he was little. It was so worth making her laugh. After an hour of talking, the flow of conversation was now thinning as Susie looked more and more tired with each passing minute. Norman could feel wary himself, but in a content way. He heard Susie letting out a yawn before laying down. She rested her head on the little mountain of folded sheets while she stared at Norman through tired eyes. Norman folded his arms, tilting his head down and closing his eyes. Abruptly he heard Susie mutter something to him. Without opening his eyes, he spoke, “Pardon?”  “I asked, why are you doing this for me?” Susie repeated, her tone faint. Norman fluttered his eyes open, staring at her. It was a simple question. Norman opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Instead, something tickled his throat making him cough. Once he coughed he couldn’t stop. Norman felt his lungs burn while his throat felt sore. He drew a hand to cover his coughing, when pulling his hand away, he noticed it was stained black. His body jolted with every cough and with every cough  his lungs tightened till he couldn’t breath. His vision turned black. He opened his mouth to yell for Susie, but only more ink came up. No air, just ink. Just ink. Like everything else. Every living thing. 

He woke up with a jolt, gasping. Norman's hand grabbed his chest. His cold inky chest. He touched his face. Tried to at least. There where his face should’ve been was a hard metal projector.  He slowed down his breathing. DId he even need to breathe? How was he breathing? Was  he breathing? He could feel ink inside. Was the ink breathing for him? Didn’t matter.  He looked around him, pipes steamed above him while the sound of walls groaning. The room was mostly empty, only a cot, desk and few boxes filled with reels remained. He just sat there in the corner. He felt his throat have a lump in it. Not by the ink, but from sadness. He didn’t know if that was just a dream or a memory. Probably just a dream even though it felt so..vivid. He remembered Susie's laugh which stabbed his heart. Then he thought about her question. The question he didn’t answer. “Why are you doing this for me?” Through the speaker connected to his projector on his head, he whispered through a static voice, “Because I care, Susie. Because I love you.” He clutched his legs, bringing them closer to his chest and buried his projector head in them. “Because I love you.” He quietly repeated with a sob. 

[sammy-lawrence-child]

BATIM/BATDR ship headcannons????

-i am not doing every single god damn ship so i'm only doing ones that i actually like. Also the BATDR ones are purely what everyone else theorizes or what I think personally about what happens after-

Sammy x Norman:

- Sammy's defiantly a bottom ong

-Norman does most of the cleaning up after se-

-Their first kiss was purely accident, Sammy was facing a different way while Norman was coming over to ask him something. Sammy turned and BLAM they kissed

-Norman towers over Sammy.

-Whenever Sammy tries to tease Norman, he teases him back, making Sammy flustered.

-At first glance Sammy looks like the dom/teasing one and Norman the Sub/easily flustered one. In reality its the complete opposite.

-Neither of them actually confessed. Norman invited Sammy to lunch one day, they had a good time, went for a walk around NY, went to Normans house, kissed, fucked, then boom dating.

-(in machine) Sammy tried to convince Norman to pray to bendy once...it ending in a hour long chase, a little fucking, then Sammy getting killed

-(After BATDR) Norman didnt get his body back cause..idk...so Sammy just carries him on his shoulder or holds him since he can't walk anymore *o^o poor Norman*

Susie x Sammy:

-Susie hinted for the longest time about her liking him, Sammy just thought she was weird

-Their first date was in the recording booth while working after time, their first REAL date was at a nice little dinner.

-Susie once made Sammy a chocolate cake..just for Wally to eat it *not referencing to the game at all*

-Sammy's first kiss with Susie was the day after getting hammered..and still being a little drunk the next day...

-Susie normally wears flats, but when she wears heals she's taller than Sammy by half an inch

-(in machine) Susie once caught Sammy in her domain, so she went out of her way to hunt him down, flirt with him, get things all loving, then stabbed him in the chest, took his mask off, then left. *we love sammy abuse >v<*

-(After BATDR) After Susie got her memories back the first thing she did was kiss Sammy, stab him in the shoulder than go apologize to everyone (Henry, Buddy, 'Allison', ext.)

Henry x Linda:

-Highschool sweethearts ong

-Their first kiss was at night with the NY lights all around them..or underneath a tree getting ready for the fall weather.

-They waited till after marriage to have kids

-Henry proposed to her while on vacation to somewhere that wasnt at JDS or NY

-They had two kids, a boy and a girl *....no i am NOT getting that from a really good comic that you guys should defiantly go read...*

-(in machine) Henry would fiddle with his wedding ring whenever he was sad, nervous or thought about Linda

-(After BATDR) Audrey made an ink version of Linda so that Henry would have his love with him forever

Allison x Thomas:

-They first met after Allison almost face planted into the floor cause she slipped on ink

-Wally set up their first work date. Which was just moving table and chairs to the side then playing music on a record player. Not so romantic but Allison enjoyed it.

-Thomas is actually really quiet, unless it's just him and Allison

-They got married after they got fired from JDS

(Ink clones)

-Alison doesn't mind that Tom can't talk, they actually made up a system for them to talk to each other

(After BATDR)

-Allison and Tom had gotten the memory's of Alison Pedal and Thomas Connor after Audrey took control. So they decided to have their own mini wedding. Which Henry was the priest, Sammy composed music, Alice(Susie)the bridesmaid and Buddy the best man, and Dappers the ring barrier.

[yellowmellow182]

Posting old Sammy/Norman stuff because I'm too tired to make something new

[hunterwritesstuff]

Can we get the ref sheets for all the characters?

Yeh, some are old because I haven't gotten to redrawing them yet <3

God these last guys are so fucking old help me /j

Almost forgor my pookie The Projectionist <3(This is recent-)

[rainbowspinch]

Everytime I see Norman x Sammy's art by you my heart is full of marshmallows and a bag of sweet things I need their wedding someday <3

Now- a whole wedding scene is a bit much for my skill level but I CAN give you these!

Don’t mind Norman wearing sneakers to his own damn wedding

[studioshenanigans]

Happy pride month from ask-joey-drew-studios!! Remember that you are valid, you are beautiful, and that there is a community full of people who'll gladly take you under their wing when nobody else will! Stay safe gays!!! ^^

[firephoenix2020]

Incorrect quotes with my Stuck In The Inky 'Void' au

[different au BATIM/BATDR au then i've been posting about before]

Relationships:

Romantic: Susie x Allison, Joey x Henry, Bendy x Sammy x Fay [oc]

Platonic relationships: Norman & Fay [Besties], Allison & Thomas/Tom [their like siblings], Joey & Fay [Frenemies], Fay & Henry [Father-child relationship], Joey & Bendy [Enemies], Henry & Bendy [Their Chill], Norman & Susie [Tolerates each other bc of Fay], Fay & Susie [Besties, tho Susie won't admit it] Norman & Sammy [Both think the other one is crazy as hell, Still friends tho] Allison & Fay [Loveable Dumbasses]

Fay refer to Joey as Father, and Henry as Papa btw!

Love Triangle you'll definitely see jokes about in the au:

[They will all end up together tho don't worry]

!Swearing warning!

Now the Quotes!

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Fay : We should normalize not loving family members. Joey: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck Father” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

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Susie: Can we go to a haunted house? Allison: What’s wrong with the one we live in? Susie: Wh-what? Allison: Goodnight, Susie.

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Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker Joey: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Allison: …I did. I broke it. Joey: No. No you didn't. Susie? Susie: Don't look at me. Look at Tom. Tom: What?! I didn't break it. Susie: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Tom: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Susie: Suspicious. Tom: No, it's not! Fay: If it matters, probably not, but Bendy was the last one to use it. Bendy: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Fay: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Bendy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Fay! Allison: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Joey. Joey: No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Fay: Joey… Susie's been awfully quiet. Susie: rEALLY?! Everyone starts arguing Joey, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Joey: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Joey: Joey: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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Norman: What are you drinking? Susie: Vodka. Norman: Straight? Susie: No, gay. Why?

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Sammy: If the thought of something makes any of you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you are to assume you’re not allowed to do it.

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Bendy: Yeah, well I've never died so how do I know that god is real.

[Says the Demon in love with the God of Death & Destruction]

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Norman: Bendy, I have a couple of words to say to you. Allison: Please let those two words be “I’m sorry.” Sammy: I’m ready with the bleep button if not.

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Allison: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Susie is? Because Susie is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

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Fay: bites lip Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Cop: That isn’t gonna work, hands behind your back.

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Allison: You’re mean! Fay: You’re meaner! Allison: Yeah, well, you’re ugly too! Fay: You’re uglier! Allison: You’re a dumbass! Fay: You’re a dumberass! Allison: You think “dumberass” is a good insult!

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Allison: I’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because I don’t have money, but I do have fists and I am always angry.

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Fay, learning how to drive: What happens if I press the gas and the brake at the same time? Susie: The car takes a screenshot. Allison: Please pull over. I’m driving now.

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Allison: What are your three best qualities? Fay: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.

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Henry: Tom, you're my best friend. Tom: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. Tom: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

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Norman: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them? Susie: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them. Norman: Okay yeah thanks Susie, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

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Susie: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched? Joey: IT. Henry: Annabelle. Sammy: Paranormal Activity. Fay: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.

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Allison: I need to dye my hair. Susie: … Allison: Or get another tattoo. Susie: … Allison: Or a new piercing. Susie: Why? Allison: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

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Susie: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. Tom: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. Joey: Wasps? Henry: Terriers? Susie: Fay.

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Fay: Ow! Susie: What’s wrong? Fay: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Susie: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

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Allison: Between Norman, Fay, Tom, and Henry -- if you had to -- who would you punch? Sammy: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them. Allison: Norman? Sammy: Yeah, but I don't know why.

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. Tom, with Allison and Joey behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Tom: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- Tom: Henry FUCKING FELL OFF!

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Bendy: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Fay: Why start now?

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Sammy: So, Henry is late today. Anyone wanna bet why? Sammy: I say they slipped through the subway grate and is having terrible sex with the mole man. Allison: I don't know about that…I think either their alarm clock didn't go off, or they're in line at the bank. Bendy: Take this more seriously! Henry was clearly taken in their sleep! Tom: I bet they tucked themselves into the bed too tightly and got stuck. Norman: Maybe they fell into another dimension where they're more interesting…? Henry arrives Henry: Sorry I'm late - there was a problem at the bank. Allison, clapping their hands in excitement: HOT DAMN!

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Sammy: looks at Bendy Sammy: Baby boy. Baby. Sammy: looks at Susie Sammy: Evil.

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Joey: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me. Fay: Ok. Joey: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?

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Bendy: How do you type so fast? Henry: Anxiety.

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Computer: Please enter a password. Joey: types in Henry Computer: Your password is too weak. Joey: How fucking DARE YOU-

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Allison: Why does Susie always do the laundry so loudly? Sammy: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house. Susie, in the distance: slams the washing machine shut

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Fay, jumping out of Henry's closet: BOO! Henry: Fay: Henry: Fay: makes a sad face Henry: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

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Henry: Regular soda is too sweet! Tom: Diet soda has a weird after taste! Henry: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY! Tom: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda! Henry: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink! Tom: I'm going to physically attack you. Henry: Which is better, Norman? Norman: Oh, I usually drink water! Tom: Wha- NO! Henry: DISGUSTING!

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Henry: Norman has never seen Star Wars? Fay, the only people in the universe who haven’t seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars and that’s cause they lived them, Fay! That’s cause they lived the Star Wars!

Fay: . . . ok?

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Allison: COMPANY IS COMING! I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE DISNEY ON ICE IN ONE MINUTE! Allison: TOM IF YOU HAVEN'T MADE YOUR BED THROW IT AWAY IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT NOW! Allison: GET RID OF THE COUCHES, WE CAN'T LET PEOPLE KNOW WE S I T !

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Norman, to Fay: …And I need you and Bendy to help, and by "help" I mean "do everything."

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Joey: Th-that was horrible! Your wish is horrible! You’re horrible! You’re an irredeemable monster! Fay: Woah, woah! What took you so long, idiot?!

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Fay: Hey Allison, Joey just broke my seashell lamp. Allison: Neat. I’m gonna die alone. Fay: Okay, you win.

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Allison: Why did you guys dress up as each other for Halloween? Norman: Fay is the scariest thing I could think of! Fay: Norman told me I should pick the dumbest costume possible.

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Tom: Fay, I screwed up, big time. Fay: Tom, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

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Joey: So what’s for dinner? Fay: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise! Joey: … Joey: Is it soup? Fay: I soup-pose it could be! winks Joey: Please, enough with the soup puns! Fay: Wow, you’re soup-per mean. Joey: STOP! one hour later Joey: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

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Sammy, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top? Norman: Fay's in the kitchen.

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Henry: Hey, aren’t you Bendy? Bendy: You a cop? Henry: No. Bendy: Then yes, I am.

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Susie, explaining why they are not allowed to cook: I put the noodles in the pot and put the pot on the stove and turned the burner on high. Turns out you don't put noodles in marijuana and I almost burnt the whole house down.

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Henry: dangling from a rope over a pit of fire Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep? Fay: Yes? Henry: We’re in too deep.

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Joey: Why do you not believe that ghosts are real? Tom: Never seen one. Joey: Okay, I mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real. Tom: What can’t I see? Joey: You can’t see gravity. That’s real. Tom: Yeah, I can drop an apple. Joey: Fuck.

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Norman and Fay texting Norman: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely. Fay: Isn't Tom there? Norman: Yes but I like you more.

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Fay: The waiter at Olive Garden has been grating my cheese for 6 hours now, waiting for me to say when. Customers are screaming. Three people have died. Fay: I will not yield.

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Norman: So Sammy, how did your first time cooking dinner go? Susie: Pretty good if I do say so myself. Norman: Oo! Okay, what are we having? Susie: Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato. Norman: A whole potato? Susie: Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches! Norman: These just look like big slabs of black. Susie: Because that's what they are! Susie: And then for desert, we have chocolate. Norman: These are just chocolate chips? Susie: They sure are! Susie: And then for drinks, we have toast! Susie: lifts up a glass of blended toast Bon appetite!

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Sammy Telling Susie how Fay kissed him

Sammy: So, they kissed me. Susie: And you kissed them back? Sammy: No, I kissed their mouth.

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Fay: I have so much energy, I want to run a marathon or commit a crime… which should I do? Joey: Please don’t get arrested. Fay: No promises! <3 Tom: Why not both? Get creative! Fay: Wonderful suggestion, thank you. Joey: Please don’t encourage them, Tom.

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Bendy: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.

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