#the curse of joey drew studios

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

Egotober day 17: ink(y)

“So what if I painted one of the bendy dolls with a crooked smile? Sure ain’t no reason for Mr Drew to go flying of the handles at me!”

This one TECHNICALLY feels like cheating since I don’t consider Shawn Flynn to be an ego but I know some do. I also hadn’t done Bendy art in a while so that was nice.

[jnl0515]

Art dump :p these characters belong to

Max=max design pro

All father= Jack gore

Exe= Raven

Mr.V= StupendousSnart, PanncakePK, and Bonzikillbeach

Twiddlefinger= MAXDESIGNPROLOVER988 or Gibz

Genesis X= JustHari

Batim= Joey Drew Studios

Ootim= Lighter side films

Cartoon cat=Trevor Henderson

And technically lord x is here too=JoeDoughBoi.

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Picture ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Pt. 10.5 ~

Shadow : So the doctor created a copy of me, an nadroid that I saw with my own eyes and that other me with a yellow color. That Yellow me is somehow another android as well. What did he tell us before I sought those shadow androids in the doctor's pressence?

*flashback*

"During the events of Sonic Heroes..."

[Valua City - Tatsuyuki Maeda]

*DBZ SFX : Strong Hit*

Knuckles : Oof!

Big : Why are you doing this to us!?

Yellow Shadow Android : Foolish Sonic Heroes, you all knew that wasn't the real Eggman. It was Metal Sonic and he was teasing you all from the very start. You all did such a fine job for stopping an enemy's diversion just for the sole purpose of destroying you, Blue Hedgehog! I even lend a hand to the Chaotix, they were only the truth-seekers to uncover Metal Sonic's plans while you two were only just bait for getting your data copied. I brought you all here so that we wouldn't suspect a criminal's real intentions. And it's all thanks to your valor and your meddling.

Cream : [Referring to Team Sonic] It's all their fault, they're the ones who got us to do with the Meddling!

Sonic : No...We didn't! I didn't know it was Metal Sonic and we weren't looking around! I swear we stopped Eggman's plan of taking over the world and stopped his armada! He said that he would conquer it in three days!

Tails : Yeah, you guys! Sonic didn't take Froggy and Chocola! We've been played by like a bunch of fools, it was Sega's idea! Put the blame on Sega! That's the reason they got Metal to set the whole Sonic Heroes thing up!

Yellow Shadow Android : And as for you Shadow the Hedgehog. Master Grim told us that you died two years during that incident, but we discovered that you crash landed back on this planet, killing your older brother was such an attempt on defeating a diversion, all of that trouble in the Dreamcast Era for fifty years at G.U.N's joint made something special. But now...It's "50 YEARS IN THE JOINT MADE YOU A F***ING P*SSY!"

Rouge : Okay! Okay! Look, we're sorry, okay! I am sorry for offending the Chaotix guys and I am deeply sorry for how we accused each other! We didn't know they're the only ones who can seek truth! Please, we didn't know that we were meddling all along!

Shadow : [To Sonic] You are an idiot to me, you know that!?

Amy Rose : But I didn't meant to kill Sonic, what's with our wrong our selves! Is being Sonic Heroes a dumb name for an organization.

Yellow Shadow Android : You have such an incredible team of heroes, Blue Hedgehog. You made us feel what we are today, after all. We Shadow Androids don't take orders from those who wanted to be used for their dirty work of crime. Now then, we'll you help us out on stopping metal sonic, or your world and universe will end in TOTAL CHAOS? Well, I guess that the mobians of influence have made you all stubborn for no reason, and had to make your world suffer from these monstrous incidents. If humanity's gone, robotnik is gone, or we're all gone, they're won't be a single soul to stop us, not even THE END itself would find out about the Ancients' warning about using the powers of Chaos and they'll see what will happen if this planet get destroyed by energy or anyone that has it's potential for genocide.

*flashback ends*

Shadow : Now I understand what the pieces are coming together. Me died of an older sibling I killed, me sealed inside of a pod, and...Am I...an android too? Who or what will the world tell that what will I become? There will be answers about the truth of my past has to be in the one place that I know the doctor's data. But where...and why...

Drawcia : Perhaps that you are forgetting something. If you really think that you died, you probably couldn't remember a thing in your life. Your life was in shambles and truly discover that humans may be an arrogant species, but they are a foolish race for to those who shattered everything.

Shadow : ....?

Drawcia : You don't remember who became such a difficult problems, heroes of the gaming world had suffered like heroes who were accused or manipulated as those who are the villains and make them their personal scapegoats. You understand what you are destined to think of...I guarantee that you have lost memories about a cursed past, was Black Doom the cause of everything for the Robotnik.

Shadow : Why on earth would Black Doom because of this in the Dreamcast Era?

Drawcia : Truly the simple reason.

[Fina Theme - Yutaka Minobe]

"When Angel Island was still pristine Chao home, Grim was their to take a visit to the island where she meets Tikal and Chaos telling her that the Chao and Chaos were relatives to the Ancients, a race of mysterious beings that landed on Mobius around tens of thousands years before the birth of Dark Gaia."

"Tikal was only a girl from the Knuckles Clan while Chaos is only a adult-form of chao resembling how his relatives would eventually look like. They brought the Emeralds on Mobius for to use ancient technology for their machines and eve traces memories connecting with the via network system. Still, the Mobians of influence had still yet to be arrogant and are filled with stubborness."

"Grim only observed Tikal and Chaos just to be in the nick time to protect her and Chaos from letting the Emeralds fall into the wrong hands."

"The Emeralds were only used for the machines and giants called Titans that the ancients used to battle against their foe, The End itself."

"But during their playful time, Grim heard that Pachacamac has been stealing thing, attacking people homes, and discovered that he wanted to use the emeralds for his greed and power because the mobians of influence ordered him to steal the emeralds. Meaning that Pachacamac was being a sinner to this planet."

"He wasn't going to use the Emeralds for power, he wanted to use them bring genocide and would eventually put the planet in jeopardy. So after Grim ordered Chaos to kill Pachacamac and his men, including the world he destroyed, Grim condemned Pachacamac for his arrogance and his sins for he committed on the planet and was banished to the inferno where he and rest of the knuckles clan given torment and punishment. He would not be forgiven."

Drawcia : So around two hundred years later, your father came to Mobius to colonize Glyphic Canyon and before he came back about 50 years where it all began, Humans on Mobius became arrogant as well when they chose Gerald Robotnik to get into contact for Black Doom, only just expect that Black Doom was the real sinner and not Gerald. The Space Colony Ark, Maria, and even those lived on mobius for a long period of time had something to do with the cause arrogance or greed for power that want bring an end to mobius, that's what makes Sonic villains so evil they wanted omnicide to end things all. That's why the Emeralds came to mobius in the first place.

[If What You Say Is True - Jun Senoue]

Shadow : What? Grim, you mean Sonic's ancestor has been observing the planet the entire time and we didn't noticed? We humans and mobians had been stubborn all along? That's why I decided to seek into truth. Maybe you are right, but I need something to make things clearly. Was I created to bring destruction, bring justice to those, or was I created as an experiment gone wrong?

Drawcia : You decided what you truly think what lies between your fates, you suffering from lonelieness and emptiness had to suffer everything, Grim despised every villain in Sonic's world for putting Mobius in Jeopardy. Pachacamac for being an arrogant echidna and Black Doom himself for ruining the Robotnik Family. That's why fathers like them are always that terrible, but luckily, Grim the mobian Death God observed everything with the hedgehog clan and every human being on the planet just save all of those who are needed for safety and protection due Sonic's valor and protection to those on Mobius. That's why you are needed to save the world, not destroy it. Omnicide, Death and destruction were not the right answers. That is a villain's lust for power.

[Sad Ending - Yutaka Minobe]

Shadow : You think so? I made a promise to Maria to the planet she loves and Grim told me that I was going to protect it from...a bad father Doom was. This is who I am, a hedgehog who is edgy and yet cunning to be a hero, but I am, what I am.

Drawcia : You got some way to be anti-hero, that's your role.

*cellphone ringing*

[All Torn Down - Jun Senoue]

Drawcia : (answers phone) So how's everything, creator? Did you find the whereabouts of the Dark Picture?

Adeleine (via phone) : Of course, I found some info about the Dark Picture. It's a painting that was created by an artist for the King and Queen of the Ink Demons, it has meaning that the queen of the Ink Demon have ruled the entire world in darkness for only 70 years and it has been some--No wait, it has been passed from land to sea, all the way to Tokyo, where you looked at it's research.

Drawcia : Good. If all means nescessary to the dark picture for further details, this is one way ticket to oblivion and I believe that it has some connection to the Ink Demon's Bloodline.

Adeleine : That's a great opportunity to hear, but it'll take more than that to uncover Soul Eater's whereabouts, it's not about the story of three puny teens that wields weapons called Mabuki isn't it, but their story has been a facade and someone has been pulling the strings. So, a little retcon wouldn't hurt them would, oh wait. They'll be getting their stories retcon shocking plot twists and turns. I discovered who the second destroyer of the Ohkuboverse, it's not Maka Albarn that is waking up to reality, it's a girl from the 17th century named Homura Akemi, she's a girl who was related to the Time Eater, the first destroyer that erased 50% of Soul Eater's universe.

Drawcia : (via phone) Exactly, but just to remind you something carefully, creator. There's no change in the plan of Soul Eater's Retcon. Hear me out with this one, I found out that the Great Rainbow we discovered from the past have gave birth to another demon that looks similar to the Ink Demon, It's the one that brought light and colors to the Dark Picture.

Adeleine : Of course, I have it right here. This is it, the demon who the world it's colors...the Rainbow Demon. The long time rival of King Inky and Inky Albarn's son. With the Rainbow demon bringing light and justice to all of the heartless, the evil forces shall definitely turn our planet into a bloody hell in the palm of Ink Demon's hands. That's what needed to be done and therefore...I won't make any hesitations from the disturbances of interfering with my plans on reawakening the Rainbow Demon. This is it, it's all for nothing. Rainbow Demon do it for me, defeat the Ink Demon and I will avenge my sister's death.

Rainbow Demon : ...With pleasure. Inky Jr, it's been 70 years since we last meet in our battle to save the planet and the colors you tried to take everything away, with the powers of the great rainbows, the light and colors shall feel right for me and justice will be served! (chuckles) I will meet the Ink Demon finally at last for 70 years since his disappearance! And now he's back to be hiding in the shadows, and there will be no escape for him! You are mine, Inky Jr. I will protect the colors and the light itself.

~ Special Mission : Return of the Rainbow Demon ~

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Could I request a Twisted Alice x gender neutral reader Short fic? One in particular where the reader comes back injured after coming in contact with the ink demon and Alice just comforting them?

Yes! However, I will note that I don't believe that's a strong suit of hers.

Reader gets injured by the Ink Demon and Twisted Alice attempts to comfort them.

(Gender ambiguous).

Word count: 902

Warnings: Blood, violence, and injury.

Masterlist here!

Truth be told, safe places do not truly exist with Joey Drew Studios. Sure, you can shove yourself in boxes, barrels, or crates in an attempt to hide from what lurks within its bowels; you can get inside a Little Miracle Station, or put yourself behind as many metal shutters as you'd like... but the determination some of the monsters have to rip your face off ensures that no spot will allow you to remain undetected forever.

Despite that, ever since you unwittingly walked straight into one of Alice's snare traps, you have felt rather safe.

Sure, she was going to kill you at first. There was mention of harvesting your organs and putting your lovely eyes in a jar, but she changed her mind sometime between when she cut you down and when she put you on the operating table. Since then, she's become your twisted guardian angel. Most of the filth (as Alice puts it) that has dared to try and touch you has come to deeply regret it.

You can defend yourself well enough, though, and don't often wander. However, if you do, as long as you don't stray too far, Alice will hear you and be there if you need help.

Today, you've been scrounging around for gears. Alice needs them for some repairs. You're in the middle of pulling one out of some busted machinery when your ears pick up the sound of squelching footsteps. The voice that accompanies them shortly after is one you recognize. It belongs to a Lost One you encountered not too long ago. He's a particularly aggressive fellow.

...You really don't want him to spot you again. With that in mind, you stuff the gear you just picked up into your bag and press yourself up against the wall beside the door.

The door opens.

You hold your breath as the Lost One walks in. The moment his back is completely facing you, you attempt to sneak around the door and leave.

The floor creaks. Loudly. You know he heard it.

"You!"

You duck down, narrowly avoiding a swing from a metal pipe, and start running.

You try to lose him, but you can't seem to.

You push yourself to create a bit more distance, then resort to shoving yourself into a vent. It works. He doesn't see you.

... But he still won't leave the room. You decide to crawl further in, searching for an exit rather than trying to wait for him to go away, and end up finding one that leads you into an unfamiliar part of the studio.

You curse under your breath and get a move on, knowing that you can't linger out in the open for long.

"I see you there..." That voice, unfortunately, is also familiar. It's a deep, growling, distorted sound that travels down your spine like ice.

You nearly slip on the ink that's starting to crawl across the floor as you break into the fastest run of your life. The studio all turns into one sepia-toned blur. All the while, the Ink Demon is continuing to barrel after you like a speeding train. You think he might still be talking, might be taunting you about your inevitable demise, but it's hard to tell over the pounding of your heart in your eardrums.

A sharp, awful, burning pain flares across your leg as the demon's claws tear it open. You cry out and stagger, falling straight through the door in front of you. You drag yourself into another vent, narrowly avoiding his grasp.

You trail blood through the ducts until you finally reach a place you recognize. You promptly drop your head onto your arms and breathe a shaky sigh of relief. Your body refuses to stop trembling. You feel faint.

The speaker up in the corner crackles to life you jump at the sound. "Where have you been?" comes your angel's voice. "I've been calling for you for ages."

You hardly even process what she said, just that it's her, which fills you with relief so immense that you immediately start crying. You try to tell her about the Ink Demon, but your words are borderline unintelligible through your tears.

"I can't understand a word leaving your lips, my dear. I'll come fetch you. Just stay put. Keep your pretty little head in that vent so nothing comes to tear it free from your shoulders."

You shuffle far enough back into the vent that no passing ink creature will notice you. You don't keep your eyes open long enough to hear her heels approach.

"Darling?"

You weakly jolt awake, your bleary eyes struggling to take in your surroundings.

"Shh..." A cold hand pets your hair. "You're back where you belong..."

You're in Alice's lair. Your head is in her lap. She's not used to mending. All of her dark surgeries are destructive, cutting, pulling open the machine's creatures to take what she wants before dumping them, but she's done her best to patch your leg up.

"You were down in his preferred stomping grounds, weren't you?"

"...I-I was being chased. I got lost..." you reply weakly, your vision beginning to blur again. "He almost had me..."

"I would have hunted him down myself," Alice says although she fears him like most in the studio do. "But you survived. And you're safe here." She strokes her thumb across your cheek. It turns your tears black. "Now tell me... what disgusting creature chased you into such dangerous territory? I can squeeze it into my schedule."

[insomniac-djmm]

Omg I saw that you accepted my request! Thank you so much :3. Soo I have another BATIM ask for sammy x reader (he’s my favorite) Sammy x artist reader? They can just draw casually or be an art department person or anything else I don’t mind

(btw I love your writing style so much!)

A Musical Muse: Sammy Lawrence X Artist! Reader

Summary: Sammy's lover has always had a knack for creating things, especially pictures. After a while of art block, they find inspiration in the man closest to them.

Character: Sammy Lawrence - Bendy and the Ink Machine franchise

Warnings: None! :)

Genre: Fluff

Author's Note: Thank you so much for your request, I really appreciate it! I absolutely LOVE writing for Sammy, he's got to be one of my all-time favorite characters! Thank you so, so, so much for the compliment on my writing style, by the way! It means so much to me! I hate to say it, but I did put this off until two days ago and did it during an all-nighter, so it's gonna be short and sweet, sorry :( I wanted it to be a bit longer, but I wrote the last sentence and thought that was a sweet way to end it :)Merry Christmas, and happy holidays!

Word Count: 509 words

"Uugghhh..." Y/N groaned, falling back onto their bed, holding their sketchbook and pencil in the air. For almost a month now, they would sit down with snacks and their art supplies, ready to draw, but the moment they picked up their pencil...

Nothing.

Their brain came up with nothing.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't think of a single thing they wanted to or felt like drawing. Either that, or they got side-tracked. "Curse you, art block..." They groaned, letting their arms flop down beside them.

"Art block?" Sammy spoke up, having just then walked into their room. It was one of those rare occasions when Joey let him actually leave the studio instead of staying in the Artists' Rest, which was a good thing because he hardly got any sleep in there anyways, and it gave him more time with his darling.

"Goodness, it's a horrible thing." Sammy winced, recalling his own episodes of experiencing art block. When you do creative work for a living, art block is the last thing you want to experience, and Sammy had his fair share of scuffs with the involuntary lack of creativity.

"Yeah... Got it right now." Y/N sighed, sitting up now as their legs dangled off of the edge of their bed. "That was rather apparent." Sammy chuckled, making his observation clear.

"I just... Ugh! I wanna draw something, but I can't think of anything at all!" They exclaimed, the frustration clear in their voice.

"I'm sure you just need to give it some time." Their lover offered a smile. "It usually clears up on its own." "Sammy, it's been a month now-"

"Oh-"

He took a moment, pausing. "Well, my dear, have you not yet come across something, perhaps... Particularly inspiring? Something that would get your mind going again?" He asked. "Perhaps revisiting a source of media you enjoy could get you back into it." Y/N paused, nodding. "Yeah, maybe." They glanced to their sketchbook before looking back to Sammy.

Maybe it was the way the artificial light from the overhead lamp hit his eyes, his patient smile, his soft hair. Maybe it was what he said about finding a source of inspiration.

Either way, they'd just found their source of inspiration, and it was him.

They smiled, and Sammy gave them a curious sort of expression.

"Actually... Would you mind if I drew you?" They asked, picking up their paper and pencil. "I wouldn't mind at all, dear." Sammy chuckled, feeling a bit flattered that his darling would project such creativity onto a piece of his likeness.

"That's great because you're gonna be there for a bit." They laughed.

"Oh!" He chuckled, shaking his head with amusement.

And for about 30 minutes he sat there as Y/N sketched his likeness onto their paper. The curve of his smile, the glow of his eyes, and the warmth he made them feel - they projected it all into their work.

After all, you know what they say.

Drawings are the love language of an artist.

[clonedchaos]

𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰- 𝔇𝔞𝔶 20: 𝔊𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔭

Summary:

Wally and Norman have a habit of gossiping together.

Rating: G/PG

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"Word has it that you snatched Mr. Lawrence’s cake,” Norman commented from up in the projector’s booth. The older man was shining the projector’s metal to the point Wally was certain he could see his reflection in it. It was his night routine before he headed out for the day… Just like how it was Wally’s plan to end the day mopping the music department.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” He smiled with a roguish glint in his eyes. He leaned against the mop’s wooden hilt. “A little birdie told me it was rather delicious. Mighty delicious indeed. Perfect chocolate curls, whipped cream and all. What a beauty that must’ve been. Wonder who the lucky fella was to snag that treat.”

Norman briefly paused cleaning the rim of the lens. “So, it was you then?” He laughed. “Nothing escapes my vision, Mr. Franks.”

"Please, call me Wally, old pal,” Wally said, briefly tipping his hat to the projectionist. 

Norman did the same. In Wally’s eyes, they were practically two peas in a pod. Yin and yang, peanut butter and jelly, yada yada. He was one of the few people in here that understood him. Wally respected that.

"Everyone in this studio knows better than to tamper with Mr. Lawrence’s things. He’s almost as crazed about it as Mr. Connor. You, however, you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.”

"Guilty as charged,” Wally put his hands up in defeat before quickly moving to grab the mop before the handle could hit the ground. He went back to work. These cursed ink stains never got out of the floorboards. “Ya ain’t gonna tell no one about this, are ya?”

"Tell them what?” Norman grunted in amusement. “I hold more secrets up here than you know, Wally,” he said, tapping his forehead. 

"Oh?” Wally perked up in curiosity. “You’d be surprised what I pick up on while changin’ trash bags and cleanin’ offices. Real drama. Drama no one wants to talk about.”

"Ain’t that the truth,” Norman replied and kept cleaning. “Mr. Lawrence puts on a front for Mr. Drew. But the moment his back is turned… he’s somethin’ different, I tell you what. Can’t blame him. He’s shiftin’ deadlines so fast that by the time you finish your final cut, he calls for a whole lotta changes that don’t seem to make much sense.”

Wally felt a bit less proud of his cake thievery now. “Grant’s gonna blow a gasket the way Joey’s been hounding him for cash. I was taking out the garbage and found him crunching numbers. Poor guy looked like someone just told him his grandma passed.”

"It’s that serious?”

"I believe so. As long as I get my paycheck, I’m golden,” Wally laughed despite the situation. “All I gotta say is, if I don’t get my paycheck, I’m outta here.”

Norman finished his upkeep check for the projector. “You always say that, Wally. And yet here you are with all of us. Just another cog in the machine.”

"Of course I am,” Wally nodded. “Where would I be if I didn’t have no one to gossip with?”

[blue-the-bluest]

Welcome to Ink Machine Chronicles!

Ink Machine Chronicles is a revised Bendy and Boris; The Quest for the Ink Machine series that was made by TheGreatRouge (Who we don't support in this account), I fixed the big mistakes and questions Rouge left out, I also combined my theories and hypotheses into one whole comic!

As you can see, my art and account is still under construction due to school and house issues, but I'll happily answer your questions if you have some about the revised comic. Ask appropriate and nice questions please!

I'll add in the info for no reason in particular

Benjamin "Bendy" Drew

Age: 16

Sex: [FTM] Male

Sexuality: Bi-curious

Parents: Mother - █████ ████ | Father - Joey Drew

Personal Connections: Boris (Best Friend) - Felix (Parental Figure)

Mental Issues: Lcheu's Genesis (Ink Illness) is a condition characterized by black pure eyes and it is caused by a curse. Lcheu's Genesis is also characterized by ink spilling out of the eyes, mouth and nose. | DID disorder (Dissociative identity disorder)

Background Info:

Born as a female, Changed into a male

Lived with Boris, Alice and the butcher gang for his whole life before escaping at the age of 14

Is a master thief and parkour climber

Was born by the blood of the Devil and Joey's soul

Is Street smart

Bennett "Boris" Drew

Age: 14

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Straight Ally

Parents: Mother - █████ ████ | Father - Joey Drew

Personal Connections: Bendy (Best Friend) - Felix (Parental Figure) - Mugman (Best Friend)

Mental Issues: Separation Anxiety | Selective Mutism

Background Info:

Was born by the blood of the Devil and Joey's soul

Inseparable to Bendy

A fast runner with his legs (can run in 4's but rather not)

Has sensitive hearing and an amazing sense of smell

Left the studio when he was 12

Consider Bendy as his older brother

Is Academically smarter

Maverick "Mugman" Inkwell

Age: 14

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Straight Ally

Parents: Mother: ████████ ███████ | Father - Black Hat

Personal Connections: Cuphead (Biological Brother) - Boris (Best Friend) - Felix (Parental Figure)

Mental Issues: ADHD

Background Info:

"Experiment #1034 is a controversial case of a young boy, known as “Maverick”, who was born in a laboratory as a result of being experimented on. The experiment was conducted by a team of scientists led by Professor Black Hat, who used in vitro fertilization (IVF) technology to create the child and his sibling. This experiment was extremely controversial, as it raised ethical and moral questions about the use of technology to create life, and it sparked a great deal of public debate."

Christian "Cuphead" Inkwell

Age: 17

Sex: [FTM] Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Parents: Mother: ████████ ███████ | Father - Black Hat

Personal Connections: Mugman (Biological Brother) - Bendy (Friend) - Felix (Parental Figure)

Mental Issues: Bi-polar

Background Info:

"The birth of Experiment #1033, "Christine" was born in a laboratory, is an intriguing and concerning development in the field of science. Though the exact details of the experiments conducted on the girl are unknown, it is clear that the scientists involved in the project have had difficulty in controlling the girl’s behavior. She is reported to be aggressive towards the scientists, yet strangely calm when in the presence of Experiment #1034."

Felix Tom Sullivan

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Sexuality: Bi-curious

Parents: Father - Pat Tom Sullivan

Personal Connections: Bendy (son figure) - Boris (son figure) - Mugman (son figure) - Cuphead (son figure) - Oswald (Best friend) - Sheba (Cousin) - Inky & Winky (Nephews)

Mental Issues: Anger Issues | Depression | paranoia

Background Info:

Lived a poor life but an amazing imagination

Explored since he was 5 (ongoing)

Famous writer and Adventurer

Is the parent of the group

Once had a crush on Oswald but it died down (knowing it wasn't correct)

Academic and Street smart

Sheet Drawings will be posted soon!!! Feel free to ask questions!

[lirusstories]

Egotober Day 2: Bird

“Hey Marv?”

“Yeah?” The man asks confused, turning to look at his older brother, whose stopped in the middle of the empty sidewalk, starting at the lit streetlight behind them, where a crow stands perched on top of, seemingly watching them, to make sure they’re looking at it.

“Did you happen to befriend a crow and not tell us?” Jackie asks, visibly confused and slightly worried, despite the crow's calm exterior, something is simmering below the surface.

Marvin looks up at it and reels back a bit, there's, something magic attached to the crow.

“No…”

The crow squawks before hopping down to the sidewalk in front of the two of them.

It squawks again, watching the brothers with intelligent eyes.

“I think it wants us to follow it?” Jackie states, though it sounds like a question. Yet Marvin can’t help but agree.

As if understanding Jackie, it begins to gently fly near the ground before landing and turning to look at the brothers.

They hesitate before following the bird, it doesn’t feel malicious after all. Just, worried.

They follow the bird to an alley they don’t remember seeing it and, slowly follow it down the alley to a very odd looking door, likes its hand drawn but very obviously real.

Jackie and Marvin look at each other as a small murder of 13 crows surround the door, like they’re waiting for them to open the door.

Marvin hesitantly approaches the door, magic weaving between his fingers as he approaches it, the birds hopping out of the way for him.

He goes to slowly open the door, but as soon as the knob is turned it swings open harshly, and the brothers cover their noses at the overwhelming smell of decay and ink.

As soon as the door is open the crows fly in and go separate ways, clearly trying to find something. 

“Well,” Jackie says with a grimace, “Might as well get this over with.”

He doesn’t wait for Marvin’s response as he enters the building looking a little green for how strong the smell is for him.

Marvin grimaces but ends up following, using his magic to keep the door open.

Jackie and Marvin do get far before they here frantic cawing, calling all the other crows to fly quickly down the hall leading the brothers to follow the birds.

As they turn a corner, they see a poorly boarded up doorway, with an arm slung over covered in what's clearly ink. 

The poor crows are hopping around the door anxiously, trying to pull whoever is behind up with their beaks, nipping at their arms and fingers and even hopping over the bottom board onto presumably their shoulder to tug and nip at them.

Jackie’s moving in an instant, Marvin close behind his heart racing, his mind going a million miles an hour as he tries to figure out what's going on, cause right now, they seem to be in joey drew studios, a game Jack voiced in.

Marvin looks down at the persons as the birds squawk but move out of the way, the bird that hopped over hopping back to watch intently.

Marvin lifts the arm, trying to pull the person up as Jackie rips away the bottom boards like they're a piece of paper that's particularly upset him before he’s catching the person, possibly a man wearing a familiar hat now that they can see as Jackie lifts him up.

“Holy shit.” Jackie mutters, looking at the man, he looks almost exactly like them just, covered in ink. The birds are quick to flock onto the man, but they don’t have time to try and inspect him as the studio seems to tremble violently, immediately alerting the brothers to the structural integrity failing.

“Run!” Marvin hisses before they take off, blissfully relieved when they remember how close they are to the front, they’re out before they even know it, the crows barely beating them out the door before the building seems to collapse behind them.

But curiously, as they turn back, Marvin silently cursing Jackie’s stamina as the magician has to catch his breath, the door his gone, only a completely blank undisturbed wall.

“What… was that?” Jackie asks, confused before adjusting his grip to what he hopes is a more comfortable grip on the sleeping figure before Marvin’s attention is drawn to him.

“I’m… not sure.” He says softly, “Could’ve been a pocket dimension. I’d need to ask them a couple questions when they wake up to find out for sure.”

Marvin mutters to himself more than anything, this brings up, a lot of potential research opportunities.

“Alright well, let's just get him home first, call Henrik and let him know we need him.” Jackie tells Marvin as he begins to leave the alley, the crows following him as one lands on the sleeping man’s, presumably Shawn Flynn’s, chest, watching the man in what can only be described as worried eyes.

Marvin jerks and grimaces at the thought of calling the doctor out of work, “Why me?”

He may be complaining, but he’s already pulling out his phone.

“Because I’m carrying a whole person.”

Marvin sputters. “I’ve seen you pick up Wilford with one arm and the amount of times you’ll just pick up the couch with us on it for bullshit reasons, with may I reiterate, with one arm!” 

Despite his complaints he’s already dialing Henrik, chasing after Jackie who begins to job away from Marvin.

“Get back here!” He hisses, “I can teleport us you moron- Hey Hen!”

Jackie laughs as Marvin does a one 180, ignoring the glare that gets shot his way as the cat man explains the situation to their little brother.

Jackie just hopes he can help.

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Ink Wells and Dark Spells, a BATIM story chapter 017

The ink around you was silent at last.

You lay against Bendy’s small form, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your cheek. The steady pulse kept you grounded in reality. It kept you aware that you were still alive—stable and whole. Your vision cleared as you forced your eyelids open with every ounce of strength you had left. Like a switch had been flipped, the exhaustion that had threatened to drag you away from your loves retreated at long last.

“Mouse?” Bendy’s voice broke into your awareness, fragile as glass. Tears welled in his large eyes, threatening to spill over to stain more ink over his cheeks. “Are ya…are ya really okay?”

Weakly, you lifted a hand to cup his cheek. Your thumb brushed away the streaks of black beneath his eye, the ink—as usual—sinking into your skin. “I’m okay,” you whispered with what you hoped was a reassuring smile. You took in a shaky breath, relieved beyond measure that you had avoided being felled alongside the curse. The constant burning in your veins had eased and the gnawing hunger in your gut had finally disappeared. “Better than I’ve ever felt, actually.”

A massive, comforting presence approached from behind. Ink knelt close, claws trembling just enough for you to see. There was a rare uncertainty flickering behind his grin when he cradled your face between his large but gentle hands. The golden glow of his eyes softened—a mixture of relief and lingering fear still swirling in their depths. He leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours.

“You scared us,” Ink’s rumble made your stomach flip. “Don’t ever do that again.”

A soft laugh fluttered out of your mouth even as tears blurred your vision. “No promises,” you teased. Despite the tremble in your voice, you felt safe in their arms. Secured and loved.

The ink demon grumbled in affectionate exasperation before dipping his head to claim your lips in a tender, powerful kiss. It felt like liquid fire flooding your veins—alive and real. It washed away any remaining trace of fear. After a bit, he slowly pulled back, albeit reluctantly. His glowing gaze brightened at the sight of your now-pink face.

Before he could make some teasing comment on it, however, his toon counterpart decided he’d waited long enough.

“My turn!” Bendy interrupted with an impatient huff. Nudging Ink aside, he leaned forward to claim your lips for himself. His kiss was sweeter—filled with an innocent warmth that melted your heart. By the time he pulled back, his eyes were wide and bright while your face was probably on the verge of becoming a tomato.

“Better?” you managed to whisper, brushing your fingers along his horns and struggling to get your racing heart back to its normal rate.

“Much,” he sniffled, pressing his cheek against yours and tightening his arms around your neck.

Someone clearing their throat nearby drew your attention. The heat beneath your skin—that you had just gotten under control—bloomed hotly once more when you caught sight of Audrey and Henry approaching you three. They had witnessed the entire loving display. Audrey approached cautiously, but with a bright and knowing smile lighting her face.

“It’s really over,” she said softly, eyes—no longer shining yellow from the curse, but their actual gray-blue—full of relief. “The curse, Joey’s mistakes—all of it. You did it.”

Henry stepped forward. His own expression was full of pride as he offered you a hand to help you to your feet. Ink growled softly beneath his breath, but made no move to shoo him away as the animator pulled you up. “I still can’t quite believe it, but we’re all finally free. Thanks to you.”

“We did this together,” you indicated the two demons supporting you from either side, tail flicking nervously behind you.

“I think it’s time you three had a real future,” Audrey spoke up with a warm, thoughtful expression. “The studio doesn’t have a hold on you anymore. There’s an entire world waiting out there—one already filled with toons. Mickey, Goofy, even Roger Rabbit.” She paused to giggle at the mention of the final toon, as if something about him was amusing. “They’ve found homes and families. You can, too.”

Bendy’s eyes widened. His tail wagged so hard it was practically vibrating. “We can leave? Really leave?” he squeaked in disbelief. His eyes were bright and hopeful as they searched the two humans’ faces for any sign of deception.

Ink hesitated. His glowing gaze—no longer hidden by a constant stream of ink—shifted toward you. You could feel the uncertainty radiating from him. Gently, you took his massive clawed hand in both of your own, squeezing to reassure him. “We can do this. Together,” you promised. Excitement and nerves twisted together in your own chest, but you knew that you could do this journey. As long as you had these two by your side.

Bendy tugged at Ink’s other arm—as insistent and adorably-stubborn as a child…or a Devil Darling toon. “Come on, Ink! You heard them—we can have a new life! Just us three.”

A heavy sigh slipped from the toon’s taller and more-monstrous counterpart. A rare tenderness softened his features when his gaze dropped to your intertwined fingers. “As long as we stay together.”

“Forever,” you promised. You pulled his arm, rising up on your toes meaningfully. Taking the hint, Ink leaned down to your level to give your lips a chaste kiss.

Bendy wedged himself between you both, cheeks puffed in exaggerated protest. “Hey! Don’t leave me out!”

Ink grumbled but wrapped an arm around the toon while his other curled around your waist, pulling you both in close. You laughed at the pair’s playful banter, heart swelling with a sense of belonging.

Henry and Audrey exchanged a quiet, meaningful glance before the older man spoke again. “I’d be honored to help however I can.”

Audrey nodded with a grateful smile playing about her lips. “That would be helpful. We’ve got a lot of people to relocate and help integrate into both societies.”

Hope blossomed inside you as you listened to the two come up with ideas and discuss the finer details. Everything was real. It was all really happening. You could hardly believe it. Beside you, Bendy excitedly began chatting about everything he wanted to do in the outside world. Ink watched him fondly despite his playful interruptions every now and then. Your fingers tightened around both of their hands, anticipation fluttering inside your chest.

You glanced over your shoulder, getting one final look at the true heart of the ink machine—the curse that had trapped you all for so very long. No longer was there a pull to drag you back. No longer was there a hunger to force you to feed it.

It was just an empty, quiet husk of a dream that an old man had a long time ago. One that he had regretted and tried to fix. Probably died believing that it never would.

But now, his creations—all of you—were free. Free to live. Free to love.

And for the first time since you’d woken in this strange, ink-stained realm, you knew that your future was bright.

[sammy-i-dont-want-to-be-here]

Hi. The real creator of this blog speaking

THIS is an RP blog where you can talk... with Ink Demon!!

(my main blog: @meow-and-ink-demon)

Long story short - Sammy forced him to be here to talk to people finaly.

Rules!!!

No NSFW, no flirting, blah blah blah

This blog is made FOR FUN

I DO NOT OWN INK DEMON, HE BELONG TO THE MEALTY AND JOEY DREW STUDIOS

Your asks can be normal and cursed. As you like

No sending threats. I get that sometimes that can be just for fun, but I don't want anyone to get hurt or feel bad because of this. This asks will be not answered

Enjoy!!

Look of Ink Demon and some facts about him

ALTHOUGHT!! I won't draw the canon BATDR mouth. He will have a normal one:

Is this AU? Not really - I just canonly see him like this.

I draw on paper. Please understand, it's just much more comfortable to me!!

Okay, again - enjoy!!

Note:

when you see on this blog "Ink Demon have tea break" that means that you can ask but wait more for answers. When you see "Ink Demon is thinking about life" - the ask box is closed for a reason

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

An American Were-Rapper in London

Two American graduate students from New York City, Bonnie Freeman and Giles Fisher, are trekking across the moors in Yorkshire. As night falls, they stop at the Slaughtered Lamb, a local pub. Bonnie notices a five-pointed star on the pub's wall. When she asks about it, the pub-goers grow hostile, prompting her and Giles to leave. The pub-goers warn the pair to keep to the road, stay clear of the moors, and beware of the full moon. David and Jack wander off the road and onto the moors, where a vicious creature attacks them. Giles is mauled and Bonnie is seriously injured. The beast is shot and killed by some concerned pub-goers who followed the pair. Instead of an animal carcass, Bonnie sees an unconscious blue haired man lying next to her before passing out.

Bonnie wakes up three weeks later in a London hospital. Inspector Philip interviews Bonnie and informs her that the locals reported that an escaped lunatic attacked her and Giles. Bonnie insists a rabid dog or wolf attacked them. A ghostly Giles later appears to Bonnie and explains that they were attacked by a weretoon; since Bonnie was bitten, she is now a weretoon too. Giles is cursed to walk the earth in limbo, neither dead nor alive, until the toon's bloodline is severed. Giles urges Bonnie to kill herself before the next full moon so she does not harm anyone.

Dr. Morgana visits the Slaughtered Lamb to investigate, suspecting that Bonnie might have been influenced by local superstitions. When asked about the incident, the pub-goers deny any knowledge of Bonnie, Giles, or the attack. However, one distraught pub-goer privately tells Dr. Morgana that Bonnie will rap battle other people when she transforms.

Upon being released from the hospital, Bonnie stays with Bobby Friedkin, the part-time doctor who cared for her. Bobby tells Bonnie that he is worried about her mental state. Giles, now even more transparent, appears and warns Bonnie that she will transform into a weretoon the following night, and again advises her to commit suicide. Bonnie refuses to believe him but when the full moon rises, she transforms into Boyfriend Fnf. He prowls the streets and the London Underground, rap battling six people and turning them into weretoons. She wakes up the next morning on the floor of a toon enclosure at Joey Drew Studios, with little recollection of what happened, and returns to Bobby's flat.

After learning of the previous night's rap battles and realizing that she is responsible, Bonnie unsuccessfully attempts to get herself arrested in Trafalgar Square. She calls her family to say she loves them, then loses the courage to slit her wrists with a pocket knife. Bonnie spots Giles, whose skeleton is now showing, outside an adult movie theatre. Inside, Giles introduces Bonnie to her previous night's victims, some of whom are furious with Bonnie and suggest different suicide methods to free them from their toony state.

Bonnie transforms into a weretoon inside the cinema. She turns Inspector Philip into a weretoon and wreaks havoc in the streets, transforming several motorists and bystanders into toony caricatures of Newgrounds characters such as Alien Hominid and the Knights from Castle Crashers. The police surround and trap Bonnie in an alleyway. Bobby arrives, runs down the alley and tries calming Bonnie by saying he's a weretoon too. Although Bonnie's consciousness briefly appears to recognize Bobby, she lunges forward and is tranquilised by the police, reverting to human form as Bobby sobs in Simlish.

Ah, yes. Peak cinema

[akiraidraws]

Imperfections Snippet: When Your Past Comes To Find You

Summary: Trying to escape the studio's most twisted fiend, Bendy finds himself running into an unexpected face deep in the bowls of Drew's old studio.

(Contains: Hurt/Comfort

Joey Drew Studios is a dark, dangerous, ink filled nightmare, that, to all that called the vile place 'home' was common knowledge. There weren't many rules to this twisted reality… but one. One that was respected and followed by all of the studio's inhabitants. Stay out of the ink demon's sight, for if you see him coming, well, you better run.

Nobody followed this rule as rigidly as Bendy.

For Bendy knew what lie under that gangly and depraved ink. Oh, he knew, and he wanted nothing to do with it. He had already had too many close calls with the man behind the mask, ones that left him haunted. He wouldn't put himself in that situation again, never again, it was better to stay hidden in the shadows and out of sight. Which given his small stature and the dark nature of the place was relatively easy for the most part.

The studio was littered with dark, shadowed hallways who's light had faded long ago. Bringing with it a saving grace as well as a curse. It was easy to hide, sure, but you never knew what else could be hiding in the shadows with you.

Not to mention the ink that seemingly oozed out of every decrepit pipe and dripped down every abandoned wall. Ink as black as night and as vicious as the demon himself. It puddled in odd places just waiting to give rise to its next army of searchers or drag you down into its depths. Into the screaming, pleading, howling fishbowl of voices.

It was enough to drive anybody into madness.

But Bendy knew this place like the back of his hand… well, glove and knew which areas were safe enough to be tread and which areas were not.

Hiding had become second nature to the little devil throughout the years. Even before this whole ordeal started and the studio was still producing those old cartoons, he learned to hide. After Henry left and Norman disappeared, Bendy had no choice. But all those years of evading detection were paying off now as Bendy quickly made his way through the halls.

He had to get back to Alice. She was sure to be getting worried by now.

Alice, the angel made from heaven and sent from above, his Alice. She and Boris are the only ones left from the original studio crew. Everyone else was dead or worse than dead.

Sometimes, just sometimes, Bendy could swear he heard the voice of an old friend ring out from one of those inky monstrosities everyone referred to as 'searchers'. The very thought made him ill, but it wasn't unlikely, that Bendy knew all too well.

'No, don't start thinkin' 'bout that now!' He told himself, shaking away the thought as he turned another corner.

Only to run right into the back of a tall figure with an audible "Oof!"

The impact was enough to knock the little devil darlin' backward.

Stunned and a little dazed, Bendy rubbed at the back of his head as he sat up to see what or who he had just run into. Only to be greeted by the sight of a familiar face that looked just as stunned as he was.

A face Bendy thought he would never see again.

"Henry…?"

"…Henry!"

Before Bendy could even register what he was doing, he was running straight for the still stunned animator and wrapping his arms tightly around the man's thigh earning a small gasp in return.

"Where have ya been?"

"W-what?"

"Where have ya been, Henry!?"

Excitement quickly gave way to anger as Bendy stepped away from the man, glaring hotly.

"Y-you left us! Left ME!"

"Where WERE you! Why didn't ya come back!? Y-you just left one day without as much as a goodbye! Why!? WHY?!" Bendy screamed, large inky black tears streaming down his yellowed face and fists shaking at his sides as he trembled with rage.

If looks could kill Henry would be a dead man with the icy hot glare that Bendy was giving him. It made his heart ache. He knelt down and firmly but gently grasped the shaking toon by his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Bendy. Please, let me explain before you decide to hate me." Henry pleaded.

"Why should I? Ya just gonna up and leave again?" Bendy spat back coldly, still glaring daggers at the man before him.

"I never wanted to leave you-"

"Well ya did, Henry!" Bendy cut in, brushing off Henry's grasp.

"I know I did! I know!" Henry pleads, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

"But I didn't want to, Bendy!"

Henry all but whispers pleadingly, hoping to reach the little toon he took in all those years ago. His little Bendy.

"Me and Joey…, We had an argument about… well, you. The way he treated you… Things got heated and he fired me, screamed at me to get out and made me leave without you or the others. I tried to come back for you, believe me, I did, but Joey changed the locks, I couldn't get in."

Bendy rubbed at his now tear stained face as he looked away from the man "Ben… Ben said that ya left because ya didn't want me anymore…"

"Bendy…"

"H-he said *sniff* th-that ya left a-and that it was my fault!"

Henry couldn't help but feel heart broken for the now sobbing toon in front of him. He expected this kind of deceit and blame from Joey but never from a sweet little toon like Ben. Henry wasn't going to lie to himself. It stung. A lot.

"Bendy. You know I'd never just leave you."

Bendy shot Henry a hot glare through his tears "How do I know that, huh?!"

"Please don't shout, Bendy."

"I'll shout if I-"

*CRASH!*

"wannaaaAAAAHHHHH!"

"TTHhheeEERRrrrREE yYOooOUUu aARRrre!"

Henry stood frozen in place as a tall dark figure appeared from around the corner. It was much bigger than the ink demon but shared a striking resemblance. One thing stood out from the demon though, the arms. Four very strong looking arms that were visible from the silhouette of the creature. Whatever it was.

"No! No no no no no! Not again! I don't wanna! Leave me alone!" Bendy screamed as he curled into himself shaking more violently than before.

Henry only caught a glimpse of the tall four armed monstrosity that Bendy had apparently been running from before their paths intertwined. Every instinct in Henry's body kicked in at that very moment out of the pure horror of what he was seeing. He grabbed Bendy and made a run for it as fast as his legs would carry him. Hopefully he could find a little miracle station before whatever that thing was caught up to them.

Dark inky shadows quickly encased the narrow hall behind them. Chasing, hunting down its prey.

Henry's heart was pounding in his chest as he ran. Holding Bendy tightly in his arms as he tried to keep a lead ahead of the quickly encroaching shadows. A battle he was slowly and surely losing. He could hear the loud beating of a heart behind him. Or was that the pounding of the creatures footsteps as it made chase? He didn't want to look back to find out.

Turning a corner, Henry tried desperately to pick up the pace. His legs were already carrying him and Bendy as fast as they could but it wasn't fast enough. The creature was gaining on them and fast. The shadows were ahead of him now, consuming every speck of light and encasing them in darkness. It was getting hard to see were they were going. But they had to keep going. The creature was closing in.

Henry nearly lost his footing as the creature took a swipe at him, just missing the back of his collar.

He was breathing heavily now and his heart was beating so loud in his ears it nearly drowned out all of the sound around him. Bendy must have heard it too as he clutched onto Henry tighter and squeezed him so tightly with his tail that it was almost painful.

Rounding another corner, Henry was relieved to see the faint glow of a miracle station tucked along the right side of the hall, peering out from behind a wooden beam.

Racing down the hall he threw himself and Bendy into the station and slammed the door shut. Just cutting off the creature's attempt to apprehend it's prey.

"HhheeeenNNNnrryyYYYYYYyy…"

The massive creature croons.

It's voice is like a horribly distorted radio station. A sound that fills him with a sense of horror like he's never experienced before.

"YYyyoouUuu ccaAnnnTTt HhhiiiddDEee FffrrroooOMmmm MMmmmeEEee"

Terror floods his system as the demon breaks out into demented cackling. Rasping its clawed fingers against the wood of the miracle station. Threatening to break right through the safety of the little box.

Bendy is trembling in his arms, whimpering and keening to himself.

"No no no no no no!"

The little demon is stock terrified. Trembling and crying to himself as the creature continues it's threatening taunts.

The rasping of fingers soon turns to angry scraping, like knives cutting into the wood and making both man and toon shiver in fear.

"IIiii wwWWwiiillllLLLL GGggeeeeTtt mMyyy hhHAaaaaannnndddDSSSssss oONnnn YYyyooooOUUUUuuuu, eeeEEeeevvvVEEeentttuaALLLLlllyyyyyyyyy~"

With that, the cackling creature shuffles off down the hallway. Leaving Henry and Bendy to recover from their shock in the safety of the little wooden closet.

Oh, thank god…

Henry collapses onto the bench within the station, heaving out a hefty sigh as his body trembles with endorphins. Relieved but uncertain. That thing could still be out there, waiting for it's prey to reveal itself before it strikes.

It's better to stay here for the time being.

At least here they'll be safe. Or so he hopes…

Henry's attention shifts down to the shivering toon in his arms. His frown growing deeper at the sight.

"Hey~ Sshhhhh~ It's okay~" He tries to comfort, gently petting the back of the demon's head as Bendy sobs.

The action is comfortingly familiar for both man and toon. A reminder of the bond they shared so long ago, muddled by time and distance, if not a little bit of misplaced resentment on Bendy's part.

The little demon looks up to the animator as they sit in terrified silence. A silence that is soon broken by the ever inquisitive toon.

"Is that *sniff* really why ya left?" Bendy sniffles quietly.

"It's not 'cause ya didn't love me anymore?"

The question snaps Henry's heart in two.

"What?? No, Bendy… I never stopped loving you."

Henry nuzzles into the side of Bendy's head, placing a tender kiss to the velvet like ink that's still as soft and warm as he remembers.

"Then why?" Bendy questions. "Why did ya leave me with HIM?"

The toon's question is loaded with so much unspoken pain.

He'd suffered more than he cares to tell at the hands of that man. Hurt and humiliated at every turn simply for being imperfect. Just the thought of his time with that awful man brings fresh tears to Bendy's eyes.

"Oh, Bendy… My sweet baby boy… I'm so sorry. I didn't want to. I never would have. But Joey had me dragged out kicking and screaming."

Henry hugs the little demon close.

"All I wanted was to take you home with me, but Joey wouldn't have it."

He never meant for any of this to happen. He just wanted to protect his beloved toons, he never imagined it would all boil down to this ink stained nightmare.

"I love you so much, Bendy. I couldn't stop thinking about you. Worrying about you. Terrified of what Joey might be doing to you. Your momma and I, we were devastated without you."

"Momma…" Bendy repeats softly.

He can't even remember what she looks like…

He rests his cheek on Henry's shoulder, looking away from the man. He's still so angry and this is all so much. He just wants to get back to Alice. His Alice.

"Bendy..?" Henry speaks.

"You okay, Kiddo?"

The toon's silence is starting to weigh on him. Just a few minutes ago he was under the assumption that his little boy was long dead. But now, oh, he has so much work ahead of him if he ever hopes to make it up to the little demon.

"Alice." Bendy states plainly.

"I need to get back to Alice."

[27helena-solaris]

Some Galahs Go On An Inky Mission: Chapter 7

Third Person POV

"We'd better find the baby boy again or I'll destroy everything on this floor." Audra muttered.

"I believe there is something special in all of us."

"What the hell?"

"Who are you?" Audra asked.

"Especially you two."

"Fffuuuck yooou." Alinta cursed. "Hi, Joey Drew."

"That's Joey?" Audra asked. "I thought he'd be in a business suit, not look tasty for me to eat."

"Audra, don't you dare." Alinta growled.

"Come on up! Let's take a little walk. There's something I want to show you." Joey said.

"Oh shit. Oh shit!" Alinta muttered darkly as she climbed up the ladder. Audra had used her air magic to get up there.

Once everyone was gathered, Audra asked, "So, meat loaf, what did you want to show us?"

"There you go! Follow me." Joey said.

"Oookaaay, that's weird." Audra acknowledged.

"But mind your step."

"Oh, because the building is old and there's goddamn forsaken hellspawn ink creatures everywhere?" Alinta asked. "Sure, we'll watch our step."

Cue the Slicer jumpscare.

"Aaaa!" They yelped. Well, except for Joey. He was busy walking away.

"That little piece of shit!" Alinta growled.

"This old place is full of surprises." Joey said. "I should know. I've worked here for a long time."

"And you created these monsters that you call art." Alinta growled.

"But what is this place?" Audra asked.

"An ink-filled hell made for those unlucky enough to be caught in it." Alinta barked.

"It's a cycle." Joey replied. "An ink-stained nightmare forever stuck on repeat."

"That's one damned way to say it." Alinta muttered.

"With just a pencil and a dream..." Joey continued. "...And a little help from the Gent Corporation, it came into being."

"And because of your STUPIDITY, we have Lost Ones and Searchers who didn't want to be that way." Alinta argued. "Fuck you and your stupid company!"

"Alinta Helias Revanche, watch your mouth!" Audra scolded, slapping Alinta on the back of her head, making her yelp.

"From what I gather, it exists in parallel to the outside world." Joey theorized.

One of Alinta's veins popped. "Whatthefuckdidyoujustsay???"

"But completely removed from the march of time." Joey said.

"Hold on." Audra hissed. "Backtrack to that comment, food. Did you just say that it's parallel to the outside world?"

"That means it'll leak, fucker." Alinta growled. She had the urge to bite his face off. "You little son of a bitch, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

"And like a record, played over and over again." At this point, they have reached a door that said, "There is ALWAYS HOPE." Joey says, "It's begun to crumble, wear down."

Alinta's eyebrows twitched as she angrily retorts, "But it's still leaking into the real world, Joey."

"Can I eat him? Please?" Audra begged.

"This studio is a monument to choosing the wrong road."

"Coorrrection, it's a monument of YOUR mistakes, Mr. Sunshine." Alinta said.

"Now whether it was built for revenge or regret, I don't know."

"It's both, dumbass." Alinta remarked.

"Alinta, what did I just say?" Audra hissed, jabbing Alinta with her elbow.

"That's my riddle to solve."

"UuuuuuggghhAAAAA-" Alinta screamed.

"Come over here for a sec." Joey beckoned.

"Why?" Audra asked as Alinta started to tear at the walls in her frustration. No answer from Joey. "Fine. Come along, wolfy." Audra said, dragging a somewhat feral Alinta near a too-calm Joey. "Now, why did you want us to come here?" Audra asked again.

Joey turned around and explained, "The truth is-"

"No, no. EXPLAIN." Audra interrupted.

"Someone out there is messing with what's in here."

"Well, obviously! Otherwise I wouldn't be on this mission." Audra responded.

"Bad things have begun to emerge from the puddles."

"But you made these creatures, right?" Audra prompted.

"Wicked creatures that never came from my pen."

"Oooooh. Well, um, dang it." Audra said.

"The worst ones call themselves Keepers. Dangerous, deadly folks."

"So... That means we need to find Kaiso. Quickly." Audra noted. "Got it."

"They've taken over the old Gent Workshop, just beyond the sewers." Joey says informatively. Audra gulped. Alinta was currently destroying the room they were in. "Trying to bring what they call order to this world."

"Riiight. As if the cycle really needed it." Audra said. She glared at Alinta sternly. "So what can we do to help?"

"Freezing the cycle in place! Changing the script!"

"Sir meathead, we get it. Just tell us how to help get it back in motion." Audra said seriously.

"Whatever answers you're looking for, you'll find them there."

"Joey freaking Drew, answer my gosh-darn questions!" Audra roared. Her patience was waning. Joey didn't answer. "Not again!" Audra forcibly pulled the feral Alinta near Joey and growled sharply, "Why can't you just fix it?"

"Look, above all, never forget."

"Joey-"

"You're here for a reason. There's always a reason."

"Yeah, and it's to fix the cycle!" Audra hissed.

"Even if you can't understand it."

"...Where in the world is Kaiso when we need her?" Audra wondered. "Why couldn't you just fix this world?"

"Because I'm not the man. I'm just...the memory." Joey pulled his arms into a mummy-like cross and floated through the door. The door opened, revealing a grave for Joey Drew.

Audra and the finally-calm Alinta stared at it, open-mouthed and shocked, confused even. Alinta spoke first. "I-I thought he'd appear to someone else instead."

"I can't eat him." Audra said in disappointment. "He's already dead."

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

A conversation between a searcher and two lost ones

Jack: how are we even still alive down here? You two a specially with either of your health histories!

Grant and Sammy, not looking not from what they’re doing: Spite…

Jack:… you know what makes sense, Shawn said the same thing when I went to see him…

[billie-the-sleepyhead]

Curse of Joey Drew Studios (CoJDS) is still in the production stage for the actual story (Probably 2 or 3 multi chapter fics. I’m working on the pre ink hell and in i k hell ones right now.) but I do have most of everyone’s backgrounds and designs pinned down. I’m open to answering questions about it.

desperately begs the batim fandom for more pregame studio content cause i wasnt in the fandom in 2017 and missed out on when everybody was doing “ask joey drew studios” question boxes & comics left and right. and i fucking LOVE seeing people’s human designs and reading abt their headcanons

[curse-of-joey-drew-studios-extra]

Searcher Wally got some cake!!!