#bendy fanfiction

[bloody-peach]

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

(art by Hikase555)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Some time before-

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

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

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

-Now-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[meow-writer-cat]

They thought they would hide... in the dark... in the gloom... between the rooting, yellow walls of the studio, inside the ink domain... but humans always find an enterance where they want to enter.

The fools entered the studio, obtaining the book of illusions - a book writen by man, but capable of destroying an entire society . The fools did what the book said, even if that could bring destruction to the world.

The kind of the Dark Puddles emerged from the darkness of the cage of cycles, emerging into the outside world. Spreading it's black roots among the city streets, someone managed to stop it with a ritual... but the people who absorbed it's ink remained so. Possesed by the wonderful taste of the king's black ink, they wanted more.

The town was possesed and the king hide back in his cage, in the chains. Fools still believe that the demon will come to them - he will free them from this world. Without realizing the danger, someone will one day wake up the demon king and thell him to fix it, restoring order of the world.

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Bendy AU fanfiction comming on Wattpad soon

#bendy #batim #batdr #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #bendy fanfiction #meow writes #meow do silly things

[angelofthepage]

Summary: Mr. Drew helps his new apprentice move out of her dingy apartment and then grab a bite to eat. Meanwhile, the movers are in for a surprise back at his humble abode.

#bendy fanfic #bendy fanfiction #bendy au #searching the depths #searching the depths: the heart of the studio #joey drew #bella ewe #sammy lawrence #twisted alice angel #steve mcgregor #steve's friend

[inkabelledesigns]

Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

(No pressure if you don't want to though!)

Star, thank you so much for sending me this! Delighted to be included and honored to be asked! While I don’t have a ton of fics out there (and some of my favorite parts of them aren’t even public yet) I think we can pick out five I really love. And I’ll encourage all of you to share works that you love from your own libraries! Please share, I wanna see what brings you joy!

Raindrops and References

If you thought I wasn’t gonna include this one, you had another thing coming Star. XD One, thank you for letting me explore your world through my own lens, and two, thank you for your kind words. I wrote this fic when I was just getting back into writing, and it was an early step in learning to write for my own enjoyment after having been expected to create for others for years. It was satisfying and fun for me, and I’m glad it’s been that for you and so many others as well. I still get emails of people leaving a Kudos on this from time to time, it’s wild. X’’’D Sometimes you give a gift and get an unexpected one in return. I’m still glad I wrote this, it made a positive difference.

Trapped in His Web

I don’t know if this one is still canon to Step Right Up, but regardless, I’m still honored to be a part of @bertrumstrousers wonderful circus world. Thanks for letting me write for Jacob and the make-up and costume department Giandark, it’s a treat and I love them so much. It was such a good time getting into Jacob’s head and Bertrum’s, and the horror and transformation elements of this story brought me so much joy. 

The Kraken’s Labyrinth

One day I will pick this up again, now that I have a clearer idea of what to do with it (thanks Audrey). XD It was inevitable that I was gonna put Bendy and merfolk together, with a little sprinkling of Samsie, but I didn’t expect how much joy this was gonna bring to the table. Still love this world a lot.

Searching the Depths - The Heart of the Studio

Ah yes, my “magnum opus” fic. Of course I have this as a favorite. XD I have a lot of fun working with the entire Bendy cast and my silly little OCs. I’m letting myself learn to just let go and have fun, and this fic continues to teach me everyday what I want in a story. It means so much that you guys have loved Bella and co, thank you. <3

Richard the Keeper - The Studies of 214

My most recent fic and a surprisingly strong source of brainrot as of late. If you like witty banter, unethical science, and Bendy levels of shenanigans, highly recommend this one! It’s got three chapters now with a focus on Richard, a keeper, running experiments to unlock the secrets of how the ink works, with the help of Bella, his prisoner and one of our cyclebreaker protagonists. Richard and Bella have such a fun dynamic, Sammy has been a delight to write in this one, and Wilson? Oh he’s horrible, I love writing him too. XD Please get me to talk about this one more, I’m having a blast with it. 

Honorable Mention: 

The Role I Was Made For

Not so much a fic as it is an audio skit! This started out as a dialogue test to see if I could voice Audrey and a cartoon Bendy (I blame Erin Lehn for putting the question out to the community of what Baby Benders might sound like, that’s what sparked this). It turned into a much deeper script about what makes a Bendy, and how Bendy and Audrey feel about who they are. It needs some heavy editing, but it’s one of the best scripts I’ve written in a long time. I’d say I like it just as much as Break Time, and another collaborative skit that hasn’t come out yet. Stay tuned, your girl got to co-write something awesome and perform as a very animated Susie Campbell, I look forward to when that’s ready to be heard. XD

Here’s sending you all the good vibes! Go take some time to reflect on what you love about your work, it’s very rewarding.

#bendy fanfic #favorite fanfics #bendy fanfiction #askbox

[elflock-magician]

"Security Break: Part One" (Re-upload)

Summary - Audrey had been captured by The Keepers and locked away in prison. From there she is forced to work with the misguided cultist, Sammy Lawrence. Audrey makes it her mission to escape the prison, all while helping Sammy realize the error in his ways.

Audrey was walked down the long hallway of the prison. There were two Keepers, one at each of her sides. Their hands were wrapped tightly around her thin arms, so much so that she was beginning to feel some kind of numbness.

“Where are we going? Where are you taking me!?” Audrey questioned as she felt sweat drip down her face. Or was that ink? Who would know at this point?

The Keepers did not respond. Her situation was unfortunate. Very much so. Had she been a bit more careful, she probably would have been able to avoid this situation, not to say it was her fault. She had been captured by The Keepers. And yet they left her alive. But regardless, she looked to her side. She passed cells and cells of individuals, all being held captive by The Keepers. Audrey hated to say it, but The Keepers scared her.

She remembered those audio tapes. Talking about how they would lock Bendy away and torture him untill he cried. Audrey didn’t want to think about it. 

The Keepers were going at a slow but steady pace as they forwarded to Audreys cell. She saw many, many Searchers, as well as a few Lost Ones. There were also a few Pipers as well. They gawked at Audrey’s appearance, making sly comments, others trying to attack her downright, but being stopped by the glass wall of the cell. Some of the cells were tinted, others not. Probably depending on their purpose of presence. Audrey tried to pry her eyes away from the sights of the prisoners. Sooner than later, Audrey saw The Keepers were leading her to the cell at the very end of the area, near the wall.

“Uh oh…Looks like someones goin’ to cell 4-18.” A Lost One said. One of the Pipers laughed loudly in response. “Makes sense. Someone as freaky lookin’ as that would fit right in with him.” The Piper said, not getting specific enough. However, Audrey was curious. Regardless of the fact, The Keepers dragged her further. “Listen, a word of advice, my friend,” A rather friendly Lost One said as Audrey passed their cell. “Stay away from him. Just don’t talk to him!” They shouted after Audrey as The Keepers continued to drag her further down. 

‘What are they all talking about…?’ Audrey thought to herself. But before she could get much more thought into her statement, they reached the cell. Audrey noticed how one of The Keepers signaled to another over a radio to open the door, all with just various noises that Audrey could not decipher. But electronically, the doors slammed open. They hastily shoved Audrey inside, her hitting the ground with an unsettlingly loud ‘thump.’ 

Audrey decided she’d find a way out, no matter what. The door slammed shut once more behind her, drowning Audrey in darkness. The only light came from the tinted window in the room. It was tinted to where The Keepers could see in but she could not see out. “Ooh…” A voice said. The voice was…chilling. Unsettling. It sent a shiver down Audrey’s spine. The voice just didn’t sound right.

Audrey’s head snapped to the direction of the voice. It was coming from the darkness of the cell. She soon saw a few candles lit in the cell, all surrounding a strange pentagram. Her thoughts went back to what The Lost One had said. “Just don’t talk to him.” They had said.

“Greetings, little sheep.” A figure emerged from the darkness of the cell. A man made of ink. He had a mask depicting that of Bendy covering his face. Though it was tattered, falling apart at the seams. “...Hi…” Audrey whispered with an almost shy wave. The man of ink looked somewhat strong, though more skeletal than anything. And she was in prison. What she needed right now was allies. Friends. People to help her and people that she could help. And, well, you simply attract more flies with honey than vinegar. Audrey smiled at the man. She decided to try and communicate. “…Do you know where we are…?” She was having trouble finding words. The way the man of ink looked lanky, like a corpse on feet, it made it hard for her to focus. The man of ink laughed silently. “You’re in The Prison of The Keepers, little sheep.” The man said intimidatingly as he approached Audrey. He was about Audrey’s height. . 

“I…My name is Audrey.” She said, referring to the nickname the man of ink had gifted her. “I don’t care. But what has brought you down here? I do not think I’ve seen anyone like you before.” The man asked. “I’m looking for a way out. I’m just trying to get back home.” Audrey explained. “Well I’m sorry to spoil your fun, but I’m afraid that just won’t happen little sheep-” “Audrey,” “For you see. This is a dead end. But there is hope. It is time to believe. For The Ink Demon, The Dark Lord, is still alive! Don’t trust their blasphemy! That wretched Wilson a liar!” The man of ink shouted out. Audrey knew good and well that The Ink Demon was alive. “Believe? Believe in what?” Audrey shouldn’t have asked. “In the power of The Ink Demon! He will free all of us! All it takes is sacrifice, little sheep, sacrifice.” The man explained. That didn’t sound very…good. Was he going to try and sacrifice Audrey? Audrey hoped not. 

“Sacrifice? What’s that supposed to mean?” Audrey asked and approached the man more closely.

“Love requires sacrifice. And once The Ink Demon notices my sacrifice, he will save us.” “And what exactly is your sacrifice?” Audrey asked, somewhat afraid of being trapped in a room with this strange man that started preaching the moment she entered the room. “Time, body, anything The Ink Demon values. Then…then, he will see me as an equal. He will save us. It is time to believe, little sheep.” He explained. “I…don’t think that’s how it works. Seeing someone as an equal isn’t supposed to be a monetary thing.” Audrey explained, though not being aggressive about it. “...Pardon?” The man mumbled. “I mean…mutual respect isn’t something that needs to be earned. It is basic courtesy to care for other people. You shouldn’t need to sacrifice all of…whatever it is you’re sacrificing, to be treated as an equal.” Audrey explained. The man of ink stood still, somewhat frozen in time. Almost like no one had ever really responded to his statements. Most people just went with “can’t reason with crazy” when it came to him. There was a long silence. “Well it works differently with The Ink Demon. I am no False Prophet. I trust in the loyalty of The Ink Demon.”

The man turned around and sat down on his stool.

“Oh! Wait! What’s your name?” Audrey asked quickly and called after the man. He didn’t look back to Audrey. There was a long silence. “Samuel Lawrence.” He answered blankly before picking up his banjo. “Samuel…” Audrey repeated back. “I’m just going to call you Sammy. It suits you.” Audrey said, trying to become at least acquaintances with Sammy.

“Mhm…” He laughed. “Whatever it is you say, little sheep.” Sammy replied.

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Time passed. Sammy absently played the banjo as Audrey explored the cell more. 

“Hey…uh…Mr.Lawrence?” Audrey began simply. “Yes?” Sammy replied, though not looking up from his banjo.

“How long have you been left in here?” She asked, trying to get a grasp on what was going to happen to her. Sammy sighed. “Why, I’ve lost count after all this time. It is not like they give us a calendar down here.” Sammy replied. Audrey’s expression soured. “The Keepers never come back for you if you are lucky. Unfortunately, I haven’t a miracle once in my life. And considering you’re here, I take you haven’t either.” Sammy explained. Perhaps it wasn’t Sammy she needed to be afraid of. “What do The Keepers do to the people they come back for?” She asked, her voice almost just a hushed whisper. “Well, little sheep, if they left you alive then they want something from you.” He responded, looking back at his banjo, playing yet another empty tune. 

But what did The Keepers want from her? Or Sammy? 

“But what could The Keepers want from me?” Audrey questioned nobody but herself. “Why would you ask me? That’s a question you must answer….before they do.” Sammy replied. The statement was made all the more chilling by the tune of his broken banjo.

“What did The Keepers take from you Mr.Lawrence?” Audrey asked. The crooked music of the banjo abruptly stopped. It only stopped for a moment before picking back up again. “They have taken many things from me. I have nothing left but my loyalty.” Sammy finally said. He didn’t even have pride. Being kept in the prison like an animal. “And my music, I suppose.” He added. Audrey smiled at that.

Audrey carefully sat down on her cot. She listened…somewhat peacefully as Sammy played. “Are you just going to keep staring at me?” He questioned. “I’m just listening.” Audrey replied. He sighed in response. “I used to be a musician.” He said and strummed another few strings. “But I was…” His voice trailed, just in the slightest. “I was never quite the solo act. I had a lyricist.” Sammy stated. “...Oh.” Audrey replied. “What happened to them?” She added. “It doesn’t matter. They are…hopefully dead. Dead is better than being caught up in this inky nightmare. But regardless,” Sammy looked for the right words. “You remind me of them.” Audrey somewhat frowned. 

“What do you remember about them?” Audrey asked. Sammy looked back to his banjo. “This ink has clogged my brain. I cannot remember a name…a face…nothing. Nothing but their voice.” Sammy stated. “You speak like they did.” He said. “I’m sorry that you can’t remember.” Audrey mumbled. No response was given. -

A bell, that sounded almost like a buzzer, rang. “Oh…well would you look at that. Little sheep, you’re lucky you arrived when you did. It’s a very special time of week, you know.” Sammy said and clapped his hands quietly in mild excitement. 

“Week…Special? What are you talking about?” “Ohoho…You see, The Keepers found that most humanoid creatures, when left without contact, begin to stop functioning as well as they so need, as a solution to this problem, once a week they allow the prisoners to…walk about a larger area. I enjoy it. If I am able to convince enough subjects, we can make enough of a worship that The Ink Demon must notice us.” Sammy explained. Audrey mentally sighed.

“I don’t wanna be mean, but, if The Ink Demon were to care, he wouldn’t see you as a lesser individual...” Audrey said. “You simply aren’t believing enough, little sheep. The Lord of The Dark Puddles will not be swayed so easily!” Sammy said in an almost condescending manner. The door slammed open once more. A set of Keepers making their way into the cell and grabbing both Sammy and Audrey. Sammy was quick to let them take him, Audrey however, cowered to the back of the room, trying to avoid the grasp of the two creatures.

“No! Stay back!” Audrey shouted. She was given no response as The Keeper grabbed her by her wrists, and pulled her out of the cell. Once they exit the cell, the door behind them slammed shut. 

Audrey was led down that same path she had seen the day prior before being shoved into the inky prison cell.

But now, she was dragged to a room in which she had never been before. It looked something like a cafeteria. It was definitely one of the…cleaner rooms she had set eyes on.

A few Searchers and Lost Ones were sitting at the long tables.

Sammy went over to what Audrey could only assume what was basically the person who serves prison food. A set of Keepers guarded each exit properly. “Wait, if you’re made of ink, why do you need to eat?” Audrey asked. “Oh, no no no, I have no true need for it. However the rodents near our cell do.” Sammy replied. Huh- so he did have a few hobbies outside of being a cultist.

One of The Lost Ones was serving the food, a Keeper organizing it in the background. The Lost One seemed to be one of the prison volunteers. Sammy reached to grab the bread.

“Nah-ah-ah.” The Lost One said and pulled the bread away. “Only if you do the voice, alright Little Prophet?” The Lost One said with a sly grin- well if they had a mouth. Sammy sighed and rolled his eyes at the nickname. “No. Just give me the bread, or I promise, Wilson’s pathetic attempts at violence will look like child's play.” Sammy replied with the threat, glaring at The Lost One through his mask. “Yeah yeah, whatever, just say the thing!” The Lost One replied with a smile, seemingly enjoying messing with Sammy. Like poking a dangerous animal with a stick. Sammy grabbed the bridge of his nose through the mask. And through gritted he said, “Can I get a ramen?” He finally stated, completely deadpan, avoiding eye contact.  The Lost One burst out laughing, slamming their fist onto the table. They wiped an imaginary tear from their eye. “Alright alright, just wanted to fracture your pride, little prophet, here’s your food.” The Lost One said and forfeited a loaf of bread to Sammy, the same went for Audrey, however she got it without a fight. 

Audrey only poorly stifled a laugh but took her loaf and followed Sammy to the table. However, a Lost One grabbed her arm as she passed. “Hey,” They said. “Oh! Hello..!” Audrey replied and turned to The Lost One. “You shouldn’t talk to him. That’s just putting a target on your back, my friend.” The Friendly Lost One said. 

“Oh…Well, it’s a risk I’m willing to take. He seems just…very misguided. Not that being misguided justifies anything but…I don’t think it’s too late.” Audrey stated. The Lost One let go of her wrist and pulled back. “I wouldn’t count on it.” They said. Audrey frowned. “...Here. Take this.” Audrey said and handed her loaf of bread to The Lost One. The Lost Ones face, despite having very few features, lit up at the sight.

“Oh! Thank you! Thank you!!” The Lost One thanked. Audrey smiled. “Of course.” Audrey responded before going back to join Sammy.

But, as she continued to walk, something came into sight. 

“Wait…is that…?” Audrey muttered as, behind the glass and in the next room, was one of the phone-like structures Alice called her through! If she got over to the structure, she could call Alice for help. But that begged the question, how would she get past the glass, let alone make it over to the wall without The Keepers noticing? Audrey thought for a moment, all before spotting a…vent! Near the ground as well. Perhaps, if The Keepers were distracted for long enough, Audrey could simply slip away into the vent and get across. From there she could call Alice, and then slip back like nothing had even happened. 

An idea quickly dawned upon her.

“Mr.Lawrence, I need your help!” Audrey called out in a determined voice as she slammed her hands onto the table that Sammy was sitting at. “Ah. Hello.” Sammy replied, not even a little startled. “Well, well, well, little sheep. What do you need?” Sammy asked, now slightly leaning onto the table. 

“I need you to cause a distraction. I’m going to get help for us.” Audrey explained with urgency. Sammy laughed at the statement. “The only help I need is from The Ink Demon.” Sammy replied simply. “And a distraction? How would I go about doing that?” Sammy asked. “I…I don’t know! Just start preaching like you were before! That caught my attention, surely it would work now on The Keepers.” Audrey suggested. “Well you do not have to ask me twice.” Sammy replied before standing up from his chair and quickly jumping onto the table. “Listen, EVERYONE, The Ink Demon will rise!” Sammy called out. “There he goes again…” One of The Searchers mumbled and tried to look away. The Keepers attention was drawn to Sammys…uh…scene. “Yes! Perfect! Keep it up!” Audrey complimented as she rushed over to the vent cap. “Now is the time to kneel to The Lord of The Dark Puddles!” He shouted. “It is the time to believe!” He continued to shout.  Audrey pulled the vent cap off and crawled through it. She made it to the other side of the glass. She had done it undetected as well. 

She took a deep breath. Audrey quickly got back to her feet and ran over to the phone-like system. “Alice! Alice, can you hear me?!” Audrey questioned and held the system in her hands closely. “Alice?!” She questioned again. She had limited time.

"Audrey! You're okay! What happened to you, are you hurt?" Alice called out, her voice full of relief to be hearing Audrey once more.

"No no, I'm okay. The Keepers just...got a hold of me." Audrey replied, also very relieved to hear Alice again.

"Gosh, that's a long way down, Audrey. But don't worry. I'll come and find you." Alice said, clearly alarmed by the idea of Audrey at the mercy of The Keepers.

"Alice, you don't need to panic. I'm okay. I've made a few friends down here." Audrey explained, referring to Sammy and The Lost Ones who seemed to look out for her. Speaking of, she looked back to the lunch room. Oh that didn’t look good. Sammy was getting apprehended, but he was putting up a fight. Alice sighed with relief. 

"Good. I'm proud of you. But don't get too comfortable. I'm on my way. But I don't think that I can get there without a fight. Do you know any secret ways in?" Alice asked. “There might be! But I’m not completely sure. The doors to the prison are kept closed with electricity. If you're able to turn it off, my friend and I could get out and meet you!" Audrey explained.

“Interesting. I’m sure that we can find the power box and shut it down.” Alice said. “So just sit tight for now, alright Audrey?” Alice said. “Okay! Thanks Alice. See you soon.” Audrey responded. Audrey was greeted with silence. She felt comforted. Alice was coming to get her! Audrey quickly pulled back, crawled through the vent and covered it once more.

-

Audrey was taken back to the cell alone. Where had Sammy gone? It seemed like The Keepers had taken him after he had caused a scene. Audrey was becoming somewhat worried.

But she sat alone. There wasn’t anything she could do to try and help. The best she could do was wait and hope for the best.

Audrey looked around the cell. She, from the short amount of time she had known her cellmate, knew that Sammy liked having his space, privacy, that sort of thing. She saw his banjo, which he treated with such care. One of the only few memories he had left from before the Ink destroyed his life. The banjo was perhaps one of the only things Sammy cared to try and maintain the quality of. Audrey sighed. What a sad, misguided, fool of a man. It was partially his fault. Sammy didn’t know, but nothing was worth hurting innocent people. Nothing. But Audrey believed that there was still hope for Sammy. That there was still good within him. That it was never too late. And that he was not beyond redemption!

Suddenly, the door opened, Audrey’s head snapped in the direction. And just as she had hoped, there was Sammy Lawrence. 

The Keepers shoved Sammy into the room, and he hit the ground with a resounding ‘splat’. He looked…beaten. Or at least he looked a little less shaped than before. “Mr.Lawrence!” Audrey called out. Sammy looked back at The Keepers as the door slammed shut. Before Audrey could get a word in, Sammy shot up and stood at the window. “Cage me if you will, but The Dark Lord will return! I know it, I know it!” Sammy shouted and banged one of his fists onto the glass. Audrey quickly noticed the absence of his mask, his mostly featureless face on display.

The window was tinted, so they could not see out, only their reflection. Sammy sighed. 

“Are you alright? Why did they take you?” Audrey asked. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Sammy replied coldly. Audrey very quickly noticed how…moody Sammy could be. But despite what he had just said, Sammy began to explain anyways. “The Keepers do not appreciate me attempting to riot the prisoners.” He replied.

Oh. He was injured. “They may strip me of my pride, my dignity,” He hissed the word, “But my loyalty to The Ink Demon will remain.” Sammy stated. “You…You don’t need to go the The Ink Demon for forgiveness, for recognition, comfort, whatever it is you’re looking for- Mr.Lawrence!” Audrey tried to explain. “You wouldn’t understand, little sheep.” Sammy responded back coldly, going through yet another mood-swing. What was his problem? “You have to understand- nothing is worth hurting innocent people!” Audrey called. “There’s more out there in the world for you- you don’t need forgiveness from The Ink Demon- to be free, Mr.Lawrence, you need to understand.” Audrey tried to explain.

“No no, I understand perfectly well. I…Am the only one to understand.” Sammy said, turning away from Audrey. Now he was simply denying help right in front of him. Audrey paused. She couldn’t make him realize what he was doing. And that was his own fault.

“You have asked me a lot of questions. It is my turn to ask you, now.” Sammy began. Audrey didn’t cower. “Alright.” Audrey replied, her brow slightly furrowed. “Why aren’t you afraid, little sheep?” Sammy asked, stepping towards Audrey herself. “Of The Ink Demon. Of being trapped down here. Of me. Of The Keepers.” He asked. “...Because, I trust in myself. I have made a lot of mistakes, but I’ve come to terms with them, 

I…I believe in myself.” Audrey explained. Sammy poorly stifled a laugh. “And I believe that I can get out of here without causing any…uh…undue harm.” Audrey explained. Sammy laughed, quite loudly in fact. “Yeah.” He said sarcastically. “Good luck with that.” He added before turning away and sitting on his cot. Audrey became…just a little frustrated. Sammy was kind of a brat who had way too many mood swings than can be normal. Still. Not beyond redemption. 

“I’m not praising the ink demon, because no matter what I want, it’s not worth hurting the innocent! Even if The Ink Demon could free me, it wouldn’t be worth it! Can you understand that? Or…Or have I been wrong about you? Are you really just…The Ink Demon’s Prophet?” Sammy’s eyes, or lack thereof, widened. “Or are you still Sammy Lawrence?”

Sammy sat silently. “I’m everything you’re not.” He said, a venom in his voice. He said the words like a joke he had been waiting to say. However, he wasn’t smiling, nor was he laughing. He sighed. He frowned before sighing. “....You talked with The Angel, correct?” Sammy asked suddenly. “You’d better have gotten us help. The Keepers were certainly generous this time so I will not be doing that again for you.” He added. “I did. Alice said she’s coming back for…” She fought back saying ‘us’ by reflex, “me.” She said. Sammy laughed. “She can only get you so far, little sheep.” Sammy said and turned around. “We both have our disagreements, but….I believe the two of us need each other. Because after all, it is only us here.” “...I can’t trust you.” Audrey stated. “You said it yourself! You’re willing to sacrifice anything to The Ink Demon. Even people that just want to help you.” “Well, do you have any other options? Do you really think you can make it out of here all on your own?” Sammy asked. “So- just to make this clear, you’re offering to help me escape…?” Audrey muttered. “Though we have different motivations, we have the same end-goal. Getting out of this prison.” Sammy said. “So I will assist you, but when it so calls, I will forfeit all I have to The Dark Lord. Including you. Be very aware of this if you accept my offer, little sheep.” Sammy did have a point. The Keepers were able to beat the living hell out of Sammy himself before, so it’s not like Audrey could survive much longer on her own. “Fine.” Audrey spat. “So it’s a deal then!” Sammy called out.

-

Sammy was strange. Sammy was strange. Hah…that sort of rhymed…Sammy strange. Sammy the strange…haha! Sammy was so strange that Audrey was going to put him in prison!! That’s right! Audrey was putting Sammy in jail for…one thousand years! She’s putting Sammy in jail!~ Oh!~ She’s putting Sammy in– “Augh- snap out of it Audrey!” Audrey smacked herself on the side of the head. Being trapped in such a small cell with so little to do was really having an affect on her. She was laying in her cot, staring at the wall. “You have been laying there for a while.” Sammy said. “Why don’t you join me in prayer?” Sammy offered. Audrey rolled her eyes so hard it practically made noise. “I appreciate the offer, but no thanks.” Audrey said.  “Is the only thing you really want from The Ink Demon…freedom?” Audrey asked simply. Sammy was hesitant to reply. “Something like that, I suppose. All I really want is to be free from this….prison I call a body.” “And the physical one?” “Yes, Audrey, and the physical one.” “But I already knew that. What I meant was…for real. What does freedom really mean to you?” Audrey asked. Sammy paused. “I….” His voice trailed off. Could he even remember? “I want to be able to…feel okay once more. The Ink Demon, as far as I know is The Lord of this world, I want to please him, so when the day comes that he smites the beings of this realm, he takes notice of me, and grants me mercy.” (Sammy was basically a ‘pick-me.’)

“You’re…afraid of him?” Audrey questioned. Well Sammy had never thought of it like that. “You believe that you have to earn being seen as a person, but also…being afraid of the person that you are supposed to trust everything with….That’s bad, Mr.Lawrence.” Audrey said.

Sammy continued his prayer. 

-

Audrey had been in prison three days. Three whole days. Or so she believed. Like Sammy had said, they didn’t really have a calender down there. 

She rolled over in her cot. “Are you sure that your Angel is coming back for you?” Sammy asked. He was drawing…some kind of pentagram with ink from his very own hand.

“Of course! Alice wouldn’t abandon me.” Audrey replied. “She’s very loyal.” She added with a soft smile. “Well I suppose you’d hope so.” Sammy said.

“You know, when I get out of here, the first thing that I’m gonna do is wash my hands and take the longest nap known to humankind.” Audrey stated with a soft chuckle. “What about you?” She asked. Sammy scoffed. “And why is that your business?” Sammy halfheartedly insulted.

“Whatever, come on, just answer!” Audrey jokingly insisted. Sammy sighed. Audrey wasn’t that bad of company.

“When I’m free from the ink,” Sammy looked down at his hands. “I suppose I’d just like to feel okay again.” He added. “You already said that.” Audrey commented. “You repeat yourself a lot. What I meant is like, where would you go?” She added. Audrey paused. “But you haven’t been outside in a long time, have you? It would make sense you don’t remember a lot.” Audrey muttered. That came out more insensitive than she had expected. But an idea dawned on her. “When you get out of here, ink or not, I can take you to a piano concert!” She happily suggested. “Or the beach, you know, I think Alice would like the beach.”

Sammy sat in silence as Audrey happily ranted. She was a nice kid. She didn’t deserve to be trapped down here like Sammy did. May The Ink Demon spare her soul.

-

BANG

The door to the prison slammed open. 

“Gah!” Audrey called out, startled. Sammy didn’t flinch, but was somewhat shocked the door even opened. “The door! It’s open!” She shouted and practically jumped out of her cot and threw herself out of the door, Sammy quickly following behind her. “The power has gone out! Your Angel must be here after all.” Sammy stated, in real and actual shock.

“I didn’t doubt her for a second!” Audrey exclaimed. “We are not out of the woods yet, little sheep. All of the other prisoners have escaped too. And I doubt The Keepers will allow us to escape without fighting fire with fire.” Sammy explained. “Alright, well let’s just hurry!” Audrey shouted. The two of them rushed down the hall. “The power box is in the top office. Surely that is where your friends are.” Sammy stated. “Most likely.” Audrey replied. 

“What’s going on?” One of The Lost Ones mumbled and scampered out of their cell. “I think the power went out.” A Searcher responded. 

Everything was in a ruckus. One of The Keepers roared and began to snake up at lightning speed. Audrey visibly cringed at this. But there was really nowhere else to run. 

“Gah!! Mr.Lawrence, we’ve barely gotten out of our cell and they’re already closing in!” Audrey shouted and recoiled back. “Stay still.” Sammy mumbled before grabbing Audrey’s wrist. He jumped over the ledge, pulling Audrey along with him, before putting her into ink. Wait– ink? What had just…? Audrey gasped for air as she and Sammy emerged from a wall. “What just happened?” She mumbled out.

“My apologies. I haven’t done that in a while. The Keepers are usually very keen on cleaning ink.” Sammy explained. “For this very reason.” He exhaled strongly. “We just…traveled through ink?” Audrey muttered. “Yes.” Sammy responded, getting to his feet and dusting himself off. “I’ll teach you sometime, that is, if you wish.” The offer was stated in a soft tone. 

Audrey smiled softly. “Thanks, Mr.Lawrence! It’d be nice!” Audrey thanked. Sammy sighed. 

“Now, it looks like we’re in the confiscation rooms.” Sammy observed. “So the staircase up would probably be around here…” His voice turned into a muttered as he looked around the room, just a bit. “I believe this is mine.” Sammy mumbled and got his mask back, putting it on. 

Audrey opened the door, revealing several Keepers guarding the area.

“Well, we’d better go then.” Audrey stated.

With those five words, the two of them left the room and began to try and make it past The Keepers. Audrey was very careful. Or at least she was trying to be. She carefully hid behind poles as she avoided the cutting lightful gaze of The Keepers. Sammy was seeming to have a bit of a harder time. He was a very…uh…bold type? So every time he assumed The Keepers were not looking, he would walk past. But he wasn’t very fast. 

The two had made it about halfway through the room when, the two of them both froze. In that moment, the both of them sensed it. The Ink Demon was coming. 

“Hide! We gotta hide!” Audrey shouted and rushed towards a locker in the corner of the room, Sammy however, did not. “Mr.Lawrence!” Audrey shouted after him and gestured for him to follow. Sammy didn’t listen. Audrey quickly climbed into the locker. 

He hid behind one of the pillars. And just as predicted, The Ink Demon himself appeared. He emerged from a puddle of the dark substance. The Keepers made some attempt to ward him off, all of which failed, and ended with all of them being crushed or backhanded into a wall by The Ink Demon.

This left The Ink Demon alone with nothing more than the corpses of The Keepers, Sammy, and the hidden Audrey. 

Sammy emerged from behind the pole and into The Ink Demons vision. Audrey cursed under her breath. 

“My Lord,” Sammy began as he threw himself onto his knees and held his hands. He hung his head as well. “I knew you would one day come for me! Have you heard of my prayers? I am here to please you, My Lord,” His head was hung, and could not see The Ink Demon slowly raising a claw-full hand over his head, preparing to decapitate the man in one fell swoop. 

“I can only pray you will do the same for me. I have proved loyal to you, My Lord, I will do anything for yO—” Audrey sprinted out of her hiding space, grabbing Sammy by the wrist, only just barely evading the claw of The Ink Demon. Had she moved slower, Sammy would have been decapitated. “No offense Mr.Lawrence, but you are very dense!” She shouted as she pulled him forward. 

She recalled what Sammy had shown her about slipping through walls using ink. She had never done it before, but she knew somewhat what had happened when Sammy had done it. So, as she ran, she saw the hole in the wall with a puddle of ink seeping out of it. 

The Ink Demon roared and was quickly following behind them with a murderous intent in his eye. All until finally, Audrey and Sammy made it through the ink, being thrown out in some other room. 

The both of them fell to the ground. “Gnh—Audrey, where did you take us?!” Sammy questioned. Audrey got to her knees. It took quite a lot of energy to do just that. 

“I…I don’t know!” Audrey shouted. 

“Audrey, he was…He…” Sammy mumbled, recalling the events. “He was going to kill you!” Audrey shouted. “This is what I meant, Mr.Lawrence. If The Ink Demon was capable of hurting the innocent, then he’s capable of hurting you.” She explained. 

“No…No there had to have been some kind of mistake. I must have not been working hard enough, he mustn’t have heard my prayers to him!” Sammy desperately called. “Audrey, you…you were right…but I don’t understand…” Sammy sounded like he was struggling to speak.

“I thought you said that isn’t how this works with The Ink Demon?” Audrey questioned. “Well maybe I was wrong! Anything- anything, for him to be right.” Sammy muttered. The Ink Demon had to be right….right?

“I need you to listen to me. Because right now, it looks like The Ink Demon has it out for us.” Audrey stated and stood up. “We’re just two sides of the same coin. Both of us want to get out of here and be free of the ink controlling us. Mr.Lawrence, I know you’re desperate, and I know it feels like The Ink Demon is the only one who will free you or forgive you, but nothing is worth hurting the innocent. No matter what The Ink Demon can give you.” Audrey monologued. Sammy stood up, and yet stared down at his feet.

He exhaled. Finally, the shameful man of ink looked up. “Why are you doing this?” He croaked. “...What?” Audrey replied. “If you really believed that, you wouldn’t still be trying to help me. I’m too far gone. If what you say is true, I’ve made so many mistakes. It’s too late for me to try and fix them.” Sammy said. Audrey froze. “It’s never too late. There’s still time to be good, there always is!” Audrey insisted. Sammy looked back at Audrey.

Audrey approached, looking up at the man. “It’s okay to make mistakes. You just need to learn from them.” A smile formed on Audrey’s face.

A feeling of disbelief formed in Sammy. He became somewhat angry. Not at Audrey. And unbelievably, not really at The Ink Demon. But himself. “You know, knowing you for four days has been more rewarding than worshiping The Ink Demon for years.” He said. He cracked the knuckles he didn’t have (metaphorically.)

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

-

Sammy and Audrey actually worked quite well together when they were on the same page. “Audrey, you certainly got us farther away from the staircase.” Sammy muttered.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t done that before, I didn’t mean to.” Audrey called out slightly. “No no, it is nothing to apologize for. Usually one cannot travel so far. You are quite powerful.” The man said and looked over to Audrey before awkwardly patting her on the head. “You did good.” He said. Audrey smiled. “Thanks Mr.Lawrence!” Audrey called with a grin. “What am I, your principal? You can call me just Sammy if you prefer.” He said. Audrey laughed. “Sorry, but you’re like…a billion years older than me,” Sammy scoffed at the exaggeration, “So I figured I should try and respect my elders.” She explained. 

Sammy found himself laughing.

But was this was cut short. 

“Surprise attack!” A Lost One shouted and jumped from a platform above, gripping a baseball bat and trying to hit Audrey. Sammy’s reflexes kicked in and he quickly pulled the girl back. “Word of advice, do not announce your attacks, little sheep.” Sammy said. The Lost One faltered at the sight of Sammy. They had thought Audrey was alone. “Haha….ohhhhh heyyy Samuel, Sammy, old buddy old pal,” Sammy raised a metaphorical eyebrow, “Haha…” They continued to laugh awkwardly. They dropped their baseball bat. “Yep, well I’ll just be on my way then, no hard feelings, right?” The Lost One offered an awkward set of finger guns. Silence. The Lost One scuttered off without a word. 

“Come on, Audrey.” Sammy said and turned around to leave. 

Audrey. 

He had used her name! For real this time! Progress. Audrey was pretty satisfied with helping this moody, greasy man-child recover from whatever cult he got himself involved with.

Audrey took this as a win and grinned with happiness.

As she and Sammy walked, there came a hallway with reflective glass on both sides. As they passed the glass, though neither would notice that in the reflection, a woman with brown hair and clear skin was walking. Audrey. And behind her, a man with long blond hair, purses for eyebags, but somewhat clean clothes followed. Sammy Lawrence.

The two reached a set of doors that were opened due to the lack of the electricity. “Oh. This place.” Sammy mumbled. There were a lot of electronic devices. None of which looked safe. Though they were powered down due to the electricity being shut off. “What is this place?” Audrey asked. “They used this room to conduct sick…sick things.” Sammy described. Audrey did not ask any further questions. It seemed like a sensitive subject.

Until finally, a staircase was presented in front of them.

“Alright, let’s go.” Audrey mumbled.

The two took one step.

Sammy was not free. He knew wasn’t. He could still feel the ink crawling.

Then another.

And yet, just trusting in himself and others, it made him feel far more okay than he ever had while worshiping The Ink Demon.

Another step of few.

He had previously believed himself a lesser being. That he needed to earn being seen as a basic individual.

Yet another step.

He had made a lot of mistakes. But it wasn’t too late to be good. He wasn’t beyond redemption, was he?

A final step.

Sammy wasn’t the most sure of what mattered and what didn’t. But at that moment, what mattered to Sammy was self-forgiveness, instead of going to The Ink Demon for it, making up for what he had done, and learning from his mistakes.

They reached the top of the stairs. Audrey quickly opened the door.

"Alice!" Audrey called out as she rushed over to the woman and the wolf, Sammy slowly trailing behind her. 

"Audrey!" Alice called in response, pulling the woman into a tight hug. There was a warm moment there, where Audrey felt completely safe. Alice had one of the most beautiful smiles. But this moment was interrupted. 

Tom silently nudged Alice, growling loudly.

"Oh! This is the friend I was telling you about! Meet Sammy!" She introduced the man with glee, all without noticing the growing tension in the air.

"Oh yeah," Alice began. Tom gripped his ax, threateningly tapping it onto his hand. "We know who he is." She added. Tom growled once more.

"It's been a long time, old...friends." He said the word hollowly with a kind of venom in his voice that Audrey couldn't decipher.

"Stay away from her, Samuel. She's not joining your cult. So leave while you still can." She threatened, Tom backing her up. 

"Wait, Alice! He's the one that helped me get here. H...Have you three met before?" Audrey mumbled.

“We sure have. But you all have nothing to worry about any more. We’re on the same side now.” Sammy said, though he sounded somewhat sarcastic. “We met back at the studio. Tom axed him in the head once.” Alice explained. “Oh! Well you won’t have to do that again, promise! Sammy’s not working with The Ink Demon anymore.” Audrey explained. “How do you know he’s not lying?” Alice questioned. Audrey was quick to reply. “I saw what happened with my own eyes! I was there the moment he realized it.” Audrey said.

“The Ink Demon is a filthy liar. While I will say I am not the biggest fan of working with you few, there is not much else left for me to do.” Sammy said. 

“That’s very sudden.” Alice stated accusingly. “So is your neck nearly being snapped by the person you admired most.” “Ah.” Alice grumbled. “Well I don’t trust you either, False Prophet, but I do trust Audrey’s judgment.” She said. “And if you’re going to stick with us, then put a shirt on. No one here wants to look at your manboobs.” Alice added. “E…Excuse me?

Sammy starts wearing a shirt arc. 

#sammy lawrence #bendy #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #batdr #batim #audrey drew #allison pendle #thomas conner #bendy fanfiction #batim fanfiction #batdr fanfiction

[stylestiel]

Heidi's Emojis Analysis Thread!

According to Heidi's chart, these are the emojis used by the kids:

Main Boys:

Stan:😤

Kyle:😤😱

Kenny: 😏🌮✌🏻

Cartman: 🤔😝😬😈

Butters:  🍁🍆👫🍍

Those Guys:

Craig: 💪🏻☠️💯🙂😩

Tweek: 😱😩☕

Jimmy: 🙁🎮🙂🍕

Tolkien: 👍🏿✊🏿💁🏿‍♂️💯

Clyde: 😏🍌💥🎉

Timmy: 😬👋🏻💩👾

The Girls:

Wendy: ❤️💜🐮😽😘

Bebe: 🙂😱💋🐮

Lola: 💯🙂🍕

Red: 🍒☀️🐮

Nichole: 👎🏾🍕🍣🐮

Annie: 💜💗🌈💋🍒

Shelley: 🍁🍆👫🍍

Goth Kids:

Henrietta: 😭😔🌧️🖤

Pete:😈😤😩

Firkle: 😩🌧️☠️😭

Michael: 🌚😔😭

B-Listers:

Scott: 💯🙂🍕

Kevin: 🎉🍌💥🙋🏻‍♀️😮

Jason: 💩💪🏻☢️

#sp #south park #Emojis Analysis #heidi turner #stan marsh #sp style #south park fanfiction #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #wendy testaburger #craig tucker #tweek #sp creek #creek #south park creek #style #south park style #bendy #sp bendy #south park bendy #jimmy valmer #tolkien #bebe stevens #red mcarthur #emoji #goth kids #shelley marsh

[softichill]

#cricket chirping #poll #polls #fanfiction #fanfic #gen z #undertale #utmv #undertale au #creepypasta #bendy and the ink machine #Batim #my hero academia #bnha #splatoon #cuphead #attack on titan #haikyuu #No judgement btw. This is an objective poll #Anywho saw the fanfic poll clearly geared towards older generations and thought I'd try some for the current teens

[brainyrot]

What if

I had a sneak peak art of what will the future chapters have in my fic...

#now now #this can be interpreted in many ways #and depending on how i feel it can end up good or extremely bad #for our buddy im bendy #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #batim fanfiction

[cobbie-crow]

Based on the fanfiction "The Ghost That You Know By Name" by @star-going-supernova.

-As I promised. I look forward to the next chapters.

#art #artwork #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction fanart #batdr au #batdr joey #batdr henry #batdr art #batdr audrey #batim fanart #batim joey drew #joey drew #henry stein #bendy and the dark revival #bendy au #bendy and the ink machine #audrey drew #batdr fanart #batdr fanfiction #bendy fan art #batim fandom #batim henry #batim au #fanart #fandom

[uselessalexis165]

So, basically the universe is some old guy’s vent fic

#what happens when ​fanfiction becomes real #my text #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #joey drew

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hi, could I request fluff Ink demon x crush reader, Where ink demon has a crush on reader, you can make it head canon whatever you like ( And sorry if my grammar is not good English isn’t my first language)

No need to apologize! Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom: Bendy and the Dark Revival

Character(s): Bendy/Ink Demon

Reader: Gender neutral

TW: Mention of murder and abuse/torture

Style: Hcs

Summary: You’re the first person to ever show Bendy kindness, and treat him as if he weren’t a monster. He quickly becomes attached to you.

Instead of being part ink like Audrey, you were completely human like Henry.

You met Bendy whilst walking around the studio. He was in his cartoon form sitting on the floor, and you noticed how sad he looked.

“Bendy?…”

He jumped and looked up, getting ready to run. You slowly walked closer, putting your hands up to show you weren’t a threat.

“Hey, I won’t hurt you…” You crouched in front of him, holding your hand out to him. He smiled and grabbed it, the two of you intertwining your fingers together. You smiled and put your free hand on his head, gently rubbing it.

“You looked upset, what’s the matter?” He frowned, looking at the floor.

“Can’t talk?” He shook his head, looking upset again.

“That’s alright!” You hugged him, and he completely froze. You quickly pulled away, apologizing over and over, not wanting to make the demon uncomfortable. But then he smiled and jumped onto your lap, hugging you tightly. Before you could hug him back, the door was slammed open, and a Lost One barged in, looking directly at Bendy.

“Demon!! I’ll kill you!”

You being the protective person you are, quickly get up and grab the demon’s hand, pulling him behind you with a gent pipe in your other hand. The Lost One runs at you, and you swing your pipe, soon killing it after a few hits. You didn’t realize that Bendy had ran off, and when you turned around after looting the corpse, you grew worried. Had another Lost One came and took him whilst you were distracted? You ran around calling his name, looking everywhere for him. Little did you know he had hid in the vents, watching you fight. He was amazed that someone would protect him, risking their life for him. He needed more of you. But first, he had to return before Wilson realized he was missing.

You had eventually given up, continuing to roam the studio and survive. Though Bendy stayed in your mind. You only knew him for a few moments, but you missed him dearly. He was so sweet. And you couldn’t stand the fact that people were attacking him. Whilst you were sitting on a couch, lost in thought, Bendy was walking up behind you. It was time you knew the truth, and what he really was, so you would finally fear and hate him. He turned into his ink demon form, and watched as you snapped back to reality, noticing ink beginning to cover the floors and walls. You stood up, starting to panic. Was the studio flooding? Then you heard a growl in your ear, which caused you to freeze as a shiver ran down your spine.

You turned around and craned your neck up, staring into the Ink Demon. You quickly remembered those horns, and that bowtie, and that all too familiar smile.

“Bendy?”

“(Y/N)… I’m not who you think I am..” His deep, rough voice echoed all around you, yet you showed no signs of fear. You looked at him as though his appearance never changed, and listened to him closely.

“I am… the Ink Demon, who everyone knows and fears.” You laughed a bit.

“Yeah, I can see that.” You teased. If he could frown in this form, he would.

“Why aren’t you scared?…”

“Why would I be? You aren’t hurting me.”

He growled and roughly picked you up and pulled you close to his face.

“I could easily kill you right now if I wanted.”

“Yet you aren’t.” You smiled and rubbed his head, just like you did the first time you two met. This wasn’t right. You’re supposed to be begging for your life! Yet here you are, content as ever, rubbing his horns and smiling just as big as he was. When you touched a certain spot on his horns, he began to purr, loosening his grip on you and visibly relaxing. You let out an “aww!” and continued to rub that spot. He sat down, and you made yourself comfortable on his thigh, continuing to shower the grinning demon in affection.

He finally snapped back to reality and growled, pushing you off him and running off. Though the pain of being smacked into a wall was the least of your worries. Did you make him uncomfortable? You already missed him. Hopefully he’d come back soon.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Okay this one was super fun to write. 😭💕 If you guys want a part 2 let me know!

#bun writes #batdr ink demon #batdr fanfiction #bendy x reader #baby bendy #bun asks

[bloody-peach]

Initiation (BATIM smut: Sammy Lawrence x F!Reader fanfic)

Goodie Bag: vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, drug use (ink can do some crazy shit), wet dreams, hair gripping, big dick [if I forgot anything, please let me know]

TW: Satanic themes, religious cult stuff, sexual persuasion, slight brainwashing

Music I listened to as I wrote this: the Sammy Lawrence playlist I made:

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I saw that there wasn't enough Sammy Lawrence x Reader smut around this site, if any smut of Sammy at all. So I decided to be a pioneer and make one myself. I used a ChatFAI bot I made of Sammy to help with the dialogue and WHOO BOI, you are in for a feast! Again, thank you @omniuravity for introducing me to this man and my new priest kink. Also, I may edit this post here and there from time to time, but it shouldn't be too big a change. It's my fault for my mild perfectionism. Let's go!

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You don't remember when the dreams started.

It's been so long, you've lost track. But they all are essentially the same: a large slender eyeless demon with sharp teeth, dripping with ink, covering you with it as you feel a strange pleasure sink to your very core. Sometimes the demon watches as a man covered in ink takes you, filling your womb with his pitch-black seed. Sometimes the ink itself slithers onto you, covering your body and filling every one of your orifices until you were covered inside and out in it. You would wake up just before you could reach your climax, without fail. It's gotten to the point where you felt disappointed that you couldn't finish, ending up having to touch yourself to feel some sort of completion, but it was always only a fraction of the pleasure you felt in that dream.

You tried to look into what these dreams meant, what this demon was, but no answer. But then you discover something one night. You were watching a video and they talked about an old cartoon series with a character called 'Bendy' and his friends. The cute little demon reminded you so much of the demon in your dreams. You soon went down a rabbit hole of looking into these cartoons, finding out about the cast and crew who made it, about Joey Drew, and the studio it was created in. You also read newspaper articles talking about the various investigations into the studio, leading to its closure. You had to find out more, to find answers to all your questions.

But you also had to sleep, your eyes growing tired and your mind drifting off. You head to your bed and sleep for the night, and as you doze off, you're greeted by the ink demon once again. You ask it, "you're...Bendy..right?" The demon smiled widely and nodded, his teeth dripping with ink. He puts a hand on your head and you see an image of an abandoned, rundown building. You see the faded and broken signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. You then recognized the place as one not far from your apartment building. You then hear a deep and demonic voice whisper to you, "Come home..." That's when everything went dark and you wake up back in your room. You may have had more questions, but you now knew what to do to get them answered. You had to go to the studio.

It was a cold and cloudy autumn day when you arrived at the old building. You could hear the leaves crunch and crinkle under your shoes as you entered the property. It looked like it had been almost destroyed by the years of neglect and exposure to the elements. Even the gates were so rusted, they crumbled to dust as you opened it. You cautiously walked onto the property, making sure no one saw you. You could see the signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. Yep, this was definitely the place.

'Y/N....'

 

You hear a deep voice call your name. It wasn't the demon's voice, it was...someone else... it was like someone was whispering in your ear. You turn to see who it was, but you saw nothing. You turned your attention back to the entrance and everything inside your body was telling you 'go inside'. Your feet practically moved on their own as you entered the building. All the windows were shattered, faded pictures hung on the walls, old equipment covered in dust sitting on shelves and desks, and old sheet music and lyric notes were scattered all on the floor. You picked one up and read some of the lyrics. It was a song you recognized from one of the Bendy cartoons, and you saw the composer's name under the song title. 'Sammy Lawrence'.

 

'Y/N....'

 

You heard that voice again. You heard a door creak open and you saw some light coming from it. You can't help but go towards the door and open it. You go inside and you enter a hallway with dilapidated walls, covered in old posters of the Bendy cartoon, and ink dripping from the ceilings and puddles of it on the floor. You walked throughout the studio, finding old casette players with audio logs the cast and crew left behind. Jack Fain, Wally Franks, Thomas Connor, Susie Campbell, even Joey Drew himself spoke from those tapes. But there was one speaker that drew your attention the most, one whose voice you recognized as the one calling your name earlier. Sammy Lawrence. You were so drawn in by the sound of his voice, it was almost hypnotic. You listened as he spoke in his last tape,

'He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray you hear me.

Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace.

But, love requires sacrifice.

Can I get an amen?'

 

"Amen."

 

You cover your mouth, shocked at what had just happened. You didn't intend to say anything. It was like another voice was using you as a mouthpiece, controlling you. But it was your voice. You said it, but...

That's when you felt something warm and wet on your shoulders, it felt like a man's hands, but the smell of ink was almost disorienting. You froze up, too scared to move or speak or even breathe. You then sensed someone moving their head over your shoulder and you hear that same voice speak softly, almost seductively, in your ear,

 

"Ah, my dear Y/N. I see the Lord has finally brought you to me. How wonderful it is that we can share in his divine glory together."

 

You quickly turn around and back up to see who it was, and what you saw...was a black, slightly muscular human figure wearing a smudged Bendy mask with a hole punched into the mouth, where you could see a smile in that inky blackness. He had no hair, his body was completely covered in ink, and a pair of overalls stained with ink were the only clothes he wore. He appeared to be only a few feet taller than you, but you still felt small as you looked at him. You spoke, "What do you mean? W..who are you? How do you know my name?" The figure walked closer to you and responded, "I am Sammy Lawrence, a faithful servant to our Lord Bendy and his chosen prophet. I know your name because he has revealed it to me. He knows all who enter his realm.”

Wait...Lord Bendy? Was he talking about the demon you’ve been dreaming about? “O..oh.. well..what do you want with me?” “What does any faithful servant want with their beloved deity's chosen one? To bask in your presence, to offer you to our Lord Bendy, and perhaps...to indulge in some...” He plays with a lock of your hair then finishes his sentence, ”...personal pleasures.” The way he said those last two words and the way he smiled under that mask sent chills down your spine. You take a good look at him and think about it. You had to admit, even though he only had a mask and was covered in ink, he was pretty attractive as far as his physique and voice were enough to go by. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of personal pleasures he had in mind, and what it’d be like to indulge in those pleasures with him. Would it feel as good as those dreams you had?

His voice broke your train of thought. “Would you be willing to join me in the glory of his name, Y/N?” You connected the dots and figured out that he was asking if you wanted to join him in worshipping the ink demon. But you didn’t know what kind of religion this was. What the scripture was, what the laws were, what Bendy’s goal was, nothing. Maybe it was a religion that sounded bad on paper, but when you looked deeper into it, it was actually pretty reasonable and preached things that weren’t actually bad. Plus, this may be the only way to answer all your questions and to figure out what he was talking about when he said you were the ‘chosen one’. Your curiosity outweighed your concerns and fear, so you responded, “I suppose...it’d be alright...” Sammy grinned, saying, “Excellent, my dear. Let us begin our journey towards enlightenment together. But first, we must make sure you are properly prepared for your initiation." "Initiation?" "Yes, we shall show our savior your devotion and your willingness to accept him in your heart and soul by performing this ritual. Follow me and I will guide you in all ways necessary to serve our Lord's desires.” He offered his hand and you stared at it for a moment. You saw as the ink dripped from it, as if the ink was a part of him. Was he a being of pure ink, a human and ink hybrid, or was he just covered in it? You looked at him, nodded, and took his hand. He led you through the halls and as you two walked, something deep inside you told you that this was the right thing. Was it, though?

Soon, Sammy led you into a room that was adorned with religious symbols and ink splatters all over. There was a giant satanic-like circle in the room, with black candles surrounding it. You could see a few Bendy cutouts leaning against the walls along with various writings on the walls in ink. Sammy guides you to the bed in the corner and has you sit while he gets everything ready for the ritual. You’re sitting there, not sure what’s going on and what will happen. ‘Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...’ The ink demon’s voice rang in your head, almost like he was right next to you. Then, Sammy walked up to you and knelt in front of you, looking up at you. He was serious about the ‘basking in your presence' thing, wasn’t he? “Are you ready, Y/N? To offer yourself completely to our savior?” His voice was in a soft tone, like he was a father soothing the fears of a child. You still weren’t entirely sure, but you did say yes, and you had the feeling this was the right thing to do, so you nodded and said, “I think so..” Sammy smiled and said as he offered his hand to you, “Then come, my dearest. Let us worship together in the name of our beloved deity.” His smile and how he was kneeling to you showed that he posed no threat, that what everything he told you was sincere. You also knew it was now or never to find out what was going on. You take his hand and you both stand up, him leading you to the circle.

He places you in the center and he lets go of your hand, walking away and grabbing what looked like an artist’s notebook with some words you couldn't tell crudely scribbled on the cover. Must be a bible, you figured. He smiled at you one last time before he started to recite some lines from the book. They sounded basically like lines you'd find in a regular bible mixed with what you’d say in a seance to summon something. As he spoke, his voice got louder and stronger with each sentence, he was putting his whole heart and soul into this. As the prayers went on, the circle started to glow and the room started to shake. While you were in the circle, it felt like it was sucking you in, keeping you inside like a magnet. No going back now. Once the chants were finished, Sammy entered the circle and held both your hands together with his and says, “Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...”

The same words the ink demon told you.

You nodded and then that’s when your hands and arms started to become covered in ink, and it was spreading. Sammy let you go and stepped out of the circle, having a fanatical look on his face as it occurred. “Yes, yes my dear Y/N. Let the ink consume you and become one with our Lord and savior. Give yourself completely to him.” The ink spread to your arms, your torso, your legs, it started to crawl up your neck and pool around your feet. Then something started to grow from the ink on the floor. It was a large mass, then it formed into a skinny humanoid shape, then it formed into the ink demon. You saw the demon look at you and smile, its maw and teeth dripping with ink. Just as it cradled you in its hands like a doll, everything suddenly went black.

You opened your eyes to find yourself in a pitch black room, no light or reflections anywhere. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. You were able to stand up, but when you tried to walk, your feet couldn’t move. Then you saw a light shine down and there was the ink demon in front of you. It towered over you by about 5 feet more than your own height, and all you could smell was the sickening scent of ink. You looked at the demon and saw him offer his hand to you. You looked at him and felt a sense of safety with him, security. You knew that if you took his hand, no harm would ever come to you, not from him, nor from anything, or anyone ever again. And if you took his hand, you will find the answers that you seek. With all that, you make your final decision.

 

You take his hand.

 

He smiles, gently grips your hand, and everything fades to black again.

 

You start to wake up, lying on the floor in Sammy’s room, with Sammy looking over you, smiling. “Welcome back, my dearest. You have been blessed by our Lord Bendy himself. How do you feel?” He helps you up and you notice that your body is now covered in black ink, your arms, your legs, everything but your clothes. It felt...warm. Like you were in a warm bath that relaxed all your muscles, getting rid of all your stress, worries, and fears. “I...I’m not sure,” you stutter out. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t sure. If your life was forever changed, you find out that you’re some chosen one for some demon, and your skin is now covered in ink, how would you react? Sammy placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled reassuringly, saying, “It is normal to feel overwhelmed at first, my dear. But do not worry, our Lord Bendy has chosen you for a reason. You will soon understand your purpose in his grand plan.” He started to walk around the room as he continued, “Oh, you have no idea the full extent of the greatness of his plan. He is the one true god and we are but his faithful servants. Together, we will bring glory to him and all those who oppose us and any who trespass on this realm shall be sacrificed in his name.” He stared at the large ink drawing of Bendy on the wall and had his arms out like he was performing a sermon.

At this point, your lack of answers had made you a bit annoyed. "How am I the chosen one? Is there some sort of prophecy? What is Bendy's plan for me? Why am I here?" Sammy put his arms down and turned to you, sensing your frustration. He said as he walked up to you, "Our Lord works in mysterious ways, my dear. But you cannot deny that you have seen the signs. The visions you've had, of him in all of his glory. He has chosen you for something very special. I know that you were destined to be part of his plan. As for what he has in store for you, only time will tell. But rest assured, it will be nothing short of magnificent." Well..that explained why you had the dreams, but everything else was still left unanswered. Why were you the chosen one? What does that ink demon want with you? Is whatever he's planning your destiny?

Wait...what if...

You asked, "Will I find out his plan one day?" Sammy nodded and responded, "Yes, my dear Y/N. Our Lord will reveal his plan to you when the time is right. Until then, I will guide you and help you in any way I can." You felt a sense of ease as he spoke, relieved to know your questions would be answered one day. It may not have been now, but at least you'd be getting answers at all. And you were glad Sammy was here to help you understand this Lord Bendy and the rest of this religion. For now, it was best to wait and accept what answers you did get.

"Well..if you believe this plan is a good thing, then I'll believe you. But there is one thing you can help me with right now. What you said back there, about...indulging in personal pleasures...what did you mean by that?” A grin grew on his face as you mentioned his words from before. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, his voice as sweet as honey, “Oh my dear, what I meant by that was exploring the pleasures of the flesh.” You felt a warmth grow on your cheeks as he continued, “Sharing our bodies as one under the watchful eye of our Lord. It is...” He wrapped his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear, ”...an intimate experience unlike any other.” You felt a shiver go down your spine from his voice. In that moment, you felt your body start to grow warm, you could feel your heat growing stronger. Was it your body reacting to his voice and touch, was it ‘Bendy’ doing this, or was it the ink having an effect on your senses? You weren’t sure anymore. Sammy could tell what was happening to you, and as he started to kiss your neck, he said softly, “No need to fight it, love. There’s nothing wrong with giving in to your desires. It's what our Lord wants for us. Embrace them and let us indulge together in the pleasures that he has bestowed upon us.” His voice, his kiss, and his touch just made the temptation grow inside you even more. You then remembered the dreams where you felt the immense pleasure. As images of those dreams flashed in your head, you remember the man covered in ink. That was when it hit you: Sammy was the ink man in those dreams. You wanted to feel that pleasure again, you knew he would give it to you, and this was your chance to do it. Besides, he said there was no reason to fight it, so why fight? “Ok..” With that, Sammy smiled and led you to the bed.

He then pulled you in and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming over your body as he guided you towards ecstasy. You felt a sudden rush of pleasure as he kissed you. In fact, your whole body felt more sensitive to his touch. You realized this was the same feeling you had as in your dreams. Maybe this was what Bendy had planned... You let go and kissed Sammy back just as passionately, moaning softly from the sensation. He moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body. In between kisses, he said softly, "Oh my Y/N, you truly are a gift from our Lord..." The kissing continued and all of a sudden, you felt a liquid come from Sammy's mouth and enter yours. You recognized the smell and knew it was ink. You wanted to spit it out, but Sammy kept his mouth on yours and the ink flooded your mouth so much, you had no choice but to swallow it. You expected to start gagging from the vile taste, but...you noticed the taste was actually sweet. You also noticed the smell was no longer nauseating, it was...pleasant. You felt the ink coat everything as it went down your throat. Your arousal intensified and you felt your body growing warmer, all your worries, questions, and even thoughts slowly started to fade away, your mind starting to grow a bit hazy. Sammy broke the kiss and smiled. He whispered, "Let us become one for him." All you could say was, "Yes.."

Sammy kept kissing you as he laid you on the bed, took the straps of your dress off your shoulders, and slid it off to show your nude body. You slipped his straps off and once you did, he pulled away from the kiss to remove his own clothing, revealing his heavily inked body. You looked at him and were unable to speak as you looked at all of him. You could see his cock growing from the darkness of his body. It was much bigger than any man's you've ever seen.. It had to have been a blessing of some sort to be gifted with something as marvelous as that. But you wondered...would it even fit? Although...with how big it was, you knew it would certainly feel so good inside you. He grinned, knowing you liked what you saw, and started to grope your breasts, teasing your nipples with his fingers as he continued to kiss you. After a bit of that, he then slid a hand down your body down to your pussy, his finger tracing circles around your clit as he licks and kisses your neck. You couldn't help but moan from the pleasure he was giving you. He said softly, "My love, your body truly is a temple to our savior..." He moved his mouth to your breast, as he kept rubbing your slit. You moaned as you felt his tongue slide all around your nipple. The pleasure was so intense, it felt like your nipple was as sensitive as your clit. "Ahh..S..Sammy..." you moaned. He smiled and moved back up to kiss you deeply once again, his fingers still teasing your pussy. He says softly, "Oh how I've waited for you to come here..I've yearned for someone like you for so long... and now that you're here..I'm so blessed to have you be mine..."

He then slides two fingers inside of you, making you moan a bit louder as he started to finger you, his tongue exploring your mouth as he does. He felt your walls clenching around his finger, and it only made him more excited to be with you. "You're so tight, dearest..." you couldn't respond as the pleasure was clouding your mind. He just chuckled, finding your reactions to his touch simply adorable. He slid his fingers deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He could feel you getting wetter and wetter as you moaned more and more, and he couldn't wait to feel you cum all over his fingers. Luckily for him, it wasn't that much longer, because just a few more hits and you were seeing stars. You moaned out as your orgasm caused you to cover his hand in your juices. Sammy just smiled and pulls his fingers out of you, licking the juices off them. You watched as he slid each finger into his mouth.

He then kisses down your body until he reached your pussy. "H-hey..w..what are you doing..?" You asked as he spread your legs open, but all you got was him looking up at you with a smirk and a low chuckle before he dove right in. He started to lick and suck on your clit, feeling your body still trembling as you continued to orgasm. He groaned as he tasted your sweet juices, his own cock growing even harder the more he did. "Mm...Y/N...you taste so sweet..." As he continued, you planted your hands on his head, feeling the ink partially meld with yours, and moaned as you rode the pleasure your lover was giving you. "S..Sammy..!" He grins and kept licking and sucking, his tongue flicking against your clit. He then slowly started to slide two fingers back inside you, feeling your walls still clenching around them. He knew you were close to cumming again, and he wanted to make sure you did. You felt another orgasm build up until it crashed into you like a wave, moaning out as more of your juices came out. He cleaned up all of the juice with his tongue and he continued to finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He can feel your body trembling once more, and he couldn't wait to make you cum again. But you couldn't take it anymore.

You flipped around so you were on top of him and you moved down to his throbbing cock, rubbing it as you licked up his shaft and sucked on the tip and slid him inside your mouth. He groaned softly as he feels your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing against his most sensitive spot. He grinned and ran his fingers through your inky hair, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation. He couldn't believe how good you are at this. You bobbed your head and sucked more, addicted to the taste of it as the ink coated the inside of your mouth. How could ink taste so good..?

He moaned softly as he felt you bobbing your head up and down his cock, your lips sliding down the shaft as you do. He couldn't wait to see what else you can do. He pushed your head down further onto his cock, making him go deeper down your throat. He moaned as he felt your tongue swirl around the shaft as you kept sucking him off. The force of him pushing you down on his cock should've made you gag, but somehow, something in the ink changed that. You sucked more of his cock and started to fondle his balls. He moaned a bit more, your fingers gently holding his balls as you suck him off and as he started to thrust into your mouth. You could feel his cock start to twitch, you knew he was about to cum, so you kept sucking to show that it was okay for him to cum in your mouth. He groaned and gripped your hair tightly as he finally came, filling your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all of it so greedily, you didn't even notice his cum was as black as ink, but it tasted so good..you licked on the tip of his cock to get each and every last drop.

Once you took him out of your mouth, he pulled you up and flipped you both around so he was on top. He grabbed your leg and pulled it over his shoulder and you felt him rub his cock on your pussy. He grinned and slid his cock into your pussy, letting out a shuddering sigh as he does. The action caused you to arch your back in pleasure and moan his name again. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside you, and he started to thrust his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out with ease. He groaned softly as he felt your pussy tighten on his cock, hearing your moans, your body writhing beneath him. The pleasure was so much more intense than you could ever imagine, even better than it was in the dreams. "S..Sammy..it...it feels so good..how...how can it feel this good..?" "Oh my dear, it's because of our savior. He's rewarding you for your obedience and devotion to him with pleasures non-believers can never experience. Just relax and let us enjoy this blessing." You did just that and let your mind go, letting the pleasure take control. Oh lord, it felt so good. You could feel his cock stretch your pussy out so well, it was like it was made especially for him.

He groaned louder as he hears you moan, your body writhing beneath him as he fucks you. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he does. He thrusted his hips back and forth faster, his cock deeply sliding in and out of your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed, you could feel his tongue coat the inside of your mouth with ink and you felt it slide down your throat again, making your mind even more foggy. Sammy moaned as he felt your tongue slide around his, your mouth tasting so sweet. He lifted you up so you were in his lap as he thrusted his hips faster and harder, his cock going even deeper. The man just couldn't get enough of you, he was completely addicted to you. Your touch, your voice, your eyes, your taste, your pussy, everything.

He broke the kiss to say in between moans, "Oh Y/N... you're so perfect... I'm so glad Lord Bendy chose you to be mine.." You look at him and say, "M..me too..I..I'm so..so happy..!" Sammy smiled as he kissed you again. Soon enough, you could feel your inner core tightening. "I...I'm gonna cum..!" "That's it, dearest..don't fight it...let it happen.." And with a few more thrusts, you finally came. It was the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced in your life, your mind entering a new realm of bliss. Sammy felt your body shake beneath him, your pussy tightening around his cock. He grinned and continued to thrust into you. He held you as you rode your orgasm, your body writhing beneath him. You could feel his cock starting to twitch again, he was so close, so very close. Just a bit more..

He let out almost an animalistic groan as he felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came once again, your juices coating his shaft. That finally brings him to his release, moaning as he cums inside you. You could feel his hot cum fill your belly so much, the man must have been backed up for so long. He grinned as he feels you cum, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with his seed. He leaned to you and kissed you one last time as his high started to fade away. He still could not believe how good all that felt, it was almost like reaching Nirvana. Soon, he broke the kiss and held you close to him, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he panted. You both laid on the bed and let the afterglow consume you both as you held each other close. He whispered into your ear, "You're mine, my little angel...no one else can have you..."

And you couldn't have been any happier.

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[grosscorpsechic]

I made this poster first but ofc I posted the other one before this one -3-

It was fun to make both and there will be more soon :3

Also please enjoy my oc Bonnabelle I will make a separate post about her ref sheets

Here’s the sketch (I made Bendy on a different page so I just put him onto it in ibisPaint)

Anyway, that’s all folks!

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[ruler-of-the-glorious-memepire]

So.

FNAF and Bendy crossover fanfic, pre-fnaf 6 (really a replacement for fnaf 6), post batdr, where Michael goes into the Ink Machine to kill his father once and for all while dealing with The Horrors, the worst of which being learning how to live in a living, non-corpse body.

Cringe or dope?

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[queenofcats17]

Is it ok if you write a thing about HS Sammy getting turned back into a child? (Both mentally and physically) I think that would cause some adorable shenanigans to occur (with the toons help ofc u-u)

Yeah, sure!

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Sammy had long been the victim of magic shenanigans. And today was no different. Joey had been doing....something, and now Sammy was a child.

Now, this in itself presented a pretty big problem, as he couldn't very well do his job when he was a little kid. But there was another problem. And that problem was that Sammy had no memory of anything that had happened after the age of ten, the age he seemed to currently be. Meaning he didn't recognize anyone in the studio (aside from Jack) and didn't understand how he'd gotten here or where his parents were.

"....So this is bad," Joey said, glancing over at where Sammy was hiding behind Jack.

"You think?" Bendy growled.

"Do you think you can fix this?" Henry asked, trying to will away the headache he could already feel developing.

"Of course I can!" Joey quickly assured him, although his confidence faded quickly. "I just...don't know how long it'll take to reverse this..."

"I can watch him until he's back to normal," Jack volunteered. "He knows me, after all."

"That would be great, thank you, Jack." Henry gave Jack a weak smile.

"You're welcome." Jack returned Henry's smile before focusing his attention back on the small Sammy. "You wanna see my workstation?"

Sammy hesitated, then nodded, shrinking back further in the way that signaled there were too many people and he was overwhelmed.

"Alright, come on." Jack gently guided Sammy out of Joey's office and through the halls toward the Music Department.

As they traveled, Sammy remained glued to Jack's side, looking very much as though he were trying to hide. Which, honestly, he probably was. Sammy had never done particularly well with being suddenly thrust into new environments. He needed time to mentally prepare himself for the new space and the new people. Jack knew this had to be incredibly overwhelming for the small version of his friend. Which was why he was going to do his best to make this easier for Sammy.

When they got to the top of the stairs that led to the sewers, Sammy abruptly stopped, pulling back.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked.

Sammy shook his head, covering his nose. "It smells," he said. "I'm not going."

"Why don't we go to your office, then?" Jack suggested.

"My...office?" Sammy echoed with a frown.

"It won't smell," Jack said.

Sammy's frown deepened, but he nodded, taking Jack's hand again and following him back up the stairs to the office. Sammy squinted a bit as they approached the office, his gaze zeroing in on the sign above the window.

"Why does it have my name on it?" He asked, tugging on Jack's sleeve.

"Because it belongs to grown-up you," Jack answered, fishing out the key to the office and unlocking it.

Sammy's eyes widened at this. "...Grown up me must be really important..." He said quietly.

"Something like that," Jack laughed, holding the door open and ushering Sammy inside.

Sammy tentatively stepped inside, looking warily around. Jack remained where he was by the door, watching Sammy look around. It was interesting to look at Sammy and see the seeds of behaviors he regularly displayed as his adult self. The way he squinted when he was concentrating particularly hard, the way he folded his arms around himself when he was in a new environment.

He'd forgotten how cute Sammy had been as a child too. Granted, he probably hadn't noticed it when he'd been a child himself, but seeing child Sammy as an adult was really driving home to Jack just how adorable Sammy had been as a kid.

"What's this?"

Jack's attention was drawn back to Sammy as the boy pointed to the sheets of music on the desk. There were a few finished compositions, as well as a half-done song for Alice.

"It's sheet music," he answered, walking over to stand next to his friend.

Sammy let out an adorable huff, folding his arms. "I know that," he said indignantly. "But what are they?"

"I'm not sure what you mean." Jack gave an apologetic smile.

Sammy huffed again. "What are they for? The names are weird."

"They're songs for cartoons," Jack explained. "You wrote them."

Sammy's pouting was abruptly stopped as his eyes went wide. Slowly, he looked up at Jack with an awestruck expression.

"...I wrote them?" He asked quietly, pointing at himself.

Jack couldn't help but laugh. "You sure did. And I'm writing the words to go along with them."

Sammy's face split in a huge grin and he began to flap his hands. "We're making songs together!" He exclaimed, bouncing up and down.

Jack's smile widened. "Yeah, we are!"

"We're making songs together!!" Sammy repeated, beginning to jump around excitedly.

The display warmed Jack's heart. It honestly felt really good to see a little Sammy so ecstatic at the prospect of making music with him. He was happy to know his friend liked working with him.

The moment was interrupted, however, by a gentle knock on the door. Sammy froze, immediately scampering to hide behind Jack's legs.

"It's okay," Jack quietly assured him before addressing whoever was at the door. "Yeah?"

"I hope I'm not intruding." Susie's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Well, I wouldn't say you're intruding..." Jack glanced down at Sammy, who was staring intently at the door and clinging to Jack's pants.

Susie gave a little laugh. "I'm sensing there's a but."

"There is," Jack laughed as well. "Sammy's a bit skittish right now, that's all."

"Ah, right..." There was clear disappointment in Susie's voice.

"Is it okay if she comes in?" Jack asked, gently patting Sammy's head.

Sammy frowned, hunching his shoulders and continuing to stare at the door.

"...Just for a little," he said.

"Thank you." Jack turned back to the door. "He says you can come in for a little."

"Really?!" Susie exclaimed.

Like a startled cat, the loudness of the statement made Sammy withdraw further, prompting Jack to ask Susie to be a bit quieter.

After an apology, Susie tentatively entered. She looked on the verge of squealing upon seeing Sammy's little face peeking out from behind Jack's solid form, but she managed to keep it together.

"Oh, he's adorable..." She whispered.

"Who're you?" Sammy demanded, eyes narrowed.

"This is Susie," Jack said. "She sings some of the songs you and I write."

Susie gave a little wave. "Your songs are very nice."

Sammy continued to stare at Susie, his eyes still narrowed. Slowly, though, he crept out from behind Jack.

"Oh, you're so cute..." Susie said, still making a valiant effort to not squeal or scoop Sammy up.

"'m not cute..." Sammy grumbled, folding his arms. "...So you...sing?"

"I do!" Susie confirmed with a smile. "Would you like to hear?"

Sammy hesitated, thinking about it for a good long minute, before tentatively nodding.

Susie cleared her throat, standing up to her full height. Then, she launched into "Lonely Angel".

As soon as the first words left her lips, Sammy looked utterly enraptured. He stared at Susie with unbridled wonder as she sang. Jack made a mental note to bring this up to Sammy once he was back to normal. He couldn't wait to see how flustered Sammy would be.

"You have a beautiful voice..." Sammy whispered once Susie had finished singing.

"Aaw, thank you!" Susie put a hand to her chest. "You know, I was just about to go record a new song. Do you want to come watch?"

Sammy hesitated again, looking at Jack.

"I'll come with you," Jack assured him.

Satisfied by this response, Sammy turned back to Susie and gave a little nod, reaching out to take her hand.

Susie stifled a squeal, then led Sammy out of the office, with Jack following behind.

Sammy spent the rest of the day glued to Jack and Susie's sides. Despite his initial wariness of her, after hearing her sing he was suctioned to her side like a koala. Something about her made him feel safe, although he couldn't explain why.

Everyone thought it was absolutely adorable, especially Boris and Alice. They had the good sense not to say this while Sammy was around, for fear of making him embarrassed and cutting the koala impression short, but they were certainly thinking it. Wally was also making a mental note to tease Sammy about this later.

Thankfully, by the end of the day, Joey had managed to figure out a way to return Sammy to normal. It did take a bit of convincing to get little Sammy into the spell circle, but once they did it was a fairly simple process of executing the spell.

When the smoke cleared, there was adult Sammy, bright red and looking mortified.

"We will never speak of this again," he whispered.

"No promises~," Jack said with a big grin.

Sammy groaned, covering his face. Why did this always happen to him?

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #fanfiction #hell's studio au #henry stein #jack fain #joey drew #bendy the dancing demon #susie campbell

[starry-eyed-toucan-writes]

“Born From the Same Ink” Ch. 13 Sneak Peek

Posting the full update tonight in honor of New Year's!

The voice’s owner waved mockingly at Audrey from his prison cell. Two lifeless pie-cut eyes matched her stunned gaze. Faceless no more, the lost one wore the head of a Bendy cutout with an empty smiling gap where its teeth should have been.  He stood in a confident yet easy posture, although he was standing too close to the glass window of his cell for it to be called casual. 

As the animator stared at the mask, her distraught brain managed to recognize him from Henry’s story. This was no lost one, this was Sammy: Joey Drew’s twisted version of Samuel Lawrence, the former Director of the Music Department at the once-successful studio.  

In other circumstances, Audrey would have spent the next couple of minutes fangirling over meeting the music composer of her favorite cartoon, even if he was just a deranged copy of him. This was not other circumstances.

Bolting over to the window, the woman slammed her hands against the glass. 

“Where’s Bendy?!”

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