Seeing Double
Based loosely on this art made by @doberart!
If you see this, I hope you enjoy!
Henry sighed happily, watching as his two boys played excitedly in the summer sun. they giggled and laughed as they tossed a football back and forth.
The ex-animator was pulled from his thoughts when his wife Linda walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. “there’s a letter for you,” she said, handing it to him. “it’s from a place called Archgate studios.” Henry frowned for a moment, inspecting the letter.
He knew they had just recently acquired the rights to all the cartoons and characters from his old friend, Joey’s studio, but he didn’t know that Joey had said anything about him. carefully opening it, Henry read the letter.
Dear Mr. Stein,
you may not know me, but I feel as if I know you pretty well. My name is Audrey, and well.. I’m Joey’s daughter. There’s a lot I’d love to explain to you, but it won’t all fit in one letter. if you can, come by Archgate studios.
there’s a lot I’d like to show you.
your new pal,
Audrey Drew
Henry frowned, re-reading the letter. Glancing over to his wife, he sighed. She had stared at him, waiting patiently for an explanation. “It’s Joey’s daughter. She wants me to meet her at Archgate studios.” He explained, watching as she frowned.
“I thought moving to Pasadena, we’d get away from all that.” She said softly, looking out at their kids still shrieking with excitement in the yard. “are you going?” She asked, a hint of sadness in her tone. Henry looked at the letter, reading it again; after a moment, he looked back up at his wife, nodding.
“be safe, Henry. and come home to me.” she said, placing a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll tell the boys where you’ve gone. I love you.” Henry smiled, placing a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll be okay, I love you too.”
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When Henry arrived at Archgate studios, he was honestly expecting a more lively place. instead, it held the same sense of dread and dreariness Joey Drew Studios held before he left, all those years ago. he sighed, and walked into the studio.
“Hello?” he said into the empty reception hall. “Audrey?” he frowned, slowly turning in a circle as he inspected the many poster that decorated the walls. “Audrey?” he called again, looking around some more
“Oh, Mr. Stein!” A voice came from his right, he realized, as he turned to face it. a woman stood in front of him, short, curly black hair done up nicely. he smiled and stuck out a hand.
“you can call me Henry, no need for formalities.” he said, shaking her hand. “So, your letter mentioned Joey?” he decided to cut to the chase, not wanting to spend too much time away from his family. “you also said you had something to show me?”
“oh right.” Audrey sighed, and led Henry down further into the studio. “before I show you what’s in this room, you have to promise me,” She said, standing in front of an office door. “that you won’t tell another soul.” Henry stepped back for a moment, his expression changing to one more serious.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, watching as she relaxed for a moment. “What is it?” he asked, as Audrey moved to open the door.
what was on the other side shocked the old animator to his core.
“Bendy..?” he breathed, kneeling down. the small toon hid behind Audrey’s leg, looking up at her. “hey, kiddo, I won’t hurt you.” he said, finding himself offering a hand to this creature.
“He’s scared…you look like someone we know, but you aren’t him.” Audrey said, as Henry stood. “That’s the other thing.” Audrey and Henry entered the room, and Henry froze.
He was staring at himself.
except this version of him was Sepia-toned, ink stained his clothes and his face. did henry really look that old?
That Tired?
The animator lifted a hand, waving cautiously. The sepia-tone version of him waved back- in the exact same manor.
“What the-”
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“Ok, so..” Henry said, sitting with Audrey, and the other Henry; a cup of coffee in hand. “Joey created a hellish world to torment this version of me, and you inherited it?” He asked, watching as they glanced at each other before nodding. “And he wanted a kid so he used the ink machine to create you?” Audrey nodded, holding up her hand.
“I’m made of ink,” she said, bending her finger back like it was nothing. “but living flesh and blood.” She explained. “Somehow, his creations are escaping into this world.” Henry- the real world one, nodded, sipping on his coffee.
“I don’t understand why this place is hellish. its a cartoon.” Henry said, “shouldn’t it be funny?” Ink Henry sighed, shaking his head sadly. “why can’t you explain it?”
“Because you’re better off not knowing the horrors I faced. the horrors Allison and Sammy and-” Ink Henry cut himself off, staring at the real world version of himself. “Do you really want to know what I went through?”
Henry nodded. the ink world version of him grabbed his arm, his eyes glowing a brilliant gold. “Then see.”
Suddenly, he was within a sepia toned world, echos of memories played on repeat within his head.
“Have you seen him? the Ink Demon?” A disfigured Alice angel laughed as Henry ran from a beast that sported Bendy’s smile. his head ached as he fell forward, suddenly a man sporting a mask that resembled Bendy’s face stood in front of him, preaching the Ink demon. “come my lord, and take this sheep!” He cried.
Henry wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. he sat up suddenly, a perfect Boris in front of him. for a moment he felt calm- but that was ripped from him as he watched that perfect dog get ripped from him- a disfigured and ruined beast that held Boris’s face attacking him. Henry felt guilty, watching as his old pal died. thousands of names whispered throughout the studio as he marched on, an Alice wielding a sword walking with a Boris that sported a mechanical arm by his sides. The scenery changed and he was facing a large terrifying beast, his smile and teeth threatening as Henry dived- placing a reel of film into a protector. Suddenly the protector stood, its inky arms grabbing Henry. the animator screamed, flailing to get the new monster off of him. he fell from the arms of the creature, into Joey’s apartment.
He ran for the door, only to open it and reenter the studio- to repeat the cycle again. Henry could hear screaming, and he quickly realized it was himself. he threw things across the main studio floor, anger and fear bubbling up inside him.
“Am I real?!” he shouted to no one in particular. “Am I really Henry Stein?! Where’s my wife?! Joey WHERE IS SHE?!”
The yelling stopped as he entered a room, staring into a mirror. golden tears fell from his eyes, as realization filled his senses. He’s not really Henry. he has no Linda to return home to. he’s stuck here, suffering, dying over and over and over and over-
“HENRY!” Audrey shouted, grabbing the animator. he was on the floor, yelling in pain. he gasped, forcing himself up. he stared at his twin, eyes full of tears.
“You..” he gasped, his head aching with pain. “all of that?”
“all of that. on repeat.” Henry nodded, noticing how his counterparts eyes faded back to normal. “We can’t let people like Alice or the ink demon out. Audrey was able to stop the-” he sighed, looking serious. “leak- for lack of a better word; for now but we think you can help.”
Henry nodded, finally understanding what his other self was explaining. “I have one request. I have to tell Linda.” Audrey shook her head, eyes widen with fear.
“No! you promised!”
“Audrey, I can’t help you and be with her at the same time,” He said calmly. “Not with the two boys that is.” He heard ink henry gasp, his expression softening.
“two boys?” Henry smiled and pulled out his wallet, showing off a picture of the two teenagers.
“Benjamin and Michael. absolute rascals but I love em so much.” he said, a sense of pride rising in his chest. “now, can I tell Linda?”
“alright alright. but we have to get started soon; I don’t know how long my patch will hold.”
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I legit found this on accident but here's my take;
I do agree with Meatly in the sense that, yes, if you are introducing a bunch of new characters you have to develop them, and you can't do that while giving attention to your already existing cast.
The problem is...the new guys aren't developed. At all. How are you meant to develop a character over the course of one audio log in some cases? Bendy and the Ink Machine had the advantage of being released chapter by chapter, hence why we had time to speculate and draw gay fanart of the characters between releases. The fandom was able to form a connection to these characters in this way, and most had recurring audio logs, with the exception to this rule mainly being Lacie.
Compare this with the laundry list of characters in BATDR with singular audio logs; Lance, Angus, Archie, Hank, Bill, Grace, Kay, Dale, Jane, and Phil. (Correct me if I'm wrong, there are a lot.)
Single note characters include; Eugene, Hudson, and Telly. (Again, correct me if I'm wrong.)
I don't think I'm hurting many feelings by saying that nobody knows who the new human cast is, and that they are the most unnecessary part of BATDR story-wise. This is the exact inverse of BATIM, where we got invested because of the human cast amidst the cartoons.
Sure, Wally's presence was still in BATDR, and Grace even mentioned Norman by name. But the majority of veteran Bendy fans were hoping to see more of the old cast that we were already in love with. The new human characters rolled off incoming Bendy fans like hot sand, which kind of proves that they aren't needed unless they're fleshed out properly in future installments.
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Hey it's the [insert clutch heart] person from that bendy post. Was wondering if you could do more fluff stuff with the ink demon but reader knew him as a child wandering around the studio when it was still alive and kicking.
(ps. For some reason I imagined reader playing hide and seek with bendy and imagining the ink demon voice saying 'GOTYOU!' in a semi playful manner before chuckling which made me clutch my chest again from wholesome ink demon overload)
This is a cute idea! Thanks for the request, hope you enjoy!
🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷
Fandom(s): BATIM/BATDR
Character(s): Bendy/Ink Demon
Reader: Gender neutral (You/Your)
TW: None, just fluff!
Style: Long hcs
Summary: You were a big fan of Bendy as a child, but eventually forgot about him over the years, until you one day happened to stumble upon the old studio.
You were absolutely obsessed with the famous Bendy show! You watched every single episode that came out, and begged your parents to take you to the theatre whenever a play was featured there.
When news came around Joey Drew was accepting visitors into his studio, you begged and begged for weeks to be able to go. And finally, one day, they agreed! Your parents dropped you off at the studio before heading off to work, where they’d pick you up again once their shift was over, meaning you could do whatever for all the hours you had to yourself!
You saw so many amazing things, but the thing you were most excited to see was the little dancing devil himself. Whilst Joey was touring all the guests, he pointed out a door with a plate that had the word “Bendy” printed on it, explaining that Bendy was inside getting ready to preform for everyone! You couldn’t believe it, you’d be able to see Bendy! In real life! But Joey said nobody was allowed to see him yet, and that just didn’t sit well with you. So as the rest of the group walked off, you waited until their footsteps were no longer audible before going onto your tippy toes, reaching and turning the rounded handle.
As the door creaked open, inside was a small vanity, a carpet, a couch, and posters all along the walls. There was some music playing, and in the center of the room was the demon himself, dancing along to the tune. You watched in awe as he worked him magic, and as the song ended, he gave a bow, and you clapped and giggled. Bendy jumped up, not knowing anyone was present in the room with him. You closed the door and ran inside, giving Bendy a hug.
“You did great!!” The demon was shocked but accepted the hug, until his face became one of worry and he began to push you towards the door, making you whine.
“I don’t care about the tour, I just wanna see you!” Bendy frowned and shook his head, pointing to a poster of Joey Drew and making a mad expression.
“I know he’ll be mad, but I wanna be your friend!” The demon froze. Friend? He’s never had a friend before. You smiled as the demon tilted his head to the side and stared at you with a confused expression. You gently pushed Bendy out the way and took your spot on the carpet, recreating one of Bendy’s old dances. The demon smiled as he remembered making that scene, it was a bit difficult for him to learn, yet you seemed to do it so naturally.
“See? I’ve watched all your shows and plays! I’ve been begging to meet you for so long!” Bendy walked back over to the carpet and sat down, you sitting across from him. The two of you chatted (or, you chatted, and Bendy listened or did his best to answer without having the ability to speak) until you both heard a knock on the door. Bendy stood up and grabbed your hand, rushing you over to the couch and pushing you behind it, where you’d be completely out of sight.
The door opened, revealing Joey Drew himself.
“Bendy, have you memorized your dance?” The demon smiled and nodded up at the man, to which he gave out a satisfied hum and grabbed the ink creature’s hand, walking out the room with him.
And it was like this for a long time, you’d watch everything Joey Drew Studios produced, buy all the merch, and even see the demon himself up close and personal. But eventually, school became a hassle, and you had better things to focus on than a dancing demon. And after a few years, you completely forgot about him. In fact, everyone did. The studio stopped producing, and the people stopped questioning. Over time, nobody even recognized the name Bendy. And neither would you, until one day.
You had moved out of your childhood home ages ago, but your parents had gone through your old room and found posters, plushies, cd’s/dvd’s (I don’t know what kind of technology they had during the time 😭) and much more, just sitting and collecting dust. Your parents thought it’d be nice for you to go back down memory lane, and sent all the stuff over to you. And as you held the objects in your hands, a few tears rolled down your face as you finally remembered your inky friend. You wondered what happened to him and the studio, and decided to go back to your childhood town, for memory’s sake.
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