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independent {BENDY THE DANCING DEMON} from BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE semi-selective, mutuals preferred

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ooc. so i’m probably once again going on hiatus

the want to write bendy (or anybody!) here on tumblr just doesn’t exist at the moment. i’ll probably still check in from time to time but yeah.

soft hiatus? i guess? i have things drafted so i’ll likely reply when/if i get the muse to write bendy again, but please be aware that you don’t have to respond once i do! it could be awhile and i get that interest gets dropped!

ooc. ACTIVITY UPDATE & STARTER CALL

hi! so! the update’ll be under a cut but!! like/reply to this post if you want a starter! i might end up going into your memes and sending you something tho

Niffty shakily looks up at the ink demon. Was it just her imagination or did he sound…remorseful? Slowly pushing herself off the wall, she cautiously approaches Bendy. Even in this form, she knew it still had to be him. 

She reaches out hand to gently touch his arm. The cyclops is still frightened of him she knows that much but…she doesn’t think he’ll actually hurt her. ‘”It’s okay…” She says in a hushed tone,. It’s as if she’s afraid that if she raises her voice higher she might spook him. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. Please forgive me.”

She touches him, and he flinches. Of course he wouldn’t actually hurt Niffty! Not unless he had to.

No more playing nice. No more barking, defending herself with mere words. These anonymous creatures played and toyed with lingering emotional scars for far too long. Many other occurrences ended in the bluenette swinging one or several of these nuisances twinkling into the night sky, but a hoard required extra man power.

Or in her case, supernatural power. 

The little devil darling began his transformation, all while Vivi smacked and batted the approaching grey enemies targeting her demonic friend. No one would dare touch her precious friend, another member of her own family, someone she held very near and dear to her own tattered heart. Cute, adorable cartoon or eldritch abomination, Vivi never left Bendy in the dust. 

And would never let him rot away. 

“I’ll do my best to keep my ice off you Bendy. I don’t want you to get hurt, but don’t hold back when it comes to these pests in front of us!” Vivi raised her bat up above her head, and in one fell swoop it crashed down on the barren ground. A thick layer of ice shot out from the bat’s head, twisting and turning upon any sort of contact be it organic or not. Those grey fae found themselves trapped in frozen, icy sea.

Perfect for a little game of slice and dice. 

“NOW SHOW THEM YOUR TEETH, BENDY!” 

As if a little ice would slow him down. It would, of course, ink’s not incapable of being frozen, but it won’t stop the not-so-little demon now. He doesn’t care.

These people have harmed someone he cares about for far too long.

One by one, their enemies were frozen. And one by one, as the demon pounced and leapt between them, were they eviscerated and torn apart. Bodies shattered like icicles. Heads separated from bodies. Limbs torn away from torsos. All by the demon’s claws and teeth.

The more he slew, the higher, the louder his laughter became. Of course Vivi would never let him die, or be forgotten, or anything of the sort. Just as he would never let her come to harm, or pain, not if he could help it.

“MURDERER.” Tisiphone exclaimed, her voice echoing within the chambers as she throws her whip at the ink demon’s legs, having it wrap around his ankles and violently pulling him toward her direction.

“MRRR... MURDERER!” She’d continue to yell, yanking her whip back before having her foot dig underneath him to flip him out onto his back. He wasn’t like any shade she recognized. But he wanted to provoke her - to Hades whatever shade he was.

He’d learn to not talk to a Fury like that.

Her arm reels back, the leather scaled whip lashing out against his now exposed back quickly with a sickening crack. One of her feet makes busy into pressing down against his rear to keep him pinned against the stone cold floor. Her hand rears back once again, “Murder.”

It’s almost like she expects him to be afraid of her. And if he were a sensible human (or former human in this case), he probably would be. But he isn’t. He’s a demon.

When the whip makes contact with his inky flesh, Bendy just bites his lip and takes that one hit, but that’s all she’ll get. At least all she’ll get without a fight.

With a growl, Bendy struggles against her, unsheathing his tail-blades and claws, wriggling to get free and up onto his feet, putting a little bit of distance between demon and Fury. “Heh, murderer, huh? Ya know, yer really not all that great at readin’ what people are.”

As if he hasn’t taken a life. Not that she needs to know that.

Meta Knight has been in the studio for all of 5 minutes and he's already confused and maybe a little lost. One of the innate powers of a Star Warrior is to be able to sense demons, but it feels like this entire place is dripping with demonic energy. Is the whole building a demon? Does that make any sense at all?? The answer will be revealed after this commercial break.

The small knight continues his utterly fruitless exploration through the halls, coming up with nothing but a migraine and a new appreciation for how cartoons are made.

To say that the whole of the studio is a demon isn’t too far from the truth. Rather, the whole building is the domain of a demon, and quite the powerful one at that.

As the small knight shuffles along, the ink bubbles and oozes from any place it can get out. From the floors and walls, a cascade of black in every direction, growing only thicker as the master in question approaches.

“Ye can sit on my shoulders.. trust me, I grew up where the dulaman harvest is. If I can deadlift at least 38.5 kilos I’m sure that having your sit on my shoulders won’t bother me at all!”

Elin rummaged through her bag and pulled out a straw hat, handing it to the demon with a grin

“This will help with the brightness, keep the sun out of your eyes”

“I mean, ‘ccordin’ to Henry I’m ‘bout 40 pounds so I’d say ya prob’ly’ve got this,” Bendy laughs, hefting himself up onto Elin’s shoulders.

The color drained instantly from her face. Niffty backed away, her eye widening as her gaze traveled up to the terrifying ink monstrosity that Bendy had become. She did this. Her innocent teasing had turned him into this…thing

Regret and dread filled her entire being. Her back hit the wall and she brought her hands up to her face. She wanted to look away, to run, do something. But her body would not move, no matter how much she willed it to. She was absolutely petrified with fright.

“I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry–” The apologies spilled forth from her mouth. Her body began to tremble, as she pressed herself closer against the wall. “–I didn’t know…”

And how could she? She’d only known Bendy for a little while. How was she supposed to know that the cute little devil could transform into a nightmare come to life?

It only takes a second of seeing her terrified of him that causes Bendy to realize what he’s done. What he’s back to being. It only takes a second for him to recoil himself, still crouched on the ground somewhat but now with both of his hands - one smaller than the other, still only partially regenerated and likely staying that way - over his mouth.

She can’t see his eyes under the dripping ink, but they are full of regret.

“I-I-I-I-” Even his voice sounds different. Deeper. Raspier. A clear contrast to his higher-pitched, cartoon-like voice. “I-I’m sorry- I-I should’a told you, I-” He pushes some of the ink away from his eyes, so he can actually look at her.

“Either is fine but really. Whichever you’re the most comfortable with giving me is best.”

Bendy just shrugs.

@prxmetxmebxtch​​ said: “Hey little devil. How you doin buddy?”

Alice started to feel frustrated and a bit offended. She just wanted to help! And what’s wrong with feeling a little sympathy?!

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re clearly happy right now!” Alice’s sass leaked out. “I can feel your emotions, ya know! What is that you really want? What do you want me to do?” 

“I want you to GET OUT, OR DROWN IN THE @#$%IN’ INK!”

Bendy once again bangs his fist on the wall. “Quit. Meddlin’. With things. That I ain’t WANT ya meddlin’ with. I don’t care if I ain’t happy. I don’t care that ya want to help. I don’t care. I want to be left alone, ‘til the day those traitors walk through them doors right there.”

No copy Bendys? Or ripoffs of the original? Here Vivi thought starting animation companies or other big names would try drawing their own copycat version of the devil darling. Art theft ran rampant in today’s world, but is it possible things were more tame way back then? People in power always hid some kind of greed, whether it’d be for their own selfish needs or making their company look all the better. 

It didn’t matter the year or the times. Call her even more curious then. 

The process of making cartoons? Vivi knew how art worked in a digital sense considering most artists and larger animation companies used up-to-date technology in the present day. “Well, I have some idea? I know it involves a lot of paper and drawing the same pose over thin sheets. At least…I think that’s how it went?” His tone implied a switch in emotion. She leaned down listening attentively. 

Bendy has to giggle when she explains the technical way. “Not that way, silly. Physically. Y’know. Like me, but not exactly like me. There’s a right way an’ a wrong way. I mean, ya ain’t wrong with what you’re sayin’ - that’s how they animated on the silver screen noways - but I’m talkin’ ‘bout physical, real-life toons like me.” “Plus.. I weren’t anythin’ worth rippin’ off, admittedly. I was one a the less-popular toons a the time... Like Goopy Geer, or Foxy!”

The little toon waits for some sort of reaction before continuing. “Well! Typically, a toon’s made real when their creator an’ studio love an’ believe in ‘em an’ what they can do, so they just LEAP off the page! It’s like a fairy-tale really!” His tone drops, just a little. “Not the toons a Joey Drew Studios. Ya can prob’ly guess that Joey didn’t genuinely believe in any a us. So we couldn’t’ve just leapt off’a the page like any normal toon.”

He holds out a hand, and extends his claws. Probably something she hadn’t actually seen from him before. “He bought the Ink Machine to bring us to life. Bastardizin’ us via makin’ us demons. We weren’t made the real way for toons.”

Elin knelt down to sit beside him, hesitantly and gently placing her hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner as she nodded her head.

“Aye, the world is full of color… Color, life, and beauty.”

The wind ruffled her hair, dancing across her freckled face in small strands as her gaze grew distant for a few moments.

“If you like you can stand on my shoulders so you can see further, you’ll be able to see the road leading into town I reckon-”

“Heh, in these shoes? I think I’ll pass an’ spare yer shoulders the pain a havin’ metal pressin’ against ‘em.”