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{(:🖊️:)}“ Please tell me your not the life of the party “ 

Thank who ever that happiness is something that could be just about anything! But man, did that sound depressing as ever! Which is just making this particular melting demon wonder if they should of just make a turn around and leave. 

Answer or drink | Open | @devildrlingShots: 7 

“ Aw, that’s hardly fair. ”

Injury starters | @devildrling

                    And there’s a long drug out sigh, his hand coming up to brush back silver locks; fingers combing through his hair.  He was AWARE of the blood that coated parts of his body, the fresh injuries that stung and ached --- and his expression (or rather, the single crimson eye that peeked out through his father’s fingers) was a telltale sign he wasn’t in the best of moods. 

                                 But who would be, looking like him?  He’d bitten off more than he could chew with this one.  Yet, his deadly touch had come out VICTORIOUS. 

                      “...You really would.  Considering all that’s left is a pile of dust and human waste.”

Henry wakes up, and he realizes that he’d collapsed on his work. Again. Overworking has led him to fall asleep at his desk more often than he’d like to admit, and like all the other times he’s more disoriented than before he fell asleep.

Well, he reasons with himself, if he’s here in the studio this early, he might as well get a head start on the shots. The old animator glances around his desk, gathering his supplies again as he murmurs to himself.

well, it’s time to announce the giveaway winners! i’ll be contacting everyone tomorrow over IM or discord, too, but this is sort of a “hey, advance notice! you are a winner!”

without further ado, the FIVE WINNERS who get all of BATIM’s paid chapters OR games totaling up to $20 are...

@bluescarfvivi

@devildrling

@forcedcstiny

@theirassassin

@cheiian

please take your time tomorrow to go through games when the steam summer sale is announced!

to everyone else, thank you for participating!

        trapped. like a snake in a trap, writhing in an attempt to escape with no success, even as the gardener loomed over it with a shovel ---- that was the situation the studio forced them into. to even say such vulnerable words to anyone meant that this place was getting to her, right?

        after so long, the normally haughty composure of helena sweet maggie medusa was beginning to c r a c k . it’d take further time for it to shatter entirely, but she didn’t want to look forward to such a grisly thing.

🎀 ——— "...means a lot t’hear that.”

        a pause, before she peered over at the demon, a snake or two poking out from under her veil. curious beasts, even now.

Whirring.  Sloshing of thick black darkness.  The reprimand of his own imagination.  

          Was Bendy real?  Nothing was real, it was all a dream.  

                    Soon e̩̖̖̼̜̣v̗͙e͉ͅr̘̲y̱th̯̭̥̞̜̹̠i͇͚͚̰̟͉̜n̻͓̣g͔̹ would be r̙͙͕̞e̞̱a̩l̯̣̬͓̖͔̹.

He stared, a stare not on anything in this room, but so focused on the thoughts churning away in his head to the same rhythm of the ink machine.

--- “Problems, problems, that’s the problem with today’s society, Bendy.  No one’s satisfied.  No one looks to the creator and says ‘thank you for creating’.  No, all they say is give me more.  More!  Mo̙̮r̝̱͙̳͈̹ẹ͈͓!”

                    The tone of voice was concerning.

--- “They never consider how the creator feels.  How he’s spent his life providing and providing, wearing out his creativity like a pen that’s run dry.  They suck the dream right out of the dreamer without a second thought.”

          Suddenly - quite suddenly, startlingly so - his eyes flickered to his toon companion.

“Soon, I won’t need to cr͚e̩̜̰̻̩a̲̳͚te̠͙͉̲̰ anymore.  

          The creation will create itself.

                    Don’t you u̝̙̦̹n͕dḛ͓͇̲̬͈͖r͉̝̤s̙t̹̥̳̞͙͕an̹d̼͈̬?

//: Honestly one of the sweetest things happening is Bendy/Encre and Bendy dancing together just having a fun time ;w;