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@phoena12 submitted: a quick fic i wrote for Angst War 2k18, hope you enjoy!

It had been a peaceful day or as peaceful as the studio could get, the occasional pipe bursting and sending tidal waves of ink in every direction, the sounds of pen scratching onto paper as the widening grin of Bendy takes shape. Sammy had taken to shouting as of late, much to Wally’s and some better un named interns glee, as Bendy plays prank after prank on the poor music director. Their footfalls soon heard as bendy comes screeching out of an ink stained office with a peeved (and soaked) Sammy Lawrence, insults spitting from his mouth. It takes Wally a few minutes to stop his cackling.

Sweet melodies combined with a twirl of angelic singing comb through the halls of the studio, a few employees stopping briefly by the recording studio to catch the sunny tune. Susie making the bass vocals as Alice leads with the main part, the two lost in the joy of it. Jack leans to one side of the recording booth, scanning over the lyrics and hums along to the instrumental parts.

Down below, where memories breathe a little more life than ought to be, sits Shawn, tinkering away with his bendy plushies. A careful eye analysing each and every aspect of the doll he has in hand. Satisfied, he smiles and places the doll down amongst others. A comforting hand is placed on his shoulder as Lacie asks a genial question. Shawn shrugs, stands and gestures at an oil smudged Lacie to lunch. She scoffs but heads for the elevator nonetheless, making a joke that Shawn’s eyes were looking a little green today. He laughs. He usually forgets to take his goggles off.

Several floors above, Joey sketches out various ideas to put forth for the next cartoon strip, various doodles of Bendy pulling pranks or just getting into mischief. Alice being the voice of reason and Boris the lovable antagonist. Notes are hastily scribbled at the sides, some a little indecipherable in his haste to have the picture make sense. He was sure Henry and the others would love them. At least, he think they would if not for the shouting that interrupted Joey’s thoughts. It sounded like Sammy and Bendy were at it again. He heaves a sigh, pushes up from his chair and begins a casual walk out towards the racket. Oh sure, he was gonna give them hell when he caught them but why waste that energy now. Joey waves a hello at passing co-workers.

“I’m gonna ring yer damn neck ya imp!!” Sammy all but screeches.

“Ya gotta catch me first!” Bendy snickers back as he quickly rounds a corner, only to bump into his father figure, Joey.

“I got ya now twerp!” Sammy hollers as he catches up with Bendy and grabs him by the scruff, “oh yer in for it now” Sammy spits. Failing to notice Drew but we’ll just blame it on the fact his face is covered in ink and not the overriding frenzy that has him worked up instead.

“I don’t think that is in your best interests Sammy” Joey speaks up. An audible gulp can be heard as Sammy snaps his neck to meet the cold blue eyed gaze of his boss, dropping Bendy in the process and eliciting an “oww” from him.

There’s a slight pause from both demon and music director before Bendy wraps his arms about Joey’s legs and whimpers a “he started it!” How very convincing and certainly Joey would be had he not had to deal with this same situation time and time again.

“You know damn well you started it ya pest!” Sammy glowers down at Bendy, “he flooded my office again” this he says to Joey, firmly holding his gaze. Joey could have guessed that by the state of his appearance alone.

“That fact is very evident, Sammy, what im most concerned about is the level of noise and destruction (at this he looks pointedly down the hall the two had come cavorting through) that you two have caused”. If looks could kill, Sammy would have dropped dead right there on the floor. “And Bendy” Joey begins with that parental tone that brooks no space for argument, “how many times have I told you not to flood Sammy’s office?”

Bendy idly rubs his forefingers together, a petulant frown showing, “26 times?” he tries but it doesn’t yield any form of a smile from the older man. Bendy gives up his childish act and goes to stand by Sammy, the both of them looking like disgraced children.

“47 actually” Joey sighs out. He wishes Henry were here instead. “Bendy, you’re not allowed in the animation department for the rest of the week”

“What!? But Joey-“Bendy squawks before being cut off.

“No.” it’s harsh but Bendy needs to learn. “As for you, Sammy, your coffee intake will be reduced” that might be pushing it but it’s the only way Joey can really reprimand Sammy.

“Fine…” Sammy grouches, unwilling to fight further on the subject with his boss. He supposed, as well, that he had caused a bit of havoc for the rest of the studio, especially for Wally.

“Good, I shall leave you two to-“

“But what am I meant to do for the rest of the week!” Bendy suddenly pipes up, his hands fisted slightly and looking none too happy about the arrangement made.

“You can draw or you can go play in the other departments” Joey tries.

Bendy grumbles under his breathe, looking about as mad as a dozing kitten, as he stalks off, stomping his little feet every now and then. Sammy nods a curt farewell as he goes to clean himself off. The both of them, Joey concludes then and there, are like spoilt children. Ah well, they would get over it sooner or later and besides, a week wasn’t a long time and Sammy could live without coffee. It might even do his health some benefit.

~~0~~

He was mad.

No!

He was fuming!

He was…he was….what was that word Sammy always used?

Pissed! Yeah that was it, Bendy was pissed as all hell. He’d show Joey, he could find plenty to do without sitting with Henry and watch him draw out each careful line of his beloved cartoon. Nope, Bendy wouldn’t miss the soft scratch of pen to pristine paper, or the gentle mutters of the other animators or the lulling hums of Henry as he zoned out.

Nope!

Nu-uh!

Bendy wasn’t gonna miss any of it. In fact it would do him wonderfully to get away from such a dull place. Think of all the pranks he could pull on everyone else! Oh, Joey would regret this decision. Not that Bendy ‘cared’.

Except his plans hadn’t, well, gone according to plan at all.

Wally had caught on to all of Bendy’s pranks and even alerted the rest of the studio to any other of his shenanigans (the gall!), so pranks were swiftly thrown out the window.

Even Alice and Susie wouldn’t put up with him. They had welcomed him into their conversation but the little demon soon lost track or sense of the conversation and after asking the 40th or so question pertaining to “why a guy’s butt looks good in dress pants, compared to overalls”, both women had kicked Bendy out of the conversation. If you asked Bendy, guy’s butts looked better in skirts!

And Lacie and Shawn were no help either. Lacie pretty much kept Bendy at an arm’s length whilst she worked on some mechanical thing and when Bendy had inquired as to what it was she was working on (and god did he ever regret that question) she had shown him a metallic doll that looked like him.

Except it was missing its eyes.

And some of its teeth had fallen out.

Oh and there was oil coming out of its eyes which was not ok?

Bendy had promptly fled the room screaming and hid beneath a stack of dolls.

Another dire mistake because today was filled with those apparently.

Shawn just had to pick him up out of the stack and Shawn just had to stick a needle dangerously close to his eyes. To Bendy’s amusement, Shawn did scream when finding it to be the real him but, you know, having a needle that close to your eye?

That’s not such an amusing thing.

So, Bendy had booked it outside the studio and yes, he was always told never to go outside the studio but the place was beginning to get too stifling and the fresh air and cooling wind felt good. The sky was blue with thick fluffy clouds, like out of a picture book. It was serene. Nice. Bendy inwardly thanked Joey for giving him a reason to go outside. What Bendy failed to know was that for a toon, stepping outside was a death wish.

He didn’t hear their footsteps or their murmured voices, only the flash of a camera and the shocked cries of humans. He didn’t recognise the voices. He didn’t recognise their faces either. Oh but they recognised him for sure.

Bendy had darted back into the studio, the people shouting and causing an uproar now. They banged against the door. His heart fluttered once and then began an uneven beat. Fast and unrelenting. Oh god, what did he do?

With tears welling in his eyes he runs to the one person who could sort out this mess.

Henry.

He knows, he shouldn’t go anywhere near the animation department, the building anxiety of Joeys disappointed features tearing at the young toons heart. Bendy felt as if he would burst.

As he reaches Henry, he’s a crying mess, ink and tears dripping heavily to the floor. No doubt a puddle would form. Henry is instantly on his knees.

“Hey,hey, what’s wrong buddy?” with a soothing tone that has Bendy bawling even more, the other animators coming to see the ruckus.

It hurts. It hurts so much because bendy is crying and sobbing and begging. “Im sorry, im sorry” and “please forgive me Henry” over and over again. His voice goes hoarse and cracks and god, does he feel like he’s gonna burst. There’s too many people and as Henry picks up his shaking form, Bendy burrows his face into his shirt, staining it in tears and ink.

~~0~~

The next day is even worse when the newspapers arrive. A picture of Bendy standing just outside the studio door, a soft and surprised look on his face, on the front page. He cries as Joey stares blankly at the page, eyes widening as he reads each word.

“Drew studios conducting experiments?” one reads.

“Famous star, Bendy, seen outside Drew Studios in freak photo!” another states.

And on and on such titles go, the wonder and mostly horror, at the favoured cartoon being alive.

It was a scandal to be sure.

The studio is silent that day, nobody works.

Henry holds Boris close, as Susie links hands with Alice. The silence a sharp and stabbing pain.

Bendy resigns himself from the chatter but Joey picks him up and holds him close.

“We’ll figure this out” he promises. Bendy cries and hopes that he does.

~~0~~

He’s not sure how many days have passed now.

The newspapers have grown less restive and in response to the heated media, the public takes a stand and protest outside of Drew studios.

It’s horrible and noisy and it’s all his fault.

Bendy doesn’t cry anymore. Just weak shudders and the occasional whimper.

Alice had yelled at him. Screaming. Throwing her hands about in wild gesticulation. Then she had stormed off and Bendy hadn’t seen her since. Susie assured him that she had calmed down but knew that wasn’t the case. Alice would never forgive him. She would hate him forever.

The thought was a punch to the gut.

Intern after intern had been laid off too, seeing as the mobs were getting rowdy and demanding entrance to the studio. Someone had been hurt, a long and nasty gash down their head. Bendy could still smell the blood.

Joey had even taken an interview stating that there were no living toons and such an idea was foolish. Clearly, the public hadn’t believed it.

It was all his fault.

It was all his fault

It was all his fault!

Hisfaulthisfaulthisfaulthi-

Well-toned arms had picked him as impossibly more tears slipped down his broken features, swaying him back and forth and murmuring soft words.

Henry.

Henry was here and standing at his side was Boris and Joey, both looking worried and aged beyond their years. Alice appeared from nowhere and placed a reassuring hand upon Bendy’s quivering self, a small smile telling she had forgiven him.

“Oh, Bendy…” Henry begins, softly, “no more tears, we’ll figure this out, ok?”

“b-but I… I hurt everyone…” Bendy hoarsely whispers, his eyebrows drawn tight and lip quivering.

“Ya certainly caused a mess, imp, but were used ta cleaning up yer messes” Sammy chips in, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I think ya mean I’m more used ta it, I’m the janitor ‘ere” Wally quips as he shrugs past Sammy. Sammy rolls his eyes in response.

“Oh would you two stop! The boy is clearly upset!” Lacie scolds from the end of the hall, her boots thudding as she makes her way to the growing group, Shawn trailing behind.

“We’re in this together” Alice murmurs as she rests her head on Henry’s shoulder.

“A family that works together, sticks together, is what I always say” Joey supplies, hands on his hips in a triumphant manner.

“Since when have you ever said that?” Susie drawls, earning a few snickers.

“W-well, just now!” Joey replies indignantly. Everyone giggles.

A family that sticks together, huh?

Yeah, Bendy had a whole family at his back that loved and cherished him.

Everything would work out in the end.

@phoena12

((Don’t worry, I can do fluffy!! Especially with as cute a prompt as this, my goodness…))

“Eeey, Shawn! Conas a-a-atá tú?”

How was he? The toymaker only had to turn to his friend as an answer. Wally Franks cringed a little bit at the sight of a black eye, and he tenatively leaned in to look closer. “Jaysus… That’s a nice lookin’ shiner… Who’d you piss off?” Despite the teasing tone in Wally’s voice, Shawn still grumbled and growled as he sunk into his chair. He wasn’t in the mood.

“Didn’ do sheiiiit.” Crossing his arms in front of himself, he pulled up one leg and rested it atop his other. And when Wally started to look worried, he’d curled up a little.

“….You get into the fight clubs wit’ Liam again?”

“No.” Granted, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d gone with Liam to a fight ring, or even to less-than-savory places, just to give his sister’s husband some back-up. He could see why Wally went to that first.

“…. If it was one of the shit heads, you can tell Lawrence. You know that, right?”

And he could see why Wally went to that second. And unfortunately, he was right. Shawn may not have had the freckles and vivid orange-red hair that Wally did, but his accent gave him away much quicker. And his height left a lot to be desired. Made him a lovely target to assholes who wanted him shipped back off. “It’s a'ight, Wally…. Really. The fuck won’ be’ bother'n’ us anymore… Tommy scared ’m off.”

“Shawn….”

“Ahh, staaad….” He reached over, giving Wally a half-hearted shove on the leg. “I’ll be fine, Walls… Jus’ need a lil’ work ta’ get mah min’ off it.”

His friend seemed incredibly skeptical about that, but did grab a hold of his mop. “A'ight. But you should see the infirm'ry regardless.” After Shawn gave his grunt of understanding, Wally finally started to walk off.

Shawn felt a little more comfortable letting his fake grin fall as he heard Franks’s steps get fainter and fainter. He was trying the “fake it until it’s real” approach; if he pretended he was okay, he’d be okay sooner. If he was honest with himself though, he’d feel much better spending the night at Thomas’s or Grant’s. His friends were always willing to set him up a night if Siobhan and her husband needed some time alone.

….

Well. First he needed to get some work done. No use bein’ here and not earning his keep. Maybe it’d put Grant’s mind at ease that at least a few people were working hard in this damn studio.

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It was a rare day that Joey was one of the last people out. Usually that honor went to Sammy Lawrence, or even Wally Franks. But, Joey had stayed in his office, working as hard as he could to finalize budgets and ledgers for Cohen, and even draw out storyboards for a new episode. He was 100% drained now. And now, he had to look forward to going up the rickedy elevator just to get to the first floor. AKA, where the exit was.

He swung his weight around on crutches today, huffing with the extertion as he tried to make it through the building. Honestly, why did Cohen need to keep his office so damn far away from the door?? He’d made it to the toy workshop before he stopped in his tracks.

Either he was seeing things, or his toymaker was asleep on one of the big Boris plushes.

He swung forward a few steps, just to be sure he was seeing this right…. And he leaned back on his good foot as he realized he was. Shawn Flynn looked downright exhausted…. Not to mention the lovely black eye and busted lip he was sporting.

It was… Strange seeing the chatterbox so quiet. Even stranger that the young man was asleep in his work place. … Then again, there was a reason he had cots all over the studio. A lot of his workers, and even his friends, worked themselves too hard. He sighed gently as he leaned over, picking up the plush Boris’s arm and laying it across Shawn’s chest. Joey froze as the toymaker shifted a little, but relaxed as he fell back into a deep sleep.

Thank you!— and yes, the Sinners and the Saints AU is the swap one. I’d love to see your take on it, and would be more than happy to dig into my characterizations. Keep in mind, this will be my take on them, and @insanityallegra might have different ones in her stories. So, the characters!

He was under no illusions when he decided to enter the Devil's casino.

There was a decent reason to avoid making deals with the literal devil. He could twist your words around, he could easily smack you down to size for no reason other than his mood, and then there was the blaringly obvious fact that he was, you know, the Devil himself. That tended to put others off.

He had no need to ask for riches. The Devil could make riches easily, but he could take it away just as quickly like one of the slot machines.

He had no reason to ask for power or prestiage. No one could hold onto such things without gaining enemies that would backstab you while giving honey smiles.

But on that same hand, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't live working for table scraps. He might've been able to when Bugsy was running the Casino, but since that fool had been found squished, the job of running the Casino fell to the Big Fuzz himself. And no one, absolutely NO ONE, wanted to do business with the Devil. Almost no one wanted to try their luck in a dingy little building where there were barely any vices. And everyone wanted to avoid being in a place that was too hot, too loud, and uninviting.

His father worked for this place when it was under Bugsy, and it had flourished. Changed with the times. Been interesting enough to attract all kinds of folk, from a priest to a demon. There was something for everyone there, long as you stayed to look. And if you decided to run your luck, you'd at least have fun doing it.

But now...

He sighed, thumping his chest once as he stepped up to the big fuzz himself. "Heard you've been havin' trouble keep'n' folks in?"

The Devil snarled, his pearly white teeth gleaming under a black furred lip as he looked through a giant accounting book. "If yer' worried about bein' fired, Pip, th'n jus' say it. Don't try 'n sugah' me up none."

He grinned, stretching his arms out comraderly. He needed to play a part of a charmer. He could do that. "Well, I ain' too worried." His Mama shoulda washed his mouth with soap for such a lie, but he needed to keep it going. "I jus' think thin's could be a lil'... Ya know. Bett'ah. Li' when Bugsy was still in." He shrugged his shoulders in fake nonchalance, keeping a careful eye on the Devil. His hackles were raising slightly. "No offense, Boss."

"Offense taken r'gardless." The Devil set the book down, and he scowled to the dice-head. "... I ain' open to suggestin', Pip. Now git back to the floor. Fin' somethin' tah do."

He crossed his arms, huffing a little. Now was the time to go in for the kill. "There ain' nothin' to do. No one's comin' in. Not all it's you, Boss, but no one wan's to come inta a dump li' this." He saw the glint in his Boss's eye, and knew it was now or never. "You a fine demon, but you don' have the people skills. There's plenty ya could do, but ya don' wanna. Too focused on makin' deals to realize tha' no one wan's to make one in an uninvitin' place."

Take the bait.

"You wanna bet on that, Pip?"

Hook. Line. And Sinker.

"....Sure. I can make a bet on that."

He'd make this a decent place once more. Under his own control, or the Devil's, didn't matter. He was a King already, and he'd make his kingdom a fine one.  

“Betcha I could bring ‘n more ‘n a hundred by end’a next week.” That seemed ridiculous enough. 

And the Devil knew it too, if he saw that grin on his face well enough. “A hundred, huh?” He tapped his cheek, considering the offer. “.... Well. Let’s see that. Bring in a hundred. Don’t, and I take that soul of yours.” 

...

In the end, he brought in ninety-nine. 

put a fictional character in my inbox and I’ll answer these questions on them

1) Fight them or fight with them?

I’m fighting the ink man and you can’t stop me.

2) On a scale of 1-10, how excited do I get when I see them?

I mean… a 4.5, I guess?

3) Would I smooch?

I would definitely smooch @ask-joeydrewstudios‘s Sammy, no lie.

4) Have I drawn/written about them/should i draw/write about them?

I am in an Angst War centered around the Sudio, though, oddly enough, we seem to target Sammy more. But yes, I’ve written AND drawn him.

5) Voice HC if they don’t have a voice already?

“Nothing could have kept me confined for too long.”

“This is going to be easy- just give me two days, at tops.”

“They really made the mistake of putting me in here and not somewhere more secure.”