Sammy is my favorite character, and any chance I can get to see him face to face with other versions of himself I WILL TAKE! đ
who wold win in a fight hell's studio sammy escape sammy or post studio sammy?
One of these things is not like the other...Just... Why would you want to see these three in particular fighting each other???
Hell's Studio Sammy would sooner walk out of the door and go straight to the Bahamas than deal with some dimensional shattering shenanigans. He already has to deal with living cartoons running the show, so no thanks!
Escape AU Sammy is already dealing with enough personal stuff right now (again haven't recommended it enough, go check out @inkdemonapologist 's comic, it's fantastic) to brawl anyone, much less another version of himself that might understand how fucked up he feels.
My Post Studio AU Sammy in turn is more bark than bite at the moment, dealing with the fact he's technically a single father of a little unnatural inky hellion, and would rather just sit down and drink some tea while disassociating for three years straight than kick his own ass (even if that IS an irresistible offer).
@crimsiscarlet WELP THAT LATEST CHAPTER WAS WAY TOO AMAZING NOT TO DO ANOTHER FANART DOODLE :D
Your fic is reaaaaally good, keep doing great !
Hellâs Studio AU belongs to @doodledrawsthingsâ
I searched for an hour to find the beginning of this. I miss this blog so much. All credit goes to both @disneyphantomlover and @ask-joeydrewstudios
@disneyphantomloverâ: ((Random blurb I wanted to do for the anniversary of BATIMâs release! Kinda based off the post involving Joey finding about the canon verse and an alternate epilouge I had for Similarly Spiteful. There will at least one more part. 9w9 ))
In all fairness, it was no oneâs fault that it started.
Bendy had wandered into Joeyâs office one day, originally looking for his Creator for company. But, since Joey wasnât there and he got bored waiting, Bendy ended up exploring the office. There was the usual bookshelf with books and files, the desk covered in papers and pens, and a small stash of ink in one of the drawers. Nothing really cool to catch his interest. But then he found a small mirror on the ground, almost half as tall as he was and with an ornate wooden edge around it. As he picked it up, though, he couldnât see himself in the mirror. There was a background, which looked incredibly similar to Joeyâs office, butâŚdustier? Less colorful? And a lot more ink-stained, which was saying something. He tried moving the mirror around to find different angles, or maybe catch his own reflection. All that he found was yellowed wood and particles of dust. And ink. An almost incredible amount of ink that gave him the willies something awful.
After a minute, he shook his head and set the mirror back down. It would figure that Joey had some weird mirror. Because Joey. He didnât give the thing much thought, given that his Creator had come in a few minutes later.
Seemed innocent enough, if a little creepy.
Almost a week later, heâd found himself back in the office. Not of his volition this time though. Heâd tried pulling a prank on Sammy, buuuuut itâd gone a bit too far. The entire recording studio was covered in feathers and honey, Sammy had to be held back by Susie, and the new intern, Wes, was grumbling alongside Wally trying to clean it all up. Joey had actually gotten stern, grounding him for the rest of the day and telling him to sit in his office. Not unfair but⌠He didnât mean for the whole recording studio to get messed up! Just Sammyâs office! Not his fault Sammy took the cake with him to the studio⌠But! Rather than sit and mope around, he wiggled under the desk and found the strange mirror right where heâd left it.
Not much changed from last time⌠At least not that he could see. But this time, he tried walking around with the mirror, trying to find how different the other corners looked like in this fun-house mirror. His findings werenât very spectacular though. Still dustyâŚ. Still stained. It was almost like Wally hadnât cleaned there in forever! That idea alone was impossible, so it made the reflections all the weirder.
He tucked the mirror under his arm, scowling as he tried to think of something. This was a fun-house mirror, and everything looked just a little weirder in it. But what would be fun to look at? He tapped his boot in thought, leaning against Joeyâs desk. The movement had been enough to make a pencil roll off the table, bouncing off Bendyâs head. After a short yelp and rubbing a painful spot on his head, he realized what he could look at. He almost felt silly for not thinking of it sooner! Scrambling on top of the desk, Bendy felt giddy as he angled the mirror down to face the desk top.
He almost immediately regretted it. Somehow, the fact he was standing on various occult books was less unsettling than what was in the reflection. A relatively clean desk for him was now filthy, covered in crumbled papers, and a few glass bottles that he knew heâd never see Joey with. The only okay thing he found was a notebook with a red cover, but that was only because it was open. He couldnât stop himself from reading it, despite it being stained with both black and red spots, and read the more legible parts of the page:
Alice: designed a few months after Susie hired on. Me and Henry ROSS worked on design for weeks before showing off. Boris: designed at beginning after 2 weeks. Aired after 4 episodes. Bendy: first
It was a genuine toss up to what was creepier: the fact it was covered in black and red spots that looked like ink, or the fact that was Joeyâs handwriting. He shuddered a little, almost dropping the mirror. He caught it easily, but he found a picture frame on the corner of the desk. It was so small and wellâŚ.normal, he almost missed it. A closer inspection revealed that it held a small picture with three men in it, but their faces were horribly distorted from the broken glass. It wasâŚ. Wrong. This was all wrong. It wasnât Papa Drewâs desk.
He could feel his limbs shaking from nervousness, and he set the mirror face down on the desk. Every drop of ink in his body felt freezing, and sludge-like ink was already pushing its way into his vision. This felt so, so wrong. He wanted to go find Joey, maybe show him the strange mirror and how bad things lookedâŚ. But he was grounded. Joey was probably still mad at him -he always said he was âdisappointedâ but Bendy knew adult humans just said that to save face- and would get upset at him for finding something that wasnât his. So he did the only right thing he could think of, and stuck it back under the desk. This time he made sure the mirror was facing down though.
It wasnât until weeks later, in the middle of February, that he thought about the mirror again. Mainly because he was playing hide-and-seek with Boris and Alice, and heâd decided to hide under the desk right then. Heâd picked up the mirror, peeking at it to see if he could see if it was less scary. This time, he did see himself. But not as a reflection. His other self was hiding under a corner of the desk, wiping away thick inky tears as he hugged that red notebook from before. Bendy was so startled heâd dropped the mirror, scurrying back to the opposite end of the desk. Joey SAID that there wasnât other hims in mirrors!! Why did his own mirror have to prove him wrong?!
Once his inky heart settled down a bit, he tried to look through the mirror again. Sure enough, there was his reflection⌠Looking right at him. He didnât look scared as Bendy himself felt, instead setting the notebook to the side and leaning in to touch the mirror. The glass served as a barrier, so he didnât get very far, his own gloved hand smooshed against the glass. Admittedly, it did settle Bendyâs nerves that whoever that reflection was couldnât reach through the glass. So, he felt no need to be apprehensive touching the glass back with his own gloved hand. Heâd completely and totally expecting the glass to give under his light touch, or his hand to start burning, or anything painful. But he got none of that. Just an incredibly odd mirror that reflected something wrong. But wrong or not, it was just a mirror. Just a mirror.
Just a crazy mirrorâŚ.
((yOOOOO oh my god more of your awesome writing, yes, i had to restrain myself from yelling at midnight when i saw this in my inbox. okay first of all, hi wes i see you getting mentioned there :D i love that continuity. secondly, this fic is gonna hurt, isnât it? câ: and i still love the way you write bendy darn it. danke for the fic, canât wait for more!! :D))
part one | part two | part three | part four [END]
âI am damaged, far too damagedâ
I started to listen Heathers musical because of these nice Persona5 animatic videos.
Video one // Video two
(Hello, Mun! Iâve been wanting to write a fanfiction for this AU for awhile, but once I heard the blog was shutting down, I finally decided to start. As a result of my lateness, this fanfiction is not finished. I guess Iâll be sending the rest to your other blog, if youâre interested. This is literally the first time Iâve ever submitted something online, so if I did something wrong, I apologize.)
(Where do I begin? Mun, Iâd just like to thank you for all the laughs and heartfelt moments this blog has provided. It was a creative, unique idea to have a âhappily ever afterâ AU, and continues to be. I havenât been here since the beginning; I only got into the Bendy and the Ink Machine fandom about a year ago, and found your blog a few months later. But I can say that this has been, by far, one of my most favorite blogs here on Tumblr. I love your original take on all the characters, and their unique designs. You are an amazing artist and even more amazing human being. I wish you the best of luck in all your future projects, both fandom related and not.)
(Now back to the fanfiction. Iâd been entertaining the idea of the studio employees of this AU ending up in the game studio. I decided to write that, but only for Chapter 1. It gets pretty âangstyâ later on, but I tried to mix in some humor as well. Iâve never written anything so dramatic before, so weâll see how it turned out.)
((Note: This fanfiction was written rather hastily, so Iâm sorry if the pacing seems too fast. The way I headcanon the AU studio is that itâs a mix of the studio before the game was remastered and the studio after it was remastered, meaning the ink machine is in a small room at the far end of the main hallway, like the original, but everything else is like the remastered version.))
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âYou totally are their favorite.â It was a statement, an observation, not even an accusation and Max was shocked to see that everyone seems to agree with Eredâs ridiculous claim.
âThatâs crazy. Why would I of all people be their favorite? I make life living hell for them on a daily routine. I donât get why they care at all.â Max countered, he felt somewhat gulty now after recent events but he did have a point. Heâs been awful to David and Gwen since day one, why would they ever favor him of all people? These kids were insane.
âDude are you kidding me?! They adore you!â Nerris oh so helpfully pointed out. âSeriously, itâs giving me complexes.â Nurf added, stabing the table with his knife. Max flinched a bit at that action, which earned him a concerned stare from Neil. He swallowed.
Itâs been getting harder to hide stuff lately and his friends were starting to notice. Even Nikki started to be more mellow around him, probably afraid she would cause a panic attack if she jumped at him without warning again.
âWhy are we even having that conversation?â He asked but said question got ignored. âHonestly, Iâm pretty sure he always was Davidâs favorite.â Harrison pointed out. He sighed, looking somewhat sad, âLucky you.â He mumbled under his breath.
Max thought back to parents day, Harrisonâs parents were there, sure, but they wereâŚâŚ He wondered if his giant slingshot still workedâŚ
Preston gave Harrison a subtle sympathetic pat on the shoulder before turning to Max too. âI think itâs nice! Almost like orphan Annie!â
âSay that again and I will break your hand.â He deadpaned, Preston let out a little squeak, âYou donât need to be such a dick. He was trying to be nice. We all are!â Nerris, ever so protective, told him as she half leaned over Harrison, and in extension Preston, to shield them from his glare. âSpeak for yourself.â Nurf threw in.
Max sighed, âThis is ridiculous. What makes you all think this nonsense?â
âDude, David has a clipboard with âmax positivity = successâ framed in their cabin!â Ered exclaimed. âThey constantly put your well being before ours."Dolph put in his two cents, "They have been making sure you actually eat. Which, by the way, you really should do more.â Nurf said, heâs a strange individual at timesâŚ
âThey have a point.â Neil oh so helpfully added to the conversation, Max glared. âI mean, they do seem to really care about you specifically. Even more so sinceâŚâ He trailed off, leaving the sentence hang in the air.
âSince your parents were no shows!â Nikki ended it, ever so helpful. Neilâs hand made contact with his head.
âHonestly though, they look at you like you are their child or something.â Nerris said and Max had about enough. He slamed his fists on the table, causing the entire room to fall silent.
This was ridiculous. Sure they cared more then his actual parents, but they didnât care *that* much! They didnât view him as their son. They didnât plan to adopt him. Nothing would change after he leaves camp. Nothing would ever change.
âYou all are insane!â He exclaimed as he stormed out of the mess hall, there were tears pricking in his eyes. Stupid campers. Stupid Ered, stupid Nerris stupid Neil, stupid Nikki, stupid everyone!
He heared footsteps following him as he marched out, Neil and Nikki, he knew they would try to comfort him so that wasnât really surprising, but there were also others, which *did* surprise him.
âMax wait!â Preston exclaimed. It made him pause. Max looked behind him to see him, Nerris and Harrison alongside his best friends, what were *they* doing following him?
Preston tugged Nerris forward, who gave him a annoyed glare. âSorry if what I said offended you. I didnât mean to make fun of you.â She said. âYeah dude. We didnât think this would upset you.â Neil threw in.
âWe werenât trying to blame you for anything. I actually am happy for you.â Harrison tried to explain, then he paused. âWell and a bit jealous maybe.â Yup, Max sure as hell would be checking that slingshot contraption before the camp is over so he could make sure this time it will hit the desired target.
âWe just think itâs nice that they care about you that much. You might be an asshole but you still deserve being loved.â
âYeah! Screw your asshole parents!â
âNikki!â
âWhat?! Oh rightâŚsensitive topic.â
Max stared at the children standing infront of him. It was weird, how they seemed to care for him despite everything. Something he really wasnât used to. He felt a smile appear on his face as Neil scolded Nikki while Preston and Nerris where pressed agains Harrison, they have been doing that a lot lately.
Max chuckled, âFucking nerds.â He said, but it was missing itâs usual bit. The others stared at him in a perplexed manner.
âCome on you guys. Whatever this dump has to offer us today, Iâm sure we are better off facing it in numbers.â He announced before walking off.
There was momentary silence before-
âGROUP HUG!â
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David breathed in the fresh forest air, today would be a great day, he knew it. He was starting-
His thoughts got interrupted as a rare sound caught his ear, he looked into the direction of the mess hall and was delighted to see what was going on there.
A group of the campers was piled on top of eachother, with Max on the ground. However, instead of looking annoyed Max seemed cheerful, laughing even.
David felt something in his chest swell. âNow thatâs a rare sight. Our grumpy cat is having fun.â Gwen said as she was leaning against their cabin. âIsnât that wonderful Gwen! Max didnât make one, not threeâŚwait actually he did make threeâŚMax made three new friends today!â David exclaimed, excitement dripping off of him. Gwen smiled at him, âWe will have to make sure they visit him once this whole thing is wrapped up.â
David felt heat gather in his face. Right. They were doing this together. âWe still have a ton of paperwork to file in.â He reminded her.
âYou do that, I will go take a look at our disasters.â
With that Gwen made her way to the campers. David smiled as he watched her help Max get up from the ground, she brushed some of the dirt off of his hoody before ruffling through his hair.
David knew, everything would only get better from here.
This is amazing!!!
Hey guys, hereâs my first and last animatic! It took so long! Very long :D Iâm the slowest drawer in the world type long! my wrist is crying.Â
But anyway, I knew I wanted this out before Camp Camp season 3 came out, so trying to line all of this while studying for finals was not fun. But itâs done, and IâmâŚactually happy with it. Which is really freaking rare. Go me lol?
Please check out Will Stetsonâs channel! His voice is gorgeous and he was kind enough to let me use his cover of the song for this!:Â https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCe82o8G7z0bFXI2U092nteA
Video was based off the Kagerou Project version:Â https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkcNOEL7aTk
Well, enjoy! And welcome back, Camp Camp!
Still missing this blog so much.
((Because the 4th wall break @ask-joeydrewstudios had my muse kick up a storm until this was written.))
It had been a seemingly normal at at Joey Drew Studio when the Ink Machine had malfunctioned. No one knew just how, only that when Joey had went to introduce Pure Ink to wash away the corrupted, it had⌠consumed him. Not physically, but mentally.
By the time Henry was able to drag him back, all he said was that it showed him how things⌠had been supposed to go.
And then he locked himself away.
How was he supposed to explain that in the terrible future, he had caused the deaths of everyone heâs come to care for? That he caused Bendy to become the demon he feared he would always become? That Alice and Susie would become one to spite and torment him? That heâd banish Henry, his apprentice, his⌠his son, just to call him back and almost kill him ten times over?
And that wasnât the worst part.
That twisted, demonic version of him⌠that was supposed to be the correct version of every Joey Drew out there. He was⌠supposed to be this monster; a monster who could care less about those he called family here.
Sniffing angrily, he rubbed his eyes, glaring at the sketches for the next episode. A wave of furious anger went through him, and he cleared his desk, sending papers and books flying. What use was he, if all he was good for was bringing pain and hatred into the world?
There was a knocking on his door, followed by a timid voice. âJoey? Joey, you havenât left your office in 3 hours,â Henry called. He rested his left hand on his face and stared at his desk, tears falling. âJoey?â
Standing, he was going to take a step before he looked down, spotting a frame of the latest cartoon. Picking it up, he couldnât stop a sad smile as he recognized Bendyâs handwriting, the frame showing Alice, Bendy and Boris all together.
We love you Papa Drew!
Iâm just a lonely girl who wants to be able enjoy the cartoons and anime in the world even as she grows older. So let me be me!
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