#fuck it the music department adopted Wally and that’s FACTS
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Pov : Your annoying boss asks you and your colleagues to promote the studio you work at, which you hate more than anything in the world and which has prevented you from touching grass for 3 weeks, at a fancy event
Also, diversity wins ! The murderous, neurodivergent composer you’re in love with since 2017 says ‘Trans rights’ !
#Norman’s smiling in the first pic#he is#he’s trying his best#music department#and wally#fuck it the music department adopted Wally and that’s FACTS#Also ! Trans rights !#god bless Landon#batdr#batim#bendy and the dark revival#bendy and the ink machine#norman polk#wally franks#wally covering the bendy cutout because he’s so stupid I love him#bendy the devil#susie campbell#jack fain#sammy lawrence#trans rights#also mentioned#joey drew
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Daddy Dearest
Spawned by some playful chatting and joking, Mango then wrote some amazing stuff~
Have some cute babies everybody!
“Shit!”
The swear is sharp and short with pained surprise. Henry, whose finger had slipped swapping a fountain pen nib, sticks his bleeding finger into his mouth on reflex to curb the pain. The irony taste makes his face screw up in disgust as he removes the digit to inspect the wound.
The nib cut him surprisingly deep, and it was already ready to spill over again. A single red globule trails down his hand like some sort of morbid ruby ribbon. Off to the infirmary he goes, he guesses.
Nobody even bats an eye as he climbs down the stairs to the music department. He was only the latest in a long line of minor bloodletting injuries people have been getting throughout the studio. A scrape here, a cut there. Seemed to happen almost every other day.
He makes it down to the infirmary quickly, having had many a caffeine crash there (which is probably the reason it exists at all, to be honest) in the past. “ ‘Scuse me, do we have any bandages?” the blond man asks.
“Sorry, we’re fresh out!”
With a quiet “Okay,” Henry leaves the infirmary, trying futility to clean off the blood. His hand is covered in the stuff now. A trail is left behind him as it drips onto the floor. He tries to stop it up with his shirt, and that seems to work, so he leaves it.
Wally lets him borrow a clean rag to wrap his finger with, and he feels bad for staining it.
It all seems fine for several hours until the rag starts soaking through with blood. This can’t be a healthy amount of blood, least of all from a little cut like the one he got. Why doesn't he feel woozy or dizzy? Should he? He hurries his way up to Joey’s office in a frenzy, half panicked.
He bursts into the room unannounced, making Joey jump in surprise from where he sits on the floor. There’s a large circle on the floor surrounded by candles. Henry stares at Joey, who seems to be trying to be innocent. “Joey, i think something's wrong with my hand. I’ve been bleeding literally all day.”
Henry walks over to Joey and kneels down, blood covered hand to the circle. “I think-"
Below the two of them, the circle glows white for a moment and Joey scowls at Henry. “Get out, you ruined the ritual!” the older man practically whined, pushing Henry out like a teen seeking to be alone.
“But my hand--"
“Will be fine, now GO!”
Henry is forced out of the room and the door slammed shut behind him.
One look at his hand, and he notices something odd. He doesn't seem to be bleeding anymore, oddly enough. In fact, cleaning off his finger reveals that the wound itself was gone completely.
“What the hell?...”
Henry stands there for a few moments, stunned, covered in his own blood with no injury to speak of that could have left behind this much. He knows he was bleeding a good amount for at least hours. Why isn’t he experiencing the symptoms of blood loss?
He rubs his clean hand on his face with a groan. He was so behind on work today. He may have to pull an all nighter to get those keyframes finished.
Three days later, rumors abound that Joey Drew had brought his children to work that day. The problem with that is that everyone knows Joey is a single man in his 40s, so unless he’s adopted some, he can’t have children.
Henry yawns, feeling the beginning of a crash starting to nag at him. Nonetheless, he keeps drawing dutifully up until the sound of light, unsure footsteps waddle up to him.
“Daddy?”
Startled, Henry whirls to see what looks like a small child version of Bendy in a too-big bowtie looking up at him curiously with huge (adorable) eyes.
Henry’s exhaustion is quickly replaced with adrenaline fuelled fear. “HwhAT THE FUCK!” he wheezes, falling out of his chair onto the floor. The tiny child Bendy seems to jump at the fall and toddles over to Henry, looking concerned. “You okay?” the toon asks, softly patting Henry’s face.
Despite himself, his heart melts. “Yeah, I’m okay, just… surprised.” he tells the boy softly. Henry sits up, careful not to bowl over the toddler demon. “Now, how did you get here, kiddo?”
“Missah Joe bringed us here! He hadda BIIIG corcle ‘n it sum-sum- bringed us to him.” Bendy explains, a little too excited over demonic sacrifice. “That so?” Henry asks thoughtfully, masking his anger for the sake of Bendy.
“JOSEPH FRANKLIN DREW!!!”
With one kick, the door to the CEO’s office bursts open, almost off of its hinges, and an enraged Henry cradling a small Bendy in one arm stands behind it. His foot is raised in the air, making it clear he was the one responsible.
Joey, comically enough, looks up at Henry with a raised eyebrow as he reads from a newspaper, almost as if expecting something like this. On his desk sits two more toddler-sized toons too small for their clothes, Alice and Boris, interrupted while playing pattycake and staring at the angry human man.
“Yes, Henry?” Joey asks too nonchalantly, as if Henry wouldn't notice cartoon children in plain sight. Henry looks far from amused.
“Mind explaining this?” the animator asks, gesturing towards the children. Joey steeples his fingers in front of his pursed lips.
“What does this look like, Henry?” he asks rhetorically.
“You tell me so I don’t make any damaging assumptions.” Henry says carefully.
Joey’s mouth quirks up as he stands, hands sweeping to the sides. “I brought our characters to life, of course. While they’re… younger than anticipated, it was still a success!”
The animator’s gaze bounces between the children watching him almost expectantly and Joey, who looks all too proud with himself.
“Is that what the circle from the other day was for?”
Joey’s expression freezes as if in realization. “Ah, that would explain it…” the businessman mutters.
With Joey’s inattentiveness, Alice and Boris quickly climb off the desk to latch onto Henry’s legs, faces lighting up with excitement.
“Daddy, you’re here!” Alice bubbles while Boris takes to nuzzling Henry.
Henry can only give Joey a perplexed look, the only thought coming to mind being I’m not ready to be a father.
#Batim#batim au#bendy and the ink machine#bendy and the ink machine au#daddy dearest#mod mango#mook made stories
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