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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! 😄

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).

Still missing this blog so much.

Battle Scars

((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 he’s 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 he’d banish Henry, his apprentice, his… his son, just to call him back and almost kill him ten times over?

And that wasn’t 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. “Joey? Joey, you haven’t left your office in 3 hours,” Henry called. He rested his left hand on his face and stared at his desk, tears falling. “Joey?”

Standing, he was going to take a step before he looked down, spotting a frame of the latest cartoon. Picking it up, he couldn’t stop a sad smile as he recognized Bendy’s handwriting, the frame showing Alice, Bendy and Boris all together.

We love you Papa Drew!

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

Wrong Reflections

@disneyphantomlover​: ((Random blurb I wanted to do for the anniversary of BATIM’s 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 one’s fault that it started.

Bendy had wandered into Joey’s office one day, originally looking for his Creator for company. But, since Joey wasn’t 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 couldn’t see himself in the mirror. There was a background, which looked incredibly similar to Joey’s office, but…dustier? 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 didn’t 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, he’d found himself back in the office. Not of his volition this time though. He’d tried pulling a prank on Sammy, buuuuut it’d 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 didn’t mean for the whole recording studio to get messed up! Just Sammy’s 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 he’d 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 weren’t very spectacular though. Still dusty…. Still stained. It was almost like Wally hadn’t 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 Joey’s desk. The movement had been enough to make a pencil roll off the table, bouncing off Bendy’s 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 he’d 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 couldn’t 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 Joey’s 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 well….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 was…. Wrong. This was all wrong. It wasn’t Papa Drew’s 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 looked…. But he was grounded. Joey was probably still mad at him -he always said he was “disappointed” but Bendy knew adult humans just said that to save face- and would get upset at him for finding something that wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 he’d decided to hide under the desk right then. He’d 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 he’d dropped the mirror, scurrying back to the opposite end of the desk. Joey SAID that there wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t get very far, his own gloved hand smooshed against the glass. Admittedly, it did settle Bendy’s nerves that whoever that reflection was couldn’t reach through the glass. So, he felt no need to be apprehensive touching the glass back with his own gloved hand. He’d 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 mirror….

((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, isn’t it? c’: and i still love the way you write bendy darn it. danke for the fic, can’t wait for more!! :D))

part one | part two | part three | part four [END]

@crimsiscarlet WELP THAT LATEST CHAPTER WAS WAY TOO AMAZING NOT TO DO ANOTHER FANART DOODLE :D

Your fic is reaaaaally good, keep doing great !

Hell’s Studio AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings​

Another Reality (Part 1)

(Hello, Mun! I’ve 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 I’ll be sending the rest to your other blog, if you’re interested. This is literally the first time I’ve ever submitted something online, so if I did something wrong, I apologize.)

(Where do I begin? Mun, I’d 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 “happily ever after” AU, and continues to be. I haven’t 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. I’d 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 “angsty” later on, but I tried to mix in some humor as well. I’ve never written anything so dramatic before, so we’ll see how it turned out.)

((Note: This fanfiction was written rather hastily, so I’m sorry if the pacing seems too fast. The way I headcanon the AU studio is that it’s 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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“You totally are their favorite.” It was a statement, an observation, not even an accusation and Max was shocked to see that everyone seems to agree with Ered’s ridiculous claim.

“That’s crazy. Why would I of all people be their favorite? I make life living hell for them on a daily routine. I don’t get why they care at all.” Max countered, he felt somewhat gulty now after recent events but he did have a point. He’s been awful to David and Gwen since day one, why would they ever favor him of all people? These kids were insane.

“Dude are you kidding me?! They adore you!” Nerris oh so helpfully pointed out. “Seriously, it’s giving me complexes.” 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.

It’s 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.

“Why are we even having that conversation?” He asked but said question got ignored. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure he always was David’s favorite.” Harrison pointed out. He sighed, looking somewhat sad, “Lucky you.” He mumbled under his breath.

Max thought back to parents day, Harrison’s parents were there, sure, but they were…… He wondered if his giant slingshot still worked…

Preston gave Harrison a subtle sympathetic pat on the shoulder before turning to Max too. “I think it’s nice! Almost like orphan Annie!”

“Say that again and I will break your hand.” He deadpaned, Preston let out a little squeak, “You don’t need to be such a dick. He was trying to be nice. We all are!” Nerris, ever so protective, told him as she half leaned over Harrison, and in extension Preston, to shield them from his glare. “Speak for yourself.” Nurf threw in.

Max sighed, “This is ridiculous. What makes you all think this nonsense?”

“Dude, David has a clipboard with ‘max positivity = success’ framed in their cabin!” Ered exclaimed. “They 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.” Nurf said, he’s a strange individual at times…

“They have a point.” Neil oh so helpfully added to the conversation, Max glared. “I mean, they do seem to really care about you specifically. Even more so since…” He trailed off, leaving the sentence hang in the air.

“Since your parents were no shows!” Nikki ended it, ever so helpful. Neil’s hand made contact with his head.

“Honestly though, they look at you like you are their child or something.” 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 didn’t care *that* much! They didn’t view him as their son. They didn’t plan to adopt him. Nothing would change after he leaves camp. Nothing would ever change.

“You all are insane!” 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 wasn’t really surprising, but there were also others, which *did* surprise him.

“Max wait!” 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. “Sorry if what I said offended you. I didn’t mean to make fun of you.” She said. “Yeah dude. We didn’t think this would upset you.” Neil threw in.

“We weren’t trying to blame you for anything. I actually am happy for you.” Harrison tried to explain, then he paused. “Well and a bit jealous maybe.” 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.

“We just think it’s nice that they care about you that much. You might be an asshole but you still deserve being loved.”

“Yeah! Screw your asshole parents!”

“Nikki!”

“What?! Oh right…sensitive topic.”

Max stared at the children standing infront of him. It was weird, how they seemed to care for him despite everything. Something he really wasn’t 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, “Fucking nerds.” He said, but it was missing it’s usual bit. The others stared at him in a perplexed manner.

“Come on you guys. Whatever this dump has to offer us today, I’m sure we are better off facing it in numbers.” He announced before walking off.

There was momentary silence before-

“GROUP HUG!”

-

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. “Now that’s a rare sight. Our grumpy cat is having fun.” Gwen said as she was leaning against their cabin. “Isn’t that wonderful Gwen! Max didn’t make one, not three…wait actually he did make three…Max made three new friends today!” David exclaimed, excitement dripping off of him. Gwen smiled at him, “We will have to make sure they visit him once this whole thing is wrapped up.”

David felt heat gather in his face. Right. They were doing this together. “We still have a ton of paperwork to file in.” He reminded her.

“You do that, I will go take a look at our disasters.”

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, here’s my first and last animatic! It took so long! Very long :D I’m the slowest drawer in the world type long! my wrist is crying. 

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 it’s done, and I’m…actually happy with it. Which is really freaking rare. Go me lol?

Please check out Will Stetson’s channel! His voice is gorgeous and he was kind enough to let me use his cover of the song for this!: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCe82o8G7z0bFXI2U092nteA

Video was based off the Kagerou Project version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkcNOEL7aTk

Well, enjoy! And welcome back, Camp Camp!

“I am damaged, far too damaged”

I started to listen Heathers musical because of these nice Persona5 animatic videos.

Video one // Video two