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after like two months of (initial) writing and drawing i finally finished the fic!! everyone clap for me profusely (if you want i Guess)

standing at now 38 pages on docs (including images) with a grand total of 13,449 words, i present the first chapter of the longest piece of media i've ever written for anything ever (the neuro is diverging)

Coffee Breath (1419 words) by r0zzk1ll Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Bendy and the Ink Machine Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sammy Lawrence/Norman Polk, Sammy Lawrence & Norman Polk Characters: Sammy Lawrence, Norman Polk, Wally Franks, Thomas Connor (Bendy and the Ink Machine), Jack Fain, Lacie Benton (mentioned), Susie Campbell (mentioned), Allison Pendle (mentioned) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Slow Burn, Sammy Lawrence is trans, and heavily autistic, Non-Canon Appearances, First Kiss, Period-Typical Homophobia, Coffee Shop, Denial of Feelings, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Tension, Eventual Happy Ending, Headcannoned backstories, Middle aged men acting like high school girls with crushes (Joke), Norman Polk Has ADHD

Summary: Sammy's working late tonight and thinks he's alone, but unbeknownst to him, he's met with a very familiar face when the power goes out. Follow Sammy Lawrence and Norman Polk on an adventure into Joey Drew Studios as they traverse the miserable powerless studio together by pure coincidence, and find out aspects about each other they hadn't known before. Additionally, they learn things about themselves that hadn't been clearer to either party, changing everything for their relationship in the near distant future.

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i will be updating the fic as i go on, adding more chapters and tweaking things so Stay tuned!!! #booyah

Hmm, as an animal lover I feel obligated to ask 😺 for Hudson (or anyone else in your au) :3

Hudson had a tux cat growing up that he absolutely adored as a kid! The cat's name was Sargent. The cat was named after Hudson's grandfather who was a Sargent in the Canadian air force in WW1.

He was never a fan of dogs as he would always get knocked down by them (due to his small size). This later on made him uneasy about dogs in his adult life.

Even distrusts Boris a little because of that.

How Could You?

“Mister Lawrence?”

I turned around, only to be met with my apprentice. He shuffled awkwardly, half of him hiding beneath the door. I then stared hard at my desk, letting out a sigh. Without meaning to, I dropped my book, music sheets spilling onto the floor. The yellowing papers swept up dust on the floorboards, I only narrowed my eyes at this. “What do you want, Johnny?” I muttered, kicking off my chair to retrieve the papers. I heard him slowly cracking my office door wide open and taking a few steps in.  Bending down, my hands furiously grabbed the scattered papers. I didn’t look at him. “Sorry to interrupt, but the band is waiting for you.” He said meekly. His British accent caught me off guard. I stood up, carelessly plopping the bundle of papers on my desk. I turned to him, an eyebrow raised. Today, he was dressed in a pale blue vest, buttoned up white collar shirt and brown slacks. I groaned, “Can’t they just warm up right now?” He hesitated, before he spoke, “They’ve been doing that, but..they’re getting impatient.” He nervously blew his light chestnut hair out of his face. I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to yell. “Then tell them to wait.” I growled. Johnny frowned, avoiding eye contact with me. In a small voice he responded, “You said that…two hours ago.” Silence. 

I stormed through the vacant hallways, not even waiting for Johnny. Posters were plastered every four feet it seemed. With their cartoonish style, they all stared at me and smiled. This only fed my annoyance. The lights above me flickered and buzzed, making my shadow grow long behind me.

 God, my head hurts. Even though my feet were slamming down on the creaky wooden boards, I could hear Johnny jogging after me. “Mister Lawrence, wait up! I’m sure we could make a compromise with the band, maybe even-” “ENOUGH.” I barked at him. Irritation makes a nest inside my brain. Though, deep down, I do feel a little guilty. Trying to simmer down, I cleared my throat. “Johnny, is your brother already in his booth?” I asked, making a sharp left turn.  He hurried after, finally keeping up with my pace. “Last time I checked, yeah. Though, he was pretty mad that you didn’t show up.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Honestly, it felt like without me, the whole god damn music department would explode. “Tch-well, he better be there.” I huffed. 

Before Johnny could answer, I halted only to be met with a chattering river of musicians flooding out of the music department. Baffled, I yelled at one of the passing tuba players, Rick. “Mister Hoffleman! Where the hell are you-” With dark glaring green eyes, the middle aged man snapped at me, “Shut yer yap, Lawrence! It’s been two months of the same shit ya make us go through. Well, we’re tired of it.” He growled at me, his southern accent lacing his words. I recoiled back, almost stumbling into Johnny! If Johnny apologized, I couldn’t hear it. Not when my blood was roaring in my ears. I watched Rick stomp away, his brown suit jacket hanging from his shoulder.  I didn’t even notice that my jaw was hanging wide open, until Johnny quietly mentioned it to me.  I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t command them to stay. I just stood there, and while I did, lots of folks hissed complaints and glares at me when they passed by. Is this what it feels like? To be powerless? I don’t know why I’m so surprised. I’ve felt this before. When he left.

Turns out, Norman was still in his booth, packing up his projector. Even though the booth was mostly consumed by lingering shadows, we could hear him shuffling around.  I stared up at him, only for him to swing around and glare from above.  “Oh great, the all mighty composer finally arrived.” He said flatly, his dark grey eyes narrowing. With a grunt, he placed the metal projector on a rusted steel cart. “Polk, what happened?” I yelled, still looking up at the booth.  The shadows answered with another grunt, “Whaddya mean what happened, Lawrence? They’re fed up.” A pause. When I didn’t answer, he continued, “Look, I dunno what you’ve been doin these past months, but Jesus, can’t ya just compose the band ON TIME??  Some days, the doors are locked and no one can get in. Why? ‘Cause ya keep forgettin to unlock ‘em. Meaning WE can’t do what we need to do.” I felt my stomach tightened while my fists were clenched. “Can’t you just get Franks to unlock the damn door?” I retorted hotly. “Kid keeps forgettin his keys.” He replied with a monotone voice. I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling my nerves being shot left and right. Norman said nothing else and with that I turned around. I  watched Johnny struggling to gather all the music stands. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to him and helped him put them away in the storage room.  I didn’t say anything. Despite how clumsy or frantic this kid is, I didn’t hate him. He’s a good apprentice.

 Well, decent anyway. 

After stacking up the chairs and cautiously putting instruments in their cases, we were done. During that whole time, I didn’t mutter a word. I was too absorbed in my thoughts.  Was working with Mister Drew on his project really making me digress  from what needs to be done? Surely, I could balance them both. Right? No. I couldn’t and today proved that. Bitter disappointment felt like a knife in my gut, wedging itself further and further in.  I felt something sting my eyes, rubbing them. Jesus, was I so powerless that I was having a stupid CRYING FIT?! I muttered something to myself, when suddenly, I felt a gentle hand clamped on my shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, Mister Lawrence! It’s..it’s been a tough day, but..there’s always tomorrow!” Johnny exclaimed, his eyes brightening.  I stared at him for a moment, actually looking at him. His face looked similar to Normans, same nose, and structure.  Light chestnut hair with streaks of dark brown while his eyes..well. One was dark grey, like Norman, but his other eye was a dark auburn.  Wasn’t that called.. Heterochromia? I think that's what it's called.

Anyhow, he just smiled at me sympathetically.  Without thinking, I smiled back at him.  “I..suppose you’re right.” I said, nodding curtly. He slipped his hand off my shoulder and walked over to the piano. “So, about that music sheet you sent me home with yesterday, I practiced it and I think I got it?” He smiled, sitting down on the chair and straightening his composure.  I was stunned. He practiced it? Hell, I didn’t even tell him to do that. Though, of course, I was skeptical.  I pulled up a stool and gestured for him to start. He cracked his fingers, staring down at the keys and gave it his all. There were a few slip ups, but I was impressed at how beautiful the melody was. And how Johnny was so focused on the piece. When he was done, he paused, before hesitantly turning his head to look at me.  I stood up from my wooden stool and placed my hand on his shoulder. “Good work.” I praised, smiling at him slightly. 

I swear his eyes lit like bright stars. I was proud of him. Even though I failed the band, I didn’t fail him.  Until…I did. 

It’s been a few months since that moment. 

I looked at my shaking right hand, a smoking pistol was tightly in my grasp. 

Oh Johnny. I’m so sorry.

I’m 

      So

               Sorry

OH GOD MY BAD MY BAD I meant Now What Au No I Meant....AHHAHAHHhHSVSHVSHVS

Really love the What Now Au! Keep up the good work! ^ ^

Love that my audience is divided into two groups

“I love Now What” and “I love What Now”

And I love all of you, thank you very much X)

Amazing doodle and Hudson looking dead inside is now cannon <3

Ce genuinely just reminded me that I have this by posting art of Hudson, omg I’ve been gatekeeping it, I apologize—

@unnoticedunawarestillhere’s Hudson lmao <3

If Ray and Hudson had escaped the studio and gotten married!

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Totally not asking for any specific reason but uhh if Hudson was a fantasy creature what kind do you think he’d be?

He would either be a Wraiths or maybe a siren??

I don't really know lol

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