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ok

2017-09-12 21:41:24 by EdgePretzel

making a webcomic is a lot harder than I though it would be


huh

2017-09-07 14:12:42 by EdgePretzel

this place is a lot more lonely than DA.


just a stupid headcanon

2017-09-03 19:58:10 by EdgePretzel

I feel like Zacharie has some cheap little room in one of his shops. and all that's in there is a couch, some extra furniture, a keyboard for some reason, and a pin-up board that just has a bunch of pictures of Sucre that says 'Do it for her'

 


HHH

2017-08-27 15:46:50 by EdgePretzel

WHY AM I DRAWING ZACH IN THIGH-HIGHS

 

 

FOR WHAT PURPOSE DO I EXIST

 

 


#Jonprotectionsquad

2017-08-26 20:49:59 by EdgePretzel

but seriously Jon just got back after 8 months, why can't people leave him alone??


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2017-08-23 07:32:04 by EdgePretzel

I just realized that UNKNOWN has all my favorite characters in it and I caN'T PLAY IT-




You then saw Bendy, he was just staring into a room, looking at Boris' corpse. Your eyes widened in shock, then looked back to small demon. "B-Bendy..? What happened to Boris...?" you asked, walking next to him. He didn't say a word, you then noticed the inky tears in his eyes.

You kneeled down to Bendy's level, turning him towards you. "H-hey.. Don't cry, Bendy..." you said softly, though you wanted to cry yourself from the sight. Bendy blinked, a few black tears rolling down his face. "B-... B-Boris....." he mumbled, more tears filling his eyes, his body starting to melt. You pulled him into a tight hug, not knowing what else to do. Bendy didn't seem to mind, as he grabbed onto your shoulders, and broke down into a sob. Ink stained your clothes, but you didn't care. You hugged him tighter, rubbing his back.

After a couple minutes, he had finally reformed, and had stopped crying. He sniffed as he pulled away from you, rubbing his eyes. "S-Sorry... I just... I m-miss him..." he murmured, turning away from the room. "It's fine, but.. What happened?" you asked softly, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "... M-months ago.. I was going to do a show, but.. Boris wasn't there... so I tried to find him, but... He was in that room, o-on that table... And J-Joey.... He l-lied to me.... He said he'd be okay...." he mumbled angrily, clenching his fists. "Your creator did this..?" "He said... Joey said he was sick..." You stared at Bendy, then at Boris. ".... D-Do you think... Maybe we could.. Fix him?" you asked, standing up. "What..?" Bendy looked up at you, a confused look on his face. "If we could find a way to fix him, you could be happy with him again, and you could do shows together, too!" your eyes lit up at the thought of seeing Bendy's show again. "... But how would we?" "...." You didn't know exactly how, but you sure you were gonna do it.

You searched around the entire building until you came upon a book. "The Ilusion of Living;" you read, "By Joey Drew." 'This has to be what I'm looking for.' you thought, starting to flip through the pages. You stopped on a page that had a few words that caught your eye; 'Ink Hearts' "Perfect." you stated as you read through the page. You ran to Boris' room as you read what you needed.'A drawing of the character.. Ink from another toon... A large ink supply.... Human blood.' you shivered as you realized what you had to do. You ran into each room, getting the items for the ink machine and placing them on the pedistals. You activatied the ink flow, then ran to Boris' room. You saw Bendy standing near the pipes, and he gave you a thumbs-up. "Are you sure you're okay with doing this? You're gonna have to make the ink heart, Since I have no idea how to." Bendy nodded, handing you a small bag. "What's this?" you asked. "Needles and thread. You'll have to sew up Boris once I make the ink heart." Bendy explained, which made you kind of queasy, but you nodded and started to go to the ink machine, Bendy following behind closely. "Okay, Bendy. You know how to make an ink heart with the machine, right?" you asked, worry leaking into your voice. "I told you, it's fine. Now, you have to make a picture of Boris for it. You can draw, right?" he asked, picking up a pen and paper. You nodded, going to a table and sitting down. You slowly traced out an outline for Boris, just doing a neutral pose, then started to draw detail. Once you had finished, you smiled at your cute little drawing. You noticed that Bendy was tapping his foot impatiently at you, waiting for the drawing. You handed him the drawing, then opened the bag of needles. "Let me do my part first," you stated, then picked out the biggest needle in the bag. Before the tiny demon next to you could protest, you pricked the needle deep into your ring finger, wincing, then put the needle away as blood started to leak from your finger in a quick flow. You placed your finger on the paper, then handed Bendy the needle. He took off a glove and copied the process. "You know what to do now." you stated, walking off to Boris' room, waiting for Bendy.

A couple minutes later, Bendy ran in, an inky, heart-shaped blob in his hands. He jumped onto the table, placing the heart in Boris' chest. "Now, quickly!" you jumped to your feet, picking up the needle you had threaded before hand, and starting to  sew up Boris' chest. Bendy turned on a valve, which made ink start to flood into the wolf's empty corpse. You finished sewing him up, then grabbed a screwdriver, prying open the locks that held down Boris. Bendy turned off the valve after a minute, and you picked up and held him to your chest, though you didn't really realize it. You both patiently waited, staring at the wolf.

Then, Boris' eyes opened.
 




"Alright, I wanna know why you're here. And don't leave anything out, if you can help it. Tell me your whole life story if ya have to." at that you chuckled quietly to yourself, but then started to explain.


"Well, uhm.. Where do I start.... Oh, I know. This all kinda started when I first started watching your show." You stated, smiling a bit at the memory, Bendy showed a bit of a smile as well. "Go on~" he urged politely. "I started to watch your show when I was really little, which made me really happy, cause, well, I didn't have much when I was growing up." You explained, yours and Bendy's smiles fading. "... My dad drunk a lot.. So he struggled with keeping a job, but he managed to keep one, surprisingly. I really depended on my mom for a lot of things until I got old enough to do things on my own. Usually she'd come home from work late at night.. Which left a lot of time for my dad to waste what money we had on alcohol." you spoke, your voice starting to get quiet, you looked at your feet as you continued. "All he would do for years was drink. But.. But it got worse when I turned 15. Him and my mom got into an argument and.. He hit her. He hit both of us, and from then on, he hasn't stopped. But my mom died a couple years ago, she, uhm.. she got throat cancer. So.. Uh... That's why I'm here I guess... I ran away, if you couldn't tell... And my dad disappeared recently, too...." you mumbled, starting to tear up, rubbing your eyes. "Oh... I'm so sorry.... I know what it feels like to lose someone you care a lot about..." Bendy stated, placing a hand on your back gently. You wiped your eyes, forcing a smile. "That's alright.. You gave me some happy memories." You said, smiling at Bendy. "Well.. I guess you can stay here. But there's not much you can really use for a bed." Bendy said, looking around. "That's okay, I can sleep anywhere." you stated, yawning. You didn't really realize how tired you were until you checked your phone for the time. '1:32 AM' you read silently, sighing and yawning again. "... Hold on, I think we have some blankets and sheets in the closet." Bendy inquired, running off, then returning with a few blankets and sheets. "We used to use these for recording when we didn't really have a budget." he explained, starting to set up a bed for you on one of the tables. You helped set it up, laying down once both had finished. "Goodnight, doll." Bendy spoke, you blushed slightly at the nickname. "G'night, Bendy." you said, watching him disappear around the corner, soon after, the lights turned off. You took out your phone, pocket knife, and coin purse. You then took out the Bendy plush, cuddling it for a tiny bit of comfort. 'Bendy's pretty sweet for being trapped here.. But he mentioned something about him losing someone... Who did he lose?' you thought, but before you could even try to answer your own question, sleep engulfed you.

In the morning, you woke up to Bendy's face, kind of close to yours. He was asleep next to you, curled up in the blankets. Your face turned a lovely shade of bright red. You had to admit though, he was quite cute when he was sleeping. You carefully sat up, careful not to wake him. You looked at your phone, reading the time: '12:16' 'Good Lord, I slept late.... And I'm starving. Wonderful.' You though in annoyance. Carefully getting out of bed, you snuck away to find some food. You found a can on one of the shelves, you picked it up and examined it. "Bacon soup, huh?... How old is this thing?" You asked yourself, wiping a thick layer of dust off the can with your index finger, turning it over in your hand to look at the back. The experation date read '6/5/1998' "Uh... I think I'll pass." you put the can back down, going back to get your stuff. Bendy was still asleep, he must have been exhausted from.. something. You picked up your things, going over to one of desks, picking up a pen and started to write a note. 'Went to go get some food, be back soon. - (Y/n)' Once you had finished the note, you picked it up and placed it near the sleeping demon. You picked up your things, putting them in their correct places. You glanced at the plush, but instead of taking it with you, you merely made your bed and placed the plush on the make-shift pillow (that was really just a balled-up sheet), and walked out of the old studio.

Bendy's POV

After what I assumed was a few hours, my eyes finally opened, wincing slightly at the light. I sat up, looking around the room, then noticed a piece of paper next to me. I skimmed over the words, pretty much just catching the words 'Be back soon. - (Y/n)' was enough for me to understand. I rubbed my eyes as I uncurled from the blankets, swinging my legs over the side of the table and sliding off. I strolled around the studio, as I usually did every day. I never realized how boring it actually is without someone here. I turned the corner, glancing into the room I couldn't go in for months; Boris' room. I trembled slightly as I looked at Boris' torn-open corpse, the horrific memories flooding my mind from so many months ago.

~~~11 months ago~~~

"Boooriiiss~!" I called, running down the halls. "Where are you? The show's about to start!" I stated, my tail swishing as I ran. "Bo-.." I started to call, but was darkly welcomed into a ink-stained room, Boris laying on an examination table, his chest wide open. "... -ris?" I stammered, my eyes widening. But I tried to take action, I tried to pry open the locks that held him down, Ink staining my gloves as I tried to free him. I heard footsteps approach from behind, I tensed immediately as I heard the familiar voice. "Bendy? What are you doing in here? You should be at your show." I turned to see Joey behind me, he glared at me. "J-.. Joey... W-W-what did you do to him?!" I screamed at him, trembling. "He's just a little.. sick. He'll be just fine, Bendy. Go do your show now." He stepped towards us, I got off the table and backed up, hitting the wall gently. "Bendy, don't be like that. I wouldn't hurt the star of the show, would I?" Joey asked, smiling at me. "N-... N-no... I g-guess not... B-But Boris-" I got cut off as he lifted me up, "He will be fine." He stated, putting me in the hall, slamming the doors, I thought of opening them, but I heard a 'click' right after they closed.

~~~Now (Normal POV)~~~

You walked in after getting your breakfast, carrying a bag with some food for later in the day, you set the bag on a chair nearby your current bed. You glanced at the empty bed, putting two and two together, you then called. "Bendy? You here? I'm back from the store, I got you some stuff too." You stated loudly, looking around the building. You then saw Bendy, he was just staring into a room, looking at Boris' corpse. Your eyes widened in shock, then looked back to small demon. "B-Bendy..? What happened to Boris...?" you asked, walking next to him. He didn't say a word, you then noticed the inky tears in his eyes.
 




You walked into the old building, looking cautiously around before you made a single noise. "Hello?" you called into the dim halls, but recieved no reply. You started to walk forward, taking a few steps down the hall before jumping at the rotting piece of wood that fell from the ceiling. You brushed away some of your (h/c) hair from you eyes, mumbling under your breath. 'I guess this place will be okay... At least for awhile....' you pondered as you looked at some of the drawings on the table. "'Bendy the Dancing Demon'.. 'Bendy in: Little Devil Darlin'.." you read outloud, smiling slightly at the cute sketches. You remebered watching Bendy's cartoon as a small child, and you remebered the silly little crush you had on him. You would draw him all the time, when you had the chance, that is. But, one day, his show got cancelled, which had made you quite upset. But your mother had made you a Bendy plushie, to make you happy again. You smiled at the thought, as you glanced at the cardboard cut-outs. You stopped at one of the desks, picking up a small Bendy plush that was sitting in the chair. 'No one would notice...' you thought,  putting it into your Jacket's pocket, but not before placing a quick kiss on the plush's cheek. Then you continued.
Bendy's POV
'Who is she? Why did she just come in?' I turned into ink, following the girl throughout the dark building I called a home. I watched her every move with caution, being careful so that she didn't see me. I saw her pick up a plush of mine, and kiss it. I felt my face heat up, I just jumped into a cardboard cut-out to watch her. I peeked around the corner, then jumped back as she saw me. She let out a 'squeak' sound when she saw me, then just seemed to calm back down. She then smiled at me, patting my head. My face flushed again, 'Curse this new attention. I'm not used to this.' "Who put you here, buddy?" she asked, though I don't think she expected an answer. "Myself." I spoke out of careless-ness, then realized my mistake.
normal POV
"Myself." You heard the cut-out respond, which made you shriek, your plush falling out of your pocket when you jumped back. "W-Who said that?! C-Come out and show yourself!" you called, pulling a Swiss army knife off your belt and taking out the blade. And to your disbelief, something began to emerge from the cut-out. Once the inky creature had fully come out of the cut-out, he kicked it back casually. "B-.. Bendy..?" you asked fearfully, your (e/c) eyes locking with his black ones, "Well, at least you're not dumb." he stated, looking you up and down. "I'm Bendy the dancing demon, and you are..?" "(Y-Y/n)." you stutter, putting away the blade of your knife and sliding it back onto your belt. "Where am I?" you ask, but he only picked up the plush and handed it to you. "You dropped this. And your in my old art studio. My home." he answered, but before you could say anything, he spoke again; "It's quite rude of you to just walk into someone's home, uninvited, like that." he retorted. You took the plush and held it to your chest, sighing. "I'm sorry about that. I just thought this place was abandoned." you stated, Bendy cocked his head. "Why are you here, anyway?" he asked "... It's a bit of a long story." you said, hesitating a bit. "Trust me, I've got time. C'mon, let's sit down." He motioned to a table in a nearby room, walking with you to it. He pulled out your chair for you, then sat down. 'At least he has manners.' You thought, sitting down. "Alright, I wanna know why you're here. And don't leave anything out, if you can help it. Tell me your whole life story if ya have to." at that you chuckled quietly to yourself, but then started to explain.
 




Your name is (Y/n) Lawrence. You're 19 years of age and you're a run-away.
You were trying to find a place for shelter before nightfall, when you suddenly found an old art studio, with an old, ravished title board that hung above the door. It read 'Sillyvision Animation Studios.'

Because the sun was setting, you cautiously walked in, only expected to stay there for the night. But little did you know, there is so, so much more in store for you.