Once there was a 31 year old lass called Cwas, who dedicated her life to the art of blogging in search on the fabled creatures known as followers. This is her tale...
here are all the traits of mice {I do rats next time} it how they show affection to each other
Mutual Grooming (Allogrooming): Mice clean each other's faces, ears, and hard-to-reach spots. It is a sign of friendship and respect. A mouse will often turn its head or lie on its back to invite its partner to groom a specific spot
Cuddling and Huddling: Mice love physical contact. They sleep in tight, warm piles—especially mothers and babies—which provides comfort, security, and regulates body temperature
Sharing a Nest: Members of a communal "mischief" sleep together in the same nest. Females in the same group will even nurse and care for each other's young indiscriminately
Ultrasonic Vocalizations: Male mice sing high-frequency "songs" that are entirely inaudible to the human ear to woo females and express affection. They also chirp and chitter in audible squeaks to express curiosity and happiness to their companions
Mice are naturally nocturnal, meaning they spend the daylight hours hiding and sleeping in safe, dark, and warm areas like wall voids, attics, or behind appliances. They use this downtime to conserve energy, groom themselves, care for their young, and occasionally chew on surrounding materials to build nests
Because mice have poor eyesight, they avoid daylight to hide from predators and humans
RODENT FACT TIME! Yippie!
About the sharing a nest thing it explains why Jack keeps adopting kids he finds. He gotta do it if no one else will! They his kids now. And no he won't give them back.
Also now I'm imaging Jack trying to have a nap somewhere only to wake up in a pile of like Steve and Tammy using him as a pillow and refusing to let him get up. Man just has to sigh and accept his fate in the sleepy snuggle pile. So sad, man lost to the eppies.
Crossover request for Ironchef13 on Ao3!
Their idea was a crossover between Bendy and Mouse P.I with Audrey and Bendy finding themselves stuck in an unfinished cartoon series created by Joey Drew Studios sometime before the studio went bankrupt. Alas they have gotten themselves trapped but thankfully they have Jack Pepper on the case to help them get home.
(Also I'm not super familiar with the Bendy series so hopefully it's okay.)
Audrey knew she’d messed up. She really shouldn’t have gone snooping through the old film archives let alone putting any of them near the ink machine. What was she thinking! Well it was too late to dwell on it now as she poked her head around the corner of the alley they’d both ended up in. The streets here were so dark, the whole world trapped in a monotone existence. It was similar to the older Bendy cartoons but given how it seemed to be permanently trapped in a noir 1930s style setting it must have been produced after the original run. Produced but never finished considering the film she had found had been incomplete. Sighing, Audrey slumped against the wall, her new tail coming up to instinctively curl around her. Bendy meanwhile seemed to be having a far better time than she was. Glancing up at the little ink demon, he seemed to be happily cooing over a pair of little frogs he’d found, the amphibians just croaking up at him as they bopped to their own little beat. Well at least this world seemed safe.
But as if on cue the silence of the night was cut short as a shot rang out. The noise startled the woman, her ears perking up at the sound as she felt her heart catch in her throat. Bendy had also heard the sound and on instinct he bolted over to her side, cowering as he buried himself against her pant leg.
“Shh it’s alright, Bendy. Just stay close to me okay.” The little demon nodded as Audrey got to her feet creeping forward as the sound of fighting began to draw louder. Another shot rang out as a mouse suddenly tumbled through a door to their side, spilling out into the street barely a foot in front of them. Audrey couldn’t help the yelp that escaped her, as the mouse shook his head trying to collect himself before his eyes locked onto her.
“Bendy, run!” She barely had a chance to utter the words before the mouse was on her, grabbing her by the hair as he dragged her into a choke hold, holding the gun against her temple as he rounded back onto the door he’d just fallen out of.
“Take one more step gumshoe and I’ll put a bullet through the lady’s head!”
“Let go of me!”
“Quiet toots!”
Audrey continued to struggle against her attacker, struggling to break free. What type of cartoon were they trying to make when they made this one?! It was way too violent, saying that Bendy hadn’t originally been either so maybe it was a case of that or maybe it was made for a more mature audience. Frantically she looked around trying to locate Bendy, thankfully the mouse hadn’t noticed him as he hid behind a barrel trembling. Suddenly there was a sound from the doorway as out of the dark another mouse strolled. This one seemed to dress like a detective straight out of a noir comic, his hat sat low on his head, casting his eyes in shadow as he aimed his gun at the perp who had her, calm and collected as if this was nothing new to him.
“I knew something smelled rotten here and it wasn’t all that blue cheese you got back there. Drop the gun and lady and I’ll go easy on you.”
“Like hell I’m dropping the only bargaining chip I’ve got Pepper! Drop the fun or she gets it!” To emphasize his point, Audrey felt the barrel of the gun shoved against her temple making her wince in pain. The other mouse seemed to go quiet before tutting, slipping his gun back into his coat as he raised his hands.
“Fine, you piece of rotten cheddar. Now let her go and I’ll let you turn tail and run.”
“As if I’m going to let you get out of this one Pepper! I know you’ll just come back after me the first chance you get! I ain’t letting you or her leave here alive, I don’t need any witnesses after all.” That made Audrey freeze up, the mouse called Pepper scowled, staring down the mouse before something caught his attention.
“What on earth-”
Suddenly there was a blur of movement from off to the side as suddenly Bendy launched himself, latching onto the crook's face as he began to try and scratch at him. The little ink demon was angry now that the mouse had dared to threaten Audrey and without thinking twice had thrown himself at him. It was all the distraction Audrey needed as she yanked the gun away from her head, delivering a swift elbow to her attacker's gut, finally giving her a chance to bolt. Stumbling away Audrey just managed to turn back around, watching as the mouse threw Bendy away from him, the little ink demon landing in a heap on the floor, stunned.
“Bendy!” The mouse raised the gun at the cartoon, a look of confusion plastered on his features as he regarded them.
“What the hell are yo-!” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as a swift punch was delivered directly to his snout laying him out in one hit. Crumpling to the ground the mouse lay there, little stars drifting around his head as the detective mouse stood over him, rubbing his fist.
“That’ll teach you to pick on a lady you sorry sack of curd.” Audrey could only sigh, finally letting out the breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. Making her way back over she scooped Bendy off the ground as he just looked up at her, a worried look on his face.
“I’m fine, Bendy, all thanks to you. You were really brave there but don’t put yourself at risk, okay?” The little ink demon just nodded before happily bouncing on his feet knowing she was okay.
“Apologies about that miss. That mouse was a lot slipperier than I thought so he got the drop on me before I could cuff him. You’re not hurt are you and your little… friend?” The mouse had his head cocked slightly as he seemed to be studying Bendy, a similarly confused expression on his face as he regarded them.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Just a little shaken is all but thanks to Bendy I think I would have been in a lot more trouble.”
“Huh, so they little guys called Bendy? Well that was very brave of you kiddo.” Reaching down he ruffled the ink demon’s head. Normally Bendy seemed a lot more nervous around new people, let alone someone who’d they just met during a shoot out but maybe it was the cool aura the detective gave off but the ink demon seemed to be in awe as he happily grinned and accepted the attention.
“Now you two should get home quickly, this isn’t exactly the best neighbourhood to find yourself in after dark.” Easier said than done Audrey thought as she grimaced. They’d been trying to get out for the last few hours but neither of them had had any luck locating the projector out of here, and with them not knowing the layout of this show let alone the rules it was running by they were rather screwed it seemed.
“Yeah, easier said than done. We’re… rather lost I guess you could say. We were tyring to find something we’d… lost and have had no luck as of yet. It seemed we got ourselves quite turned around during our search.” That seemed to catch the mouse’s attention as his ears perked up finally pulling himself free from Bendy who continued to tug on the detective’s coat, wanting more attention and to play. He went silent for a moment, thinking about something before he pulled what seemed to be a pack of cigarettes from his pocket only for Audrey to realise they were actually made of cheese as he slipped one into his mouth. Huh, running with the cheese thing a bit far with this cartoon weren’t they?
“Well if you’re in need of any help I’d be happy to offer my services. Jack Pepper, P.I for hire, and considering you little friend here helped me catch a no good blue cheese peddler I’d be happy to offer my services pro bono.” Bendy beamed up at them both as Jack flashed him a small smile, the little ink demon puffing his chest up in pride. Typically Audrey wouldn’t want to get the characters of the show involved in anything that could lead to them finding out their existence was just a cartoon, ink on paper brought alive by an ink machine of all things. Putting that type of stress on them would be sure to affect the world and do irreversible damage. But at this stage what choice did she or Bendy have. Besides the mouse had already seen Bendy and given how both mice had reacted to him it seemed something like the little ink demon was very out of the ordinary in this world. Plus he seemed to really like the detective given how Bendy was now desperately trying to get Jack’s attention, making grabby hands as he urged him to pick him up. Audrey couldn’t help the little giggle that slipped out as it seemed that the toughed gumshoe had a soft spot for kids as after a moment or trying to resist he just relented, scooping Bendy up into his arms as the ink demon immediately went for his hat slipping it onto his own head.
“I have no idea what you are kiddo but you are even more demanding than Tammy was when she was your age. At least you’re not as talkative as she was. You got a name, little guy?” The ink demon just glanced over at Audrey who just resigned herself. They were going to need help and who better to ask than a P.I.
“Bendy, his name is Bendy. My name’s Audrey, and if you’d be able to help us I’d really appreciate it Jack.” The mouse just nodded as he fished his hat back from Bendy before placing him down.
“Well we can discuss the details of the case back at my office. Follow me, I’ll give you a lift back into town.”
Do you think the mice and rats in Mouse P.I have like traits relating to real rodents.
Like if they get really relaxed and happy do they pancake? I wanna know if Jack pancakes, this is crucial information. Fumi let me know the pancake lore!
A drawing of Steve and Vivian, devastated by Betty's passing.
I drew this for one of the short stories I requested to @aspergerasparagus called "Grief" ! If you want to request something to them, just go ahead !
I drew this for two reasons:
I loved that short story (by the way what Vivian says here was inspired from the fanfic)
This is a rarepair that's growing on me (yes, I love it) !
It took me two hours to finish it, but I'm glad that it turned well !!
So instead of an apartment in the actual game, would Jack in the Zombo Au have an office inside of Steve's mansion?
Like did Steve go out of his way to make the most cliche noir P.I office that could ever exist just to make Jack happy?
Steve did give Jack a little office but seeing as he really doesn't want him taking cases for clients to try and protect him he mostly just have him things to help him try and track down who killed him and look into the BMP. More so to humour him as Steve really doesn't want him to stick his nose into things as that's how he ended up like this to begin with.
Alas Jack is very pushy and hard to control and Steve is a pushover when it comes to Jack. So in the end, at Jack's insistence, he does end up with like a whole noir P.I set up that looks like it was ripped straight out of a movie. Much nicer than the one he had at his old apartment given how Steve isn't exactly above spending an arm and a leg to make him happy.
Yes the funko pops did get rescued and are there too. Steve doesn't like them as he's sure they are mad at him.
Can you please write a fanfic where Vivian comforts a crying Steve when he thinks about Betty ? Like, she sees him crying in his room and... hugs him ? Something like this ? Idk if it makes sense at all since they never interacted...
(yeah Idk how to develop this question and idk where to put my request, my bad...)
Angst, angst angst!
It had been a couple of weeks since Betty had been taken from her. The brightest star in all of Tinseltown, the fieriest mouse Vivian had ever known, and probably the dearest friend she’d ever had and now, now she was just gone. Snatched away from the starlet in her prime. The pain was unbearable yet Vivian kept a stiff upper lip, pushing down her own emotions lest something happen to her too before she could rip whoever took Betty from her apart with her own bare hands. Clenching her fists, the mouse took a moment to compose herself, taking a few deep breaths to try and steady her shaky breathing. Why did it have to happen to her?
Sighing, Vivian headed towards Betty’s old dressing room once more, hoping that this time she might be able to find some sort of clue that could point her in the right direction of who she should direct all her anger towards. As she reached the room she went to open the door but her hand stalled, floating inches from the wood as her ears perked up. It sounded like someone was already in there. A sudden wave of fresh anger swept over her, how dare someone be in there right now! If it was one of the directors she’d give them a right piece of her mind and send them scampering with their tails between their legs! Huffing she pushed open the door but her voice caught in her throat as she recognised who was in the room already. The magician sat by Betty’s vanity, his head buried in his arms as he sobbed, completely unaware of her presence as he wallowed in his own grief.
Betty used to talk about the little magician she’d caught herself all the time they were together. Originally Vivian had thought she was only with him for his money. Someone like Betty could do so much better than being a stage hand for some half baked magician of all things. But as time went on Vivian began to realise that maybe Betty really did see something else in the mouse. She would gush over him every chance she got, going on and on about all the things he’d done, what they had planned for their next show, all the little stupid things he’d do that only someone complete head over heels would even notice. She was completely smitten and with how Vivian had seen them interact the few times she’d actually seen them together it was fair to say he felt the same way. He looked at her like the brightest star in the night sky, damn he looked at her like she was the sun with how much love and devotion he showered her with each and every moment he saw her. Not really the man Vivian would pursue but it was still good to have seen Betty so happy.
Snapping back from her own thoughts she looked down at the sobbing mouse once more, a knot forming in her chest. Slowly she made her way into the small room, shutting the door behind her which finally caught his attention.
“I-I’m sorry, b-but could you p-please leave me a-alone. I… I just want to be a-alone with w-what’s left o-of her…” His voice was barely above a whisper, never turning to look at her as he just curled more into himself. Hesitating, Vivian took a moment to consider before she made her way over. Silently she wrapped her arms around the other mouse’s shoulders, bringing him into a hug as she just lay her head against the back of his. The mouse tensed up at the sudden contact but after a moment Vivian heard him sniffle before he reached out a shaking hand to tightly grip onto hers like she would be ripped away from him like his love was. Vivian was never the best at comforting anyone, it wasn’t in her character to really think of others, bar those she actually cared about. That was just the nature of working in an industry as cut throat as film, this business didn’t favour the kind hearted. But at this moment, she was probably with the only other person in the world who could understand her grief to the degree it deserved. Pulling in the other mouse closer, she felt herself beginning to well up as she tried to fight back her own tears.
“I miss her too. Every damn day. I know what you’re going through, Steve. I… I am so sorry for your loss. Both our losses.”
Steve just whimpered before a fresh wave of tears overcame him as they both just clung to one another, lost in their combined grief and planning on how they were going to correct the injustice that had been done to the one they both loved so much.
What would make Steve and/or Jack cry and what would Stteve love and hate ?
Going to be real I think Steve is the more emotional of the two so there's a lot more things that would make him cry more than Jack. Plus it Jack would think it would ruin his hardball gumshoe persona if he cried
Steve:
Would cry over ads of sad animals. Those hang in there baby cat posters, make him tear up.
Sad romance movies, a real good tear jerker and he's crying. Was it a happy ending? Yeah he's crying at that too
Obviously he cries over the loss of anyone important to him. He isn't one to get over his grief very easily as we can see from the whole robo-Betty
Cries sometimes when he gets too overwhelmed by it with good or bad emotions.
Jack:
Very rarely cries but when he does its usually over people he loves being hurt or worse
Sometimes gets emotional over memories from the war but tries to keep that inside. Just bury those down with some fondue and talking with John
Used to be a lot more open with his emotions before the war but the war toughened him up so to speak but he's working on it.
He would never admit it but he does tear up at a good movie or book.
Oh also cries over Tammy/Millie achieving like anything but gets called a daft sod by her for it.
Oh and for what Steve loves and hates:
Loves: Betty, Jack and Corny, Magic, Money, Books, Fondue, The Unknown
Hates: BMP, Ze Scientists, Cultists, War, Miles and Milford in particular, Losing the ones he loves
Just for fun, I decided to redraw my first ever sketch of Jack! Now that I've drawn him a million times since then. Tried to take about the same amount of time (which is why I left some imperfections and why the background still makes no sense! Hooray!)
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