I'll be your nightmare mirror!

"Banging on a kettledrum won't make you notice me though you're bored beyond belief!" Roleplay blog for Bendy from Bendy and the Ink Machine. Headcanon-based, affiliated with Stella City. (Sidebar/icons: doodledrawsthings)

[bendydemon-blog]

aureolink:

          Hey, you want her to stop acting like you’re not important? Then stop acting like she isn’t first. The two toons both know they crave attention and spotlight, and it won’t do either of them good to keep tearing each other down, as appealing as it sounds.

          “You should’ve just left while I was on stage. With all the lights on me, I couldn’t care less about who comes and goes, let alone a little inky mess like you.” Oof, that was a little harsh, don’t you think? Talk about refraining from tearing the other down. It’s only been a couple of minutes and she’s already going to town on him. “Knowing you, I don’t see how you could unwind just listening to me the whole night.”

          But that wasn’t important anymore. She caught him here and the two of them were trapped in conversation whether they liked it or not. Of course, she could always leave if she liked, but it’s her first night in the city and a very tiny part of her doesn’t want to stop talking to the only real… acquaintance she’s ever had.

          The angel idly brings up the glass to her lips to drink again, allowing herself to get used to the flavor and burn. If anything, it’ll help her tolerate this conversation a little more. 

         “Well, you’re here now, and I don’t see you getting up to leave.” She says, taking the open seat next to Bendy and props up her chin in her other palm. “So what’ve you been doing here, then. Acting? Singing? Being a nuisance? I’m dying to know.”

      What, you think Bendy is going to lie to poor Alice Angel and tell her she’s still relevant? That’s hilarious! Maybe he needs to hang up his job as a comedian, that’s the best joke he’s ever heard! God, saying that out loud might hurt the poor thing. Everyone knows Bendy’s skin isn’t as thick as Alice’s, but he enjoys entertaining the thought of being better than her.

      “I should’ve left. Classic Alice, wantin’ the attention to herself.” Annnd he couldn’t hold back anyway. Great job, Bendy, you’re still a real natural at keeping your mouth shut! “I was too busy listenin’ to the bartender t’even realize you were still croonin’ over there. Have yer vocal chords been successfully cut yet, or is it just yer wings that’re gone?”

      Low blow, Bendy. Not like he’s above anything at this point. Sure, they’re acquaintances. ‘Former coworkers’ probably works better in this context, though. God, he wishes he could worm his way out of this, but with the way they’re going, it doesn’t seem likely.

      Frankly, he’s disgusted with this display. Maybe the cure for his alcoholism is watching Alice take a sip from his glass. Why didn’t anyone tell him that before he got addicted?

      “I could still leave. Yer not givin’ me much of a choice in the matter.” He flags the bartender down, asking for another glass of whiskey before begrudgingly turning back to his apparent companion. “Does ‘trying to get a decent job as an entertainer’ count? I haven’t found too many gigs lookin’ fer a big star like me.”

      In reality, he hasn’t been looking. He can’t exactly tell Alice he’s been getting wasted and hitting on a triangle for the past while.

[bendydemon-blog]

aureolink:

          Ohhh, she wanted to smack him right now. Those were the comments she would never miss in a million years, and if she could throw this disrespectful demon out onto his behind, she would. Alice was in no position to call for such a drastic measure, though, and Bendy himself had been behaving for the most part. Who was she to throw out such a kind and generous patron of the lounge?

          “Right… Adoring fans.” That was a lie if she ever heard one. They hadn’t been relevant in years, let alone famous enough for Bendy to have fans. If she hadn’t been approached for her work on the show, then Bendy couldn’t have been either. “Is that why you’re sipping at what looks to be a glass of the strong stuff. The attention getting to you?”

          Truth be told, she doesn’t know why he’s taking drinking up tonight. He looks… Alright for the most part, if not as tired as she does. However, this place seemed nice and while she does know Bendy’s taken to drinking to loosen up lately, there didn’t seem to be any reason for the older toon to get smashed.

          “If I wanted your permission to feel important, I would’ve asked for it.” she says, reaching a hand towards Bendy’s glass to pluck it from his grasp. Downing about half its contents, she grimaces at the burn that follows. “You’re really just trying to rile me up. To get me fired on my first night so you can gloat as you always do. You being here couldn’t have been a coincidence.”

      There she goes again, trying to patronize him and act like he isn’t important. He’s been recognized by at least two people, which is probably two more than Alice has ever found! He almost wants to tell her how forgettable she is, but knowing it’d be thrown back into his face, he holds back. Bendy needs to keep up appearances, after all. She doesn’t need to know why he’s drinking. Besides, his last quip about making her feel important is probably enough.

      “What if I just wanted t’unwind, Alice? Y’got somethin’ against that?” No, he’s just gotten addicted in-between the time they last saw each other. There was hints of it toward the end of the show’s run, but it’s not like he’s going to get into that while in public. “It ain’t that deep.”

      He’ll probably order a few more shots before he has to wander back home, but it’ll be better to keep his alcoholism between him and the bartender. Maybe Bendy can scare her off in the meanwhile? ... Ehh. Too much effort. He’s already locked himself in a conversation with her.

      “Y’should ask fer it,” he begins to say, but is caught off-guard when she takes his drink from him. Who the hell does she think she is!? “If y’wanted to drink, you should’ve said something! I swear t’you, it is a coincidence. If I knew you were here, I would’ve gone drinkin’ somewhere else!”

[emet-selch]

♪ back in the ‘20s i was in a very famous tv show… ♪

i finished watching bojack and lemme tell u.. those washed-up celebrities, am i right 

[bendydemon-blog]

aureolink:

❥ “I doubt you’d know what it is either, Mr. I-Didn’t-Win-Schtick.” Of course he was gonna patronize her for this. He’ll find any reason to. At least she had something to show for her one ticket. “All heckling aside, come watch with me when I get whatever this Blu-ray is.”

      “You won it, not me. It ain’t my responsibility t’know!” Well, he’s not wrong. Why should Bendy care about whatever it is she won? It’s not like she won the car or anything! Still, the offer to watch it is tempting... “... Yeah, sure, I’ll come over and watch it.”

[bendydemon-blog]

aureolink:

❥ “Fullmetal Baalchemist: Braatherherd… And what in the world is a Blu-ray.” What the fuck is this demonic nonsense you’ve given her.

      “... Y’won somethin’, and y’don’t even know what it is.” He doesn’t actually know what a Blu-ray is either, but he can still bother her about it, right?

[bendydemon-blog]

aureolink:

@bendydemon​

          Most people would have been reluctant to get out and explore a place they have no memory of coming to. It’s only natural to be scared! However, Alice was not like most people and she was more than happy to forget the depressing animated world she hailed from to start clean here. Her new gig had only sweetened the deal, and now she finds herself nearing the end of her first show at a lounge in the city center.

          Alice thinks, maybe she can work with this. It doesn’t beat dancing on the silver screen, sure, but it’s a spotlight, a hoard of attention, and that demon isn’t here to ruin — 

          Oh, she spoke too soon.

          When the house lights come on, she spots a familiar horned head tucked away at the end of the bar, not seeming to give her the time of day. The appearance both baffles and enrages Alice, but she’s gotta deal with this smoothly.

          Immediately, she makes her way from the stage to the bar, not waiting for him to turn around. Hell, she doesn’t even know if he knows she’s here, but that won’t stop her from feeling the initial pang of envy at the sight of the darling devil. It takes nearly all of Alice’s willpower from chewing Bendy out on sight, something that wouldn’t do well for her image at the new workplace. 

          So she settles for niceties instead.

          “What are you doing here.” Okay, well. That didn’t come off as nice as she would’ve liked, but it was a step above what she really wanted to do and that’s all anyone can ask for right now. “Looking for a prime opportunity to jump up and take the spotlight, right? I’m surprised you waited.”

          She hovers behind him, arms crossed over her chest in waiting for an explanation despite her accusations. Of all the places in the city that Bendy could’ve gotten smashed at, it had to be hers on her first night. Just great. Wonderful.

      As soon as he walked through the doors of a quiet bar on the outskirts of town, Bendy knows he’s in for a different sort of night. Nobody pays him much mind as he takes a seat at the bar counter, listlessly listening to the talent for the night. It doesn’t even register with him at first who the singer is—he’s heard enough feminine crooning for one lifetime, thank you very much.

      Taking a look at the stage, however, confirmed a fear he didn’t even realized he had.

      Her voice is that of an angel, of course. It always was, always will be. Still, he can’t help but shrink a bit, trying his best to blend in with the bar patrons as he attempts to ignore her existence. Bendy’s already nursing a fourth (fifth?) drink, so he’s not in the best state of mind at the moment, and he knows getting up and leaving would bring more attention to himself than necessary.

      Maybe, maybe when she’s done singing, he can—

                                                                                                                                                Oh.

      Oh, God, she’s here, isn’t she? C’mon, Bendy, act natural! She just put on a show, so can you!

      “... Just wanted t’be away from my adoring fans fer a time. Y’know how it is.” Wait, no she doesn’t! Ha. He’s almost tempted to laugh, but he instead adjusts his bow tie before speaking again. “Nah, not tonight. Another time fer sure, but I wanted t’let ya feel important for at least one night in yer life.”

[bendydemon-blog]

lcvelymouse:

✿ @bendydemon ll bendy 

Spotting another toon in the short amount of time Minnie has been in the city was something she didn’t expect to happen so quickly! But, she can’t help but stare from a distance. She’s seen him before, she knows she has… but he wasn’t somebody in her company, that’s for sure. But still, she KNOWS she’s seen him around before, and she KNOWS she’s seen his shows a couple of times before it completely disappeared off the air.

Not wanting her curiosity to eat her up anymore than it already is, Minnie clears her throat and makes her way over towards the devil and taps his shoulder while he’s turned around. She puts her hands behind her back, a smile wide on her face.

“Um, excuse me…”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re Bendy, correct…?” 

      The feeling of familiarity is one Bendy is not used to. Ever since entering Stella City, he’s been surrounded by those he’d consider to be “human”—since most of them don’t seem to recognize him anyway, he hasn’t bothered to approach anyone new, not really. Maybe a handful of people, sure, but he’s primarily kept to himself. There’s no point in fraternizing with those who won’t take him seriously.

      Well, that is, until he swears he sees someone he might know. A toon for sure, yes, but is that really...?

      “... Minnie? Minnie Mouse?” She, of all people, of all toons, remembers him? “What’re you doin’ in a place like this...?”

[bendydemon-blog]

venuzing:

▷ y ask me abt bill whoever when bendy is rite dere.

▷ jus a tought.

      “...!”

      “Ah... Aha. Th-Thanks?”

[bendydemon-blog]

Hey there, my [insert term of endearment here (plural)]! I’m going to post this across all of my muses, but I want the people I’m threading with to know that I am going to keep the ball threads we had going in addition to the threads I had before then!

If you want to drop the ball thread we have, that’s fine, but please IM me to let me know! Otherwise, I’m going to assume we’re still going, and I’ll respond as soon as I can.

[bendydemon-blog]

⟹ @notapplebees

      “So, how’s yer night goin’ so far?” Bendy needs a break from beating himself up and drinking himself into a tizzy—he’s still somewhat sober, so he might as well take advantage of it! ... By making awkward small talk. Okay, Bendy. “You’ve been hangin’ out by the bar for a little while now, so. Y’know. Just wonderin’.”

[bendydemon-blog]

⟹ @heartadlib

      Why the heck is there a kid running around near the bar? That’s the opposite of where he should be! Still, he seems... Interested in Bendy. No way does he recognize him (considering how young he appears to be), so maybe he just has a fascination with his appearance?

      ... Eh, it wouldn’t hurt to strike up a conversation. It beats staring at the triangle across the room.

      “Hey there,” he starts, “y’got a cute sheep. What’s her name?”

[bendydemon-blog]

⟹ @consqiringiy

      “You’ve been standin’ here a while.” Well, not like Bendy hasn’t been at the open bar people watching for... What, an hour or so now? He doesn’t mind having someone doing the same with him, but at the same time, he has no idea who this is. Might as well strike up a conversation while he’s still sober. “Y’actually here fer anyone, or just fer the free alcohol?”

[bendydemon-blog]

venuzing:

▷ @bendydemon​

          he still didn’t fully understand why he bothered to come. formal events just weren’t the same kind of vibe that yv usually found comfort or familiarity in. with elegant decor, overly slow songs pouring from the speakers, and a rather stiff suit on his body, the gun god looked more than ready to leave at a moment’s notice. the only reason why he hadn’t was…. well. the booze was fine and there were some familiar faces, but something kept tugging him to stay.

          it’s only until he catches glimpse of one particular demon ( unsurprisingly ) standing at the open bar that he realizes why he hadn’t brought himself to leave. yv doesn’t remember bendy hanging around there earlier since he’s had his own share of shit to get tipsy off of, but now seems like as good a chance as any to… mingle.

          trying to ignore the uncharacteristic hesitation creeping up on him, the gun god floats over towards the bar, holding a drink in one hand as he adjusts his bowtie with the other. he didn’t know if bendy had seen him before now, but he’d rather not ask about it anyway.

          ❝soooooooo,❞ he starts, attempting to get the demon’s attention with something other than an awkward cough. it’s just a little difficult getting words out when you’ve got a disgusting tightness in your chest. ❝u didnt tell me u were rollin up here. did u just com up or what.❞

      God, what is he doing here. He spent so much time and money preparing for this, and he has seemingly no reason for this at all. Even at the tuxedo fitting, even when walking over, even when standing at the open bar—Bendy has no idea what the hell he’s doing. Sure, he’s had conversations here and there (and obviously nobody recognizes him, why would they), but he gets the feeling he’s been waiting for someone in particular.

      ... Well. He is. The demon’s been shooting glances the other’s way all night, but has been questioning whether or not he should approach. It probably would’ve been much easier if he just asked the triangle to accompany him, but the idea of rejection was—

      Oh, look, here he comes now.

                          ...  Shit.

                                    Shit. He’s. Not ready. Tipsy, not ready, has half a mind to shoo him off...

      “I’ve... Been here for a li’l while,” he admits. Bendy’s already realizing how stupid he must look, but maybe the other will be too drunk to notice. “I had no idea you’d be here, uh... You’re lookin’ pretty nice tonight. Y’here with anyone...?”

      He should know why he’s acting so awkward, but really, he doesn’t. At the very least he knows it’s something he doesn’t want to directly acknowledge for the time being.

[bendydemon-blog]

Guess what! It’s time for the Vernal Ball! Yay!

If you want to interact with an alcoholic, please like this post! I know this is my first starter call on Bendy (oops), but the cap is at 3. YV is not included in that count since we have a thread going already.

[venuzing]

                               so, a god and a demon walk into a ball… 

▷ && ive have this on the backburner for a couple days and im so happy to finally post it! just yv and bendy lettin lose in their qt suits 💖 also consider this a gift to my sweet gay toon, @bendydemon !!

[bendydemon-blog]

venuzing:

well that’s a bullshit excuse if he ever heard one. yv can only really hope he hasn’t been up longer than an hour or so before getting right to downing all that booze again, but the amount of bottles strewn around the room doesn’t help bendy’s case or yv’s peace of mind at all. 

what little bit of peace of mind yv had is thrown out the mental window once bendy poses a question yv would have loathed to hear under any other circumstance.

does he have friends, he asks. of course he does! probably. maybe… there was phoenix, but at the moment he’s currently an amnesiac and does not recall their friendship ( and it’s not like yv is doing anything to help rekindle memories of it either. ) other than that, though, his popularity had only garnered him acquaintances to fall back on, and acquaintances were not friends. this notion does not sit well in yv’s mind, and now he almost wishes he hadn’t come to check up on bendy in the first place.

❝it not dat… it’s uh. hmm..❞ he’s still not looking at the toon, and he can feel that the other isn’t looking at him either. yv isn’t sure if he should be comforted by the fact that neither of them can face each other, but he finds it relieving nonetheless. 

he paces a couple of feet from bendy, both to distract from the current question as well as figuring out where to begin. it wasn’t just the topic of friends that has the triangle reeling away from this conversation; there was so much more to unpack at the core of it.

shutting his eye, yv breathes out before responding. ❝no 1 eva asked me lik… genuinely. ok? or sat w me. or anyting.❞ god, this is all starting to sound so pathetic. since when was he ever the type to drop down his facade, even for a moment? what really worries yv, though, is that he’s not at all concerned that this might be used against him.

why is he being so trusting?

      How can someone like YV—one of the more interesting people he’s encountered in his life thus far—not have more people that care about his well-being? Not like Bendy has much experience in that department either, so he definitely has no business commenting on it. A brief memory crosses his mind as the triangle speaks, but he closes his eyes and shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the thought for now. Now’s not the time for that, Bendy! It’s not about you right now!

      Usually, it’s not about him. Guess that’s the point.

      Still, it comes as a surprise when he realizes that he was being genuine when asking about YV’s injury. Others have claimed that he’s come off as ingenuous various times before, so hearing the other say the opposite is... Quite telling. He has gotten more attached to him than he expected, and only now is he realizing it. After all the drinking because of him, you would think Bendy would actively know that he’s beginning to invest himself in this relationship more than he thought.

      YV might be too, for that matter. He’s... Being open with him.

      This revelation causes him to take pause, and he doesn’t answer the triangle right away. Bendy finally feels slightly well enough to look at the other, if only because he can tell he’s admitting more than he normally would.

      “Y’got people that only want ya for yer money, then?” he asks. “Or because yer a god? ... Not that you got the powers right now, but.”

      That’s not exactly comforting to say, is it? At least there’s more that he has to say.

      “... Even if nobody’s askin’ how you’re doin’, I’ll still ask. Not because I gotta or anythin’, just because I wanna know.”

[bendydemon-blog]

venuzing:

bendy suddenly pulling a 180 on yv about allowing him into his room is surprising, to say the least and it looks as if the toon is quick to catch onto yv’s perceptive nature. he changed his decision so quickly, even if the triangle himself doesn’t realize how buzzed he must be right now. that’s good, though; yv won’t have to keep wasting time trying to catch bendy trying to beat around the bush and avoid his questioning. 

❝sure. ok.❞ he responds, waiting just a moment for bendy to track a little way’s back into his room before following suit. he’s not sure what to expect, but upon seeing bottles of both open and unopened bottles of all kinds of liquor around the place gives him a bit of an idea.

he figured the guy had a drinking problem and he isn’t gonna say anything about it, but he also notices a couple emptied bottles near the bed – ones that weren’t there when he brought bendy in last night.

fuck, bendy.

❝u were jus drinkin dis whol time?❞ an obvious question with an obvious answer, he knows, but it was really more of an out-loud confirmation than anything. now he just knows this morning’s binge is because of him, a realization that’s concerning. he never intended to hurt the toon, let alone be the cause of a mid-morning hangover.

picking up an emptied scotch bottle, he focuses on it instead of the other as he speaks up. ❝im sory i didnt say anyting last nite. i uh. didnt… rly kno wat 2 say.❞ that’s hardly a 4th of the real reason why, but hey, he’s gotta start somewhere.

      At this point, it’s impossible to hide his shame. YV must have been well aware of how much he drinks since their first encounter, yet Bendy wishes there was a better way for him to hide his addiction. He hears the triangle’s question, but doesn’t answer him at first, sighing before turning back to him. He had to acknowledge it at some point, like it or not.

      “Yeah,” he confesses, looking down instead of directly at YV. “Didn’t have anythin’ better t’do with my time.”

      Of course he did, but he has no excuse for drinking as soon as he woke up. The least he can do is keep to himself how long he’s been up for—heck, he barely keeps track of the time anyway! Time flies when you’re stuck spewing in your own self-hatred. Bendy can’t completely pin all of this on YV, nor does he want to, but he can’t find the right words to say. Trying to look at him is pointless considering he’s trying to focus on everything but him. Birds of a feather.

      “What,” he asks, “nobody ever ask ya how yer doin’? Y’seem popular enough, don’tcha have friends or somethin’...?”

      He feels it’s a stupid question to ask, yet he’s unsure of why the other seems so lost. Bendy looks off to the side, focusing on one of his various bottles while adjusting his bow tie.