Lucas âMadâ Patrick - inkfected - Protection Verse
He breaks the surface, arms flailing, lungs spasming. His fingers scrabble at something solid, and he strains to drag himself from the ink. His arms are straining, his body shivering. He needs to cough but if he does, then that thing willl take him over like it did everyone else. So fuck air. Who the fuck needs it. His eyes are pure black as he pulls himself onto the untainted wood dropping to the ground and unable to fight it any more.
He coughs, hacks, feeling something liquid pass over his lpis. The ink splatters on to the floor and as he looks at it with jet black eyes the spasm of his lungs morphs, and he starts to laugh. Empty, hollow, maybe a little mad. He survived! Heâs alive! But at his core, he can feel something has changed.
He may not have become one of those monsters, but heâs bested them. As he shakily gets to his feet, he turns and flips off the ink puddle he just climbed out of. Before he finds his way out, he has just one thing to say.
âFuck you Bendy.â
Madpat | Phantom | Natemare | Anti |Escape the Motherloving Nightmare
Hyperfixation on theoretical and practical robotics, highly intelligent, good at strategy, adaptable, lack of shits to give, chronic insomnia,
NAYKT Character Facts
Lucas was originally an intern at Joey Drew Studios which he burned to the ground to prevent the inky Demon Lord, Bendy, from possessing him and taking over the world.
He didn't escape unscathed, some of the demonic ink having attacked him and sticking to his lungs, slowly consuming him and trying to turn him into a mindless ink grunt.
Inkfected, betrayed by his twin brother, and accused of mass murder Lucas was forced to run from his home. The media described him as "mad", "an unhinged loner with an axe to grind who shouldn't be approached under any circumstances"
Mad was left to die in a fire at Freddy Fazbear's, saved by the spirit that resided in the puppet to be held captive and starved for several days.
While trapped in a murder game, the stress of trying to get out and keep his brother alive exacerbated the inkfection until, after being shot, the ink consumed him. He was saved by Natemare (now his best friend) which cemented Mad as Mare's Guardian.
Writer's fave fact
Mad and Mare both went through impossibly shitty situations when they were still so young. They've both persisted and survived because instead of getting sad and letting it tear them down, they get pissed and fight back. Yes anger can be bad, but sometimes it's necessary, it can motivate and inspire and it can turn pain into action.
The difference between them though is that Mad knows when to pull back. That it's okay to be pissed, but if you're not careful it will consume you and burn you up. Yes he gets fucking pissed, but he knows when to be pissed and when to let go even if only for a little while, which make him the perfect Guardian for Wrath.
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Summary:Â The path to Madness began years ago, at an infamous animation studio where every worker was mysteriously slaughtered one night. All save for one, Lucas Patrick, who disappeared without a trace. But what really happened in Drew Studios all those years ago, and where did the survivor go? - Madpat Origins/perspective
A/N - Iâm not sure if or how Iâll bring this up in the fic, but Dirk and Lucas are around 16 yrs old at this point.
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Lucas is buttoning up his smart, white shirt. Twice a week his dad drops him off on the other side of town where heâs an intern at Drew Studios. Itâs nothing short of a miracle, given how protective the studio is of their trade secrets, and how many students across the region applied for the job. Not to mention the severe lack of faith Mr. and Mrs. Patrick seem to have in their son.
The door to the bedroom opens and Lucas rolls his eyes.
âNo,â he speaks firmly. His back may be to the door but he doesnât need to see to know who it is.
âYou donât know what Iâm going to say yet.â
Lucas turns. Stood in front of the door, leaning back against it is his twin brother, Dirk.
âI know exactly what youâre going to say and Iâm telling you, itâs not happening.â
âFour people, Lucas.â Dirk pushes away from the door having enough sense to keep back. âAll missing, and their last known location was Drew Studios.â
âProbably locked up for sticking their nose where it wasnât wanted.â Lucas snarks, snatching a black tie from his dresser. Another part of the uniform and honestly one he could do without. Still for this internship heâll deal with it.
âYou donât have to stick anything anywhere, just,â Dirk gestures as he searches for the words, âkeep an eye out.â
âGreat! Iâll start by not sticking my nose up your ass just to make you happy!â
Dirk barely blinks at the insult, focused instead on his brotherâs fingers. Theyâre fumbling and getting frustrated isnât helping things. Lucas has never been all that great with ties. Dirk steps forward reaching for the tie.
âHere, let me-â
âLook!â Lucas slaps the hand away, scowling as he snaps at his brother, âYou know how much I had to beg Mom and Dad to get them on board with this. If anything goes even slightly wrong theyâll never trust me again, so fuck your mystery and shove it!â
By the end Lucas is shouting. Heâs sick of having this conversation every time he gets ready for work. He just wants to go, learn what they have to teach him and move on with his life. Hopefully into a job where heâll never have to wear a fucking tie! He barely remembers which bit goes where and is two seconds from just tossing the stupid piece of fabric on the floor when Dirk takes it from his fingers.
Dirk wears ties a lot, in fact heâs wearing a navy one now. Theyâre a regular part of his wardrobe. Heâs a firm believer in dressing for the job you want and itâs no secret that Dirk has big plans for his future. As he adjusts the tie, Lucas watches; frowning but silent. When they stand next to each other like this the slight differences are more noticeable. Dirkâs taller by about an inch, while Lucasâs hair is always in a mess.
Dirkâs popular; people actually like him. Heâs got this friendly approachableness  that draws you in and makes you want to be his friend. His teachers all love him and are falling over each other to write him letters of recommendation. His grades are immaculate, his permanent record sparkles, and everyone is sure heâs destined for great things.
Lucas on the other handâŠ
Though every bit as intelligent as his brother, heâs always been what their parents call a âdifficult childâ. Coursework is excellent, but he doesnât test well. Constantly questions, calls out, and undermines his teachers; and his less than usual viewpoints have made him somewhat of an easy target for bullies over the years. If Dirkâs permanent record is a dentistâs office, Lucasâs is coal mine. Clogged, dirty, weighed down with several fights, countless detentions, and multiple suspensions. Top it off with mom and dad sending him to a different âcorrectional campâ every summer and despite their similarities, the two of them really couldnât be more different.
âI canât risk proving everyone right about me.â Lucas mutters.
âI know.â Dirk pulls the tie to his brotherâs throat, brushing it down before stepping back to check his work with a soft smile. âForget I said anything.â
Lucas looks down to his perfectly tied tie before looking up again.
âHow do I look?â
Dirk smirks. âAlmost human.â
âYou dick!â Lucas grabs a nearby pillow, laughing as he tosses it at his brotherâs head.
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Warning: This chapter includes a parent acting verbally aggressive, angry, and speaking down to her [adult] child and said child then rationalising to themself that behaviour. It is a small part and is not the focus of the chapter.
âLucas!â
BANG BANG BANG BANG
âTwo minutes!â
BANG BANG BANG
âUp!â
BANG
Lucas lets out a long tired groan as he hears his mother stomp down the hallway; same as she does every single morning. Always with the banging; that woman does not have a low volume. Within a few minutes Lucas is dressed and clothed, his bedding packed up and his bed folded and tucked away into the corner of the craft room.
A few years ago his mother had sold their old house, choosing to downsize to a cozy two-bed apartment. At the time it made sense, what with her ex-husband missing in the wind and an empty nest after her twin boys left to find their own way in the world. The second bedroom was turned into a hobbies room filled with books and various arts and crafts supplies, complete with a fold out table, and a little reading nook. After over 20 years living for the men in her life, it was high time she spent time getting to know herself.
Then Lucas lost his job. Apparently the company heâd been working for was discovered ass-deep in some less-than-legal proceedings and as a desperate cost saving measure, in anticipation of the various lawsuits they were expecting, a lot of âdead weightâ was shed from the payroll. Some moron decided that that included the entire IT department.
No one was officially fired, that would look far too suspicious in any investigation. I think the official line was âindefinite unpaid furloughâ, so they could enforce the no-competition clause written into everyoneâs contract should anyone choose to quit. It was essentially a Schroedinger situation. Still employed but with none of the benefits, and the only way out is by jumping ship to a far lower-paying job in an industry you likely have no experience in.
So it was, with no income and no sign of any in the near future, Lucas lost his lease, sold his car and most of his furniture, placed what he could afford to keep into storage, and moved back in with mother dearest. She wasnât happy of course, but to be fair, neither was Lucas.
âThere he is,â Mrs Patrick says as he enters the kitchen. Sheâs ready for her day at the office, her usual suit jacket over a white shirt with a knee length skirt, long brown hair tied up in a ponytail, simple makeup applied, and her meticulously manicured nails clutched around a knife as she spreads strawberry jam on half a slice of bread, âHis royal highness has risen before noon. Alert the peasantry.â
âDonât start.â he snips.
See, she will claim to anyone and everyone that she loves her boys equally but Lucas isnât an idiot. Dirk is, and always has been, the favourite; mommyâs sweetheart; mr can-do-no-wrong-no-matter-what. When Lucas became the youngest person to work for the IT department at a billion-dollar company, literally right out of high school, she told him that he needed a better job. When Dirk became the youngest detective ever in his city, sheâd bought him an expensive yellow leather jacket and told him sheâd never been so proud. Lucas had called him Momâs Golden Boy and gotten himself kicked out of Thanksgiving dinner.
âI told Janice to call about the job going at her office, I donât care if you think itâs beneath you,â she wraps the sandwich and places it in her lunch tub.
âYes mother.â
Thereâs a loud BANG as she slams the tub down on the sideboard.
âYou do not use that tone with me.â Picking up the tub she tosses it into her large handbag which she picks up and hoists over her shoulder while glaring at her son. âI will not have you disrespect me in my own home.â
Her heeled shoes click against the floor as she walks towards the doorway, detouring slightly to place a small kiss on Lucasâs cheek while he looks the other way. He listens to her continue to click down the hall and out the door, which slams closed behind her. Lucas lets out the breath heâs been holding.
Sheâs not all that bad, she can be a good mother but they received word last week that Dirk is missing and, well it canât be easy having your 20-something year old son go missing less than a year into his job as a detective, while your other 20-something year old son has to move in with you because of his shitty luck. Lucas knows itâs not easy to be her right now. It doesnât mean she can just take things out on him, but Lucas is willing to let some shit slide for now.
The day passes much as it usually does. Most of the morning is spent searching for jobs, anything and everything, before editing his CV for each listing and sending it off. Heâs not holding out any hope. Practically no companies want to touch him right now. Even though he had no hand in whatever his company did, more than one rejection have named his employment with them as the reason they donât want him.
Itâs 2pm when the phone rings and, midway through an application for yet another mail position, Lucas leaves it ringing. Itâs probably just Janice and he really doesnât want to talk to her. All loud and nasally and so sure she knows everything when actually she frequently gets lost on the way to her own kitchen. After an age, the machine finally picks up.
âUm, hi?â says a confused male voice. Lucas frowns. What man would be calling his mother? âThis is Sebastian from Freddy Fazbearâs.â Lucas leaps to his feet and all but throws himself across the room. This could be it. This could be it! âIâm calling for Mr Patrick about his job app-â
âIâm him!â he nearly shouts at the receiver as he picks it up, cutting the machine out, âIâm Mr Patrick! Hello!â
âOh hi! Well Iâm calling about your application.â
âYes?â
âIâm really sorry but-â the guy keeps talking, launching into what sounds like a well-rehearsed speech but the words just wash over Lucas.
Theyâre rejecting himâŠ
Fazbears is rejecting him...
âYou have got to be fucking KIDDING ME!â Lucasâs quiet rage quickly boils over and he practically roars down the phone. âI know for a FACT that your company hires literally ANYONE! Murderers! Thieves! Felons! People who should never be within 500 yards of kids! AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO-!â
âI KNOW!â the guy manages to shout back over him, âIâm sorry! But the decision came from so far above my head, Iâve still got a freaking crick in my neck! I absolutely CANNOT go against it!â
Lucas slides down the wall, his hand pressed harshly against his face as he fights the urge to just break down. Fazbears was his hail mary. It would have been a shitty ass job but it would at least pay him money, and heâd probably be able to tinker with the animatronics that always look on the verge of collapse. Itâd be bum-ass pay for shitty-ass hours but heâd have some kind of fucking control back and a chance to start saving and getting out of his fucking motherâs house. It was guaranteed! They hire everyone! Except Lucas apparently.
âLook Iâm sorry,â the guy on the other side of the phoneâs voice is low, almost like heâs whispering, âIt sucks that I canât give you the job but I can give you some free pizza if you come in. It wonât pay your bills but itâs the best I can do.â
Lucasâs stomach gurgles. Heâd skipped lunch, he usually does, and while cheap crappy childrenâs restaurant pizza wonât solve all his problems, he could at least trash the bathrooms, maybe sneak into the kitchens and steal something. It wouldnât get him a job but itâd sure as fuck make him feel less like crap.
