#batim chapter four

[good-ol-bendaroo]

Ever since we learned that Henry named the portraits from the ballroom of the Haunted House (which in my opinion is really cute/funny), I’ve been creating headcanons (and yes, I know they aren’t based on anyone in particular from the studio but whatever...headcanons are fun!) So, here is the supporting studio staff under the cut...

Albert Doherty


53 years old

Hails from Savannah, Georgia

Worked for the studio’s legal department

Probably the second most stressed next to Grant

Likes obnoxiously bright colored ties, bourbon, and gambling

Persuasive, Condescending, Strong-Willed

Killed when he tried to leave the studio when things started to go south

Daisy Sullivan


36 years old

Hails from Chicago, Illinois

Worked in the Administration level

Responsible for taking memos, filing documents, making appointments, and greeting guests

Likes muffins, gossip, and dancing

Orderly, Courteous, Ambitious

Much like Norman, saw things she shouldn’t have seen and had to be eliminated

Porter Buchanan

45 years old

Hails from the Bronx

Worked as a security guard, specifically singing in people who wanted to go in and out of the archives and the vault

A bit too enthusiastic when it came to his job and tended to act more like he was a cop, the job he actually wanted

Likes prime rib, boxing, and building model ships

Overbearing, Argumentative, Suspicious

An accident in which several pipes burst resulted in his abrupt and rather messy death

Gwendolyn Belcher

29 years old

Hails from Manhattan

Worked in the art department as an illustrator and graphic designer, mostly responsible for the posters and advertisements

Truly loved her job and greeted everyone with a smile but always turned a blind eye to the unhappiness around her to keep the magic alive

Likes pastel colors, hot chocolate, and Broadway shows

Devout, Altruistic, Impressionable

Succumbed to the cult within the studio and ended up as a willing sacrifice

There are puns and meanings behind the last names I chose too so have fun with that lol

[inkymari]

A FEW MORE DAYS TILL THE FINAL CHAPTER

[aloinky]

.BATIM Chapter 4: Colossal Wonders.

hello I'm alive I came back to relive

Sorry for my inactivity is that I almost do not use much Tumblr I use more deviantart but I will also use Tumblr I will be uploading new drawings and already made drawings that I have published in my deviantart, but I bring you this from Chapter 4 of Batim, the truth this cost a lot I work but I do it I hope you like it <3333 :3

Art belongs @vocaloid121 (me)

Characters belongs TheMeatly

[iamblueraspberry]

So I apparently haven’t posted much of my art on here. So I’m just gonna post a bunch of stuff now. This was my fanart entry for Bendy and the Ink Machine chapter 4

[priestessofarkay]

I’m terrible about posting on here but ayyy here’s Friday’s video! Finally finished Chapter Four!

[islizeth13]

Just a quick Bendy pic, probably my fastest finished piece.

Only 2 more days!

[foxy-glamrock-roxy]

[evalynnmesserli]

New Inky World: Chapter Two

A/N: Did not expect to get this done so fast. Things start getting angsty in this chapter! Whoo! Not as bad as I have planned for the next one. All characters except game Henry are from @ask-joeydrewstudios

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Henry and Joey stared at each other, neither saying a word. The toons and Other Henry stood to the left of Joey’s desk, eyes flickering between the two men. No one dared to speak.

Henry had been surprised to walk into the office and see a relatively normal room. He’d never been inside his Joey’s office before (he had never been allowed) and he hadn’t been sure what to expect. Turns out it was just a plain old room with a bookcase, desk, a couple of chairs, and some papers. He hadn’t taken Joey as the reading type, but it seemed this version was a bit of a bookworm.

At this point, Henry had decided that this wasn’t the Joey he had known. Everything about this place was off. A younger version of himself, everyone else being alive and fine, Joey being older than he should have been in regards to Other Henry, the toons. Everything added up to him being in a different world. Didn’t surprise him one bit either. He learned to never question anything in the damn studio.

The silence stretched on, growing tenser as the seconds ticked on. Finally, Bendy couldn’t take it.

“Alright! What exactly’s goin’ on here?” he asked, jumping on the desk and pointing at Henry. “How come ya look like Henry, just old?”

“Bendy!” Joey scolded. “We do not call people old.”

Bendy turned and smiled sheepishly at the man. “Sorry Papa Drew.” He turned back to Henry. “Sorry Old Henry,” he said.

Joey said something else to the toon, but Henry didn’t hear a word that came out of his mouth. Papa Drew. Did this version of Joey steal the toons from him as well? Then why didn’t Other Henry leave? Henry had thought that maybe this version of Joey might be a better person and not the monster that he knew, but he wasn’t any different. Alright, he was probably a bit better seeing as he hadn’t sacrificed his employees to try and bring the cartoons to life (as far as he knew), but he was still a lying, cheating bastard.

“Er, uh, Hen-henry?” Alice asked, her sweet voice cutting through his thoughts. “Is something wrong?”

Henry snorted. “Yeah, there is,” he said. “I’m stuck in another world after probably being killed by Boris,” Alice and Bendy gasped and glanced at the cartoon wolf, who had a horrified expression on his face, “and being forced to meet another version of the scumbag Mr. Joey Drew.” Henry pretty much snarled he man’s name as he glared at him. Joey’s eyes were wide and he kept glancing between Henry and Boris, struggling to process Henry’s words.

“...What do you mean?” Other Henry finally asked. He seemed a bit confused, but other than that was the one person who didn’t seem affected by Henry’s outburst.

“About what?” Henry snapped.

“About everything.”

Henry stared at his double for a minute, his anger deflating. He slumped forward in his chair and placed his hands on his face. He’d been through so much in such a short amount of time (and with so little sleep, food, and water) that his normally calm composure was slipping. He took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm down. After a moment he lifted his head and looked at his double.

“You seem so calm in all of this,” he said.

“I try not to let situations overwhelm me,” Other Henry replied.

“Unless it involves babies” Bendy muttered from his spot on the desk. Joey gave the toon a warning look before turning his attention back to Henry.

“Normally I’m like that too,” Henry told Other Henry, ignoring Bendy’s comment (for now). It was easier to resist the urge to punch Joey if he focused on the one person in the room that didn’t make remind him of the place he’d just left. “At this point though, everything’s just gone to hell and back.”

“What happened?” Joey asked him. Henry turned to him and gave him a dry smile.

“Did you create the toons?” he asked. “Even before you brought them to life?”

Joey seemed confused. “Of course I did,” he said. “This is Joey Drew Studios afterall. It would be strange for the main characters of the cartoons to not be mine. I mean, I did get some help designing Alice and Boris, but other than that, yes, I created them.”

Henry glanced at Other Henry. “Is that true?” he asked.

Other Henry’s brow furrowed but he nodded. Henry sighed at looked back to Joey.

“Well, Mr. Drew,” he said, “in my world I created Bendy, Boris, and Alice, and the Joey Drew I knew from over thirty years ago stole them from me.”