Oct 31, 2018
Inktober Day 29
Batim Inktober- Impostor
Inktober Official 2018 Prompt List- Double
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Inktober Day 29
Batim Inktober- Impostor
Inktober Official 2018 Prompt List- Double
~bendy the ink demon has something very special he wants to say to everyone
Bendy: “CHAPTER FIVE IS TOMORROW!!!!” >:V
Inktober2018 prickly, day 25
~Enjoy!
Hybrid Inktober Day 7
BATIM Inktober - Exhausted
“...Artist’s block. Don’t worry about it.”
Sidenotes:
(Here’s a sleep deprived Joey, tying to plan a script.)
(Ugh, artist’s block is the wooorst. Nothing seems to comes out right, no matter what you try.)
(Testing out some shading things, and such. Hope you like it!)
Hybrid Inktober Day 9
BATIM Inktober - Run, Run, Run.
It was late that night at the studio, ink was dripping, the floor cracked and squeaked, and an impending sense of dread filled every hall. The usual. Joey wandered down the empty hallway, shoes tapping against the wood. What was he even doing up and about?
“What to do, what to do…” Ah! He had been on an errand for… a wrench. Yes, that was it. The ‘wrench with the green paint’ quote on quote. It was fun to help out with construction, but only if you know what you were supposed to be doing. Joey hummed to himself, Sammy’s latest song ringing in his ears.
A lightbulb burst next to Joey’s head, and he recoiled. “Geez…” Though the sodium lights looked really neat they had a tendency to break. He bent down to pick up a piece of glass, but heard something else besides the clinking shards.
“H-” The word caught in his throat. The hall seemed to grow dimmer. “Hello? Jack, is that you?” Ink fell in drips behind him. That was most likely the source of the noise, but the uneasy feeling remained. Joey gently dropped the glass to the floor and continued forward. Golden amber shadows danced along the walls as he walked.
“I have to go get that wrench-” Thump, thump, thump. What seemed to be an extra step had fallen into tune with his own walking, and Joey quickened his pace.
Crunch. He froze in abject horror. The rest of the lightbulb had been crushed.
The one he had passed twenty paces ago.
Joey started to run. He sprinted down the hall, passing door after door, sound room, storage, offices. The lights behind him began to go out, each crack of glass like a gunshot.
He could no longer deny it. Someone, or something, was behind him. He could hear it growling.
Joey ran past the theater room and continued down the hallway, the thing nearly at his heels close behind. He tried to call out for help, but it came out as a squeak; fear and physical exertion were not a good mix. By this point he knew it wasn’t Jack but he hoped that in some twist of fate it was only a cruel prank, a ruse. The shattering echoed behind him in tandem with his footfalls.
Rounding a corner, Joey realized that this was a dead end, all it held was a hall closet. He skidded to a halt, breathing heavily. The creature had stopped, all sound having vanished.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
A clawed hand shot out from the darkness, and seized Joey by the arm. He tried to scream, but another hand wrapped itself over his mouth, and Joey was jerked into the darkness.
Sidenotes:
(Heh. I don’t think I’ve ever posted a fic/writing besides poetry. First shot at writing something slightly angsty? ... Not really. How do I classify this.)
(Decided to do a quick short story(?) for Inktober because why not. Inspiration whacked me over the. head with a mallet, I just had to. ^w^ b)
Inktober2018 day seven with Wally Franks from Bendy and the ink machine
~Enjoy!
Sheep sheep sheep it’s time for sleep
Rest your head it’s time for bed
In the morning you may wake
Or in the morning...
...
You’ll be dead
~Sammy Laurence, 2017
Happy inktober everyone!
Behold the great Joey Drew!
~Enjoy
Hybrid Inktober Day 3
Inktober: Official Prompt List - Roasted
BATIM Inktober - Cardboard Cutout
“Joey, it’s your turn to burn.”
Sidenotes:
(Here’s another character from Ren’s Universe- Boris Sachett.)
(Yes, Boris, you heard me.)
(Stay tuned for more lore this Inktober...)