#rip bendy

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[hatterladz]

I think one of the big things that's different with pre-Labyrinth Bendy and post Labyrinth is that it feels like Bendy is extremely apathetic now. Now obviously yk, dissociation, trauma duh all that stuff

But also one of Bendy's driving motivators was Boris. Boris was the one pushing Bendy into doing the right thing, leading to Bendy having a huge impact on the people around him, and while that impact is still there, it's quieter and more likely to look over. He's withdrawn and distant.

Because his little brother that always pushed for Bendy to be a better person turned around and betrayed him. He still loves his brother and is even more protective of him then before but he doesn't interact with him much

Ontop of the betrayal I think he's withdrawing because of regret and self loathing about bringing Boris with him and putting him in the position he did. Maybe even guilt about withdrawing in the first place.

He's going through life on autopilot and he doesn't have the person he used to rely on for helping him in the right direction

[cornhighlights]

Opposite ending?? Projectionist beats Bendy to a pulp in chapter four. (What if he had a bull whip? Poor Bendy)

Lol I’m just imagining the Projectionist either going full rabid mode

Or like just

[daddybendy]

ask50sbendy replied to your post: Wait a sec how tall is daddy? ))

im sobbing he could kick any bendy at that size and they would fly into orbit //

[ryan-sign-guy]

Even Hellish monsters like Bendy run out of breath. Especially chasing humans. Gave this idea to @chris-ser but decided to draw it myself Got the idea from: www.youtube.com/watch?v=346m3B… Enjoy Bendy (c) TheMeatly Games

[hatterladz]

Ya know rereading Inky Mystery is so helpful? Because I forgot that Bendy has always been irritable and just as likely to snap just, in a different flavor. It's just demon puberty cranked everything up and now he has to rely on good old emotional repression to avoid getting into problems since, again, demon puberty. Compared to earlier when he'd openly rant and rave or occasionally pick fights with people if he thought there was a good enough reason. Now he's just in his chair like "I'm confused and I am stressed and if I lose this tight grip on my emotions then I risk turning into a man eating monster and never turning back"

[welll-thats-annoying-cowboy]

“Boss!!!” Cuphead turned to see the little bunny man run in the room. “Beh? Whatcha want kid, ‘m busy here!” Cup sneered at the man, but then the bunny handed him something. In his outstretched arms was a basket. A dark woven basket with a red bow tied around the handle, and the Darling family crest sewn to the bow. Cuphead snatched the basket, not even bothering to look at the man before him. “Leave.” “Y-yes boss.” And with that the bunny scurried out the room, slamming the door behind him. This left Cuphead alone again in his makeshift “office”. He put the basket on his desk and popped open its lid, but didn’t open it. This had better be good. Cuphead had been losing sleep the past few nights over the Darling family. Bendy never showed up to their meeting. And by doing that, their truce was dissolved automatically. And the kettle family was already facing losses from this. Cuphead glanced up at the clock in his room. Tik tik tiking away. It was a gift from bendy. “Maybe with this you’ll actually be on time for once in your life.” The demons words echoed in his head. Cuphead smacked himself. Now wasn’t the time to be yearning for something he couldn’t have. He returned his attention to the basket, and finally opened it. He half expected a baby with how heavy the basket was, but no. The only thing he could see, was letters. Letters, letters, more letters and even more letters. And at the bottom of the basket, was wine. A bottle of the most expensive wine cuphead would probably ever hold in his life. He stared down the bottle. He felt a pit in his stomach open up as his eyes scanned over the label, again, and again, and again. He knew this bottle. He could so easily imagine the perfectly manicured claws opening the lid, and pouring a glass. That glass being pressed against an evil smile, the words “The day you get to try this will be the day I die cupsy.” Falling from those cruel lips. Cuphead blinked and the memory was gone. His hands were shaking. He didn’t remember the last time his hands shook. Cuphead set the bottle down. He reached into the basket, and pulled out one of the letters. Bendy’s initial initials were signed on this envelope. He set it on the table, and pulled out another. Bendy’s initials. He pulled out another, same initials. And another, and another…and another… 74 letters. 74 letters sat in front of him, all neatly tucked into their envelope with the Darling wax seal lovingly pressed on each one. And 72 of them had Bendy’s name on it. But two did not. Cuphead stared down at the odd letters in his hands. C.D. And BB.D. Campbell. Campbell darling was Bendy’s dad. And BB must have been Bonnie. Bendy’s son. With shaking hands Cuphead ripped open Campbells letter first. He didn’t know why, but something about it seemed less intimidating. Before opening it up, he looked back at the wine bottle sitting on the desk. “The day you get to try this will be the day I die cupsy.” Rang in his head again. Cuphead hadn’t noticed his hands were shaking so bad the letter slipped out of them. It floated down to the floor with the grace everything in the Darling family seemed to have. He looked down. The paper opened. It landed face down. Sometimes life really did feel like a cruel joke. He picked it back up, but his lip and turned it over.

“Bendy is dead.”

The first line. The first line of the letter and already Cuphead’s heart felt like it fell out of him and into the hellfire below.

“Bendy is dead. My son died 4 days ago, Friday, 6:37 am. An hour before he was supposed to meet you for truce discussions. I must apologize for no one showing up, we would like to extend our hand…” after that Cuphead’s eyes glazed over. He read through the whole letter, read through a few times actually. None of it stuck with him. Nothing other than that first line. Bendy was dead. He looked back up to the bottle.

Bendy was dead.

Chalice and Mugman gave each other a look. Something was wrong. They sat there, in their own private booth, at Cuphead‘s favorite restaurant. With no Cuphead. He was supposed to meet them there. It was already odd that he wasn’t there 20 minutes before anyone else with his favorite beer already in hand. But it had been a half hour over the planned meeting time. And still no Cuphead. The pair had themselves a strangely awkward dinner, which they wrapped up as quick as possible to go fine where Cuphead was. With some info from their lackeys, they found out Cuphead hadn’t left his office all day. Now they were REALLY worried. The two approached the well-known door with a burnt hand print ingrained in the wood. Chalice went to knock, but Mugman stopped her. They looked at each other for a moment. The silence in the air was interrupted by something. Crying. Cuphead didn’t cry. He hadn’t cried once since they were toddlers. No way he was sitting in his office crying. Mugman opened the door. The only light in the whole room was cups busted old desk lamp. It showed the silhouette of him hunched over his desk, surrounded by piles of ripped up envelopes and showed one bottle of wine sitting next to him, unopened. Cuphead was staring down at the letter in his hand. The paper was covered in tear stains, only half of which belonged to Cuphead. It was the letter written by Bendy’s son, Bonnie. Cuphead probably read it a hundred times by now. Each time the words only sinking deeper into his porcelain skin, feeling like they’d make their home there and never leave.

“My dad only ever loved 10 things in my life. Me. His siblings. My grandparents. Nicotine. Wine. and you. I don’t know why my daddy loved you. I just hope you love him too.”

That was all the letter was. Cuphead had met Bonnie plenty of times before he was a respectable young man, although a little creepy, unsettling even. But that applied to the whole family of demons. Never once did Cuphead ever think of Bonnie as a child. But this letter felt like a scared child wrote it to him. Half the ink was smudged and the paper damaged with tears. The corner of it was even torn from Bonnie’s claws. When Cuphead first read it, he didn’t believe it. Love. That was a strong thing. Love…but then he started reading the letters from bendy. It was made clear that Cuphead was never supposed to see these. No one was ever supposed to see them. A few of the letters described how silly Bendy felt writing his thoughts, and just stuffing them in a drawer to be burned later. But Everything was in these letters. Every little thought and want Bendy ever had about Cuphead was in these letters. Some of them were written out beautifully like he may have intended to send them, and others were just quick scribbly writings of a man who wanted.

Cuphead looked up at the bottle.

Bendy was dead.

He was dead.

Cuphead picked up the bottle, and popped open the cork.

“The day you get to try this will be the day I die cupsy.”

Cuphead tilled his head back, closing his tried eyes, and felt the liquid flood his mouth and fall down his throat.

He knew this taste. It tasted like the mouth of a demon. Like villainous teeth and a sharp tongue. The taste reminded him of ruby eyes that stared into his soul. Eyes that picked him apart from the inside out. The taste reminded him of hands that traced every crack on his ugly body and found every way to seemingly crack him open to expose every vulnerable part Cuphead kept hidden away from the world.

Cuphead looked at the bottle. It tasted like warm nights filled with cigar smoke and careful laughter, a night of quick touches no one would see.

Bonnie’s letter ran through his mind one more time. “I don’t know why my daddy loved you. I just hope you love him too.”

It tasted like Love.