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[trashboatprince]

The Ink Demonth day one: Pride

I figured pride could work for a variety of ways with the word, but I decided to go with this version of the word.

My Wandering Sin Bendy, SINdy, and his original human self, Sinclair, are literally the same being so they identify the same! They’re proud of being aroace and agender! 

[wanderingsindy]

*Recently, I went digging around in my dad’s old office from the first floor of the studio, see if there was anything in there that would help with his memory problems.*

*I did find something, pinned between the wall and the desk. It’s an old photo with Dad in it, and two people I don’t recognize, but... they seem oddly familiar...*

*I showed it to Dad, since the holiday season is here, and there’s a Christmas tree in the background! He just looked at it for a while, got all quiet and stuff, I didn’t like it. Then he had this... really odd smile, it looked happy, but so sad, and then he said he didn’t know what it meant, but it had to be important.*

*He’s been singing Christmas songs in the recording studio for about two hours now, I wonder what he’s thinking. Confessional said to just give him some space, he’s trying to put things together in his head. Well, I’m gonna hold onto this picture, seems really important, maybe I can find out who the lady and the baby are if I keep digging!*

*Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season!*

[fullmetaldevil-blog]

Temper, Temper

Just a fun project with friends.

Sinclair belongs to @trashboatprince

Benny belongs to me.

[trashboatprince]

Felt like drawing a very good demonic boy today!

Sinclair, the human form of SINdy, tapping into his more demonic side. That, or the real demon in his soul, Confessional, is in control. You’ll never know. 

[trashboatprince]

How about "Things you said when I was crying" for Sammy and Juliet.

Holy shit, I actually got confused for a second cause I forgot about my girl Juliet!

For the SINdy the Wandering Demon au, Sammy has a wife in it named Juliet and their son is Sinclair, who is the soul that becomes SINdy. (And before I have anyone in my inbox, my Sammy is bi like myself, so there ya go) 

Takes place after SINdy and Sammy escaped the Studio and are finally reunited with Juliet.

If you wanna know more about the family, SINdy has an account here @wanderingsindy

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It’s been... a week, that’s for sure.

When Henry Stein, Juliet’s husband’s old co-worker, had contacted after her so long to tell her that Sammy had been found, and he was alive, she almost didn’t believe him. But she knew Henry to be an honest man, so she took his words for the truth. But when he had told her that he was going to meet her at her home, she was nervous.

It’s been almost thirty years since Sammy went missing after the murder of their son drove him into a spiraling state. Juliet has waited for the knock at the door, and was shocked to see Sammy there, looking almost as he had when she last saw him alive, just... more exhausted, the whites of his eyes an odd tint of gray, and with a familiar child besides him, who she hadn’t seen since his funeral.

There was a lot of talking, a long, terrifying story of a desperate father who made a huge mistake in order to see his son again. Of demons, angels, and ink people. Of how magic is real, other universes exist, and their son was alive, but now a demon with a fallen angel chained to his soul in order to keep him alive.

A heavy silence rested over there, the two adults still awake in the kitchen, while Sinclair, now in his SINdy form, slept soundly in the living room. Sammy let out a shuddering breath, looking down at the ground. “I’m sorry, Jules.”

“Why are you sorry, Sammy?” Juliet asked softly, looking at her husband.

“Because...” He looked up at her, his eyes wet, trying to hold back tears. “I did this, I caused you years of grief because I was an idiot. You had no idea what stupid idea I had in order to get back our son. I went insane with a cult and became an ink monster! Sinclair’s now a cartoon demon who can go to other worlds like our own! I’ve meet people from these other worlds, there were two Henry’s and two Joey’s to help us escape.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I nearly died so many times, I almost died before we escaped, I caused so much trauma for our son because of a demon I had made a deal with... and I left you alone, I didn’t talk to you about any of this, I didn’t let you know how upset I was... I can understand if you don’t want to see me again after all of that.”

Sammy blinked when he felt Juliet touch his arm, looking at her soft, brown eyes. She has a smile on her face as she moved closer. “Sammy, I’m just happy you’re alive, our son’s alive, and you’re home with me. You made mistakes, but you’re back, you’re safe, and I’ve never been so happy in my life.”

He looked at her, smiling just a little bit as tears escaped his eyes. “Still don’t know how you put up with a guy like me.”

“Cause someone has to, Sammy.” She laughed, kissing his cheek. 

[trashboatprince]

The Ink Demonth day eleven: bargaining 

Sammy made a terrible mistake when he made a deal with a literal devil just to get a second chance at seeing his son alive.

Always be specific of what you ask for, lest you have a monkey’s paw to deal with...

From my SINdy the Wandering Demon au @wanderingsindy

[wanderingsindy]

(It was Benny’s birthday the other day, and seeing as he’s SINdy’s best friend, I decided to write up a little one-shot for it.

Please note that this takes place AFTER SINdy and Sammy escape the studio and are trying to return to a normal life, so SINdy’s mother is here and he’s got his memories back of having been Sinclair Lawrence. If you have any questions, the ask box is always open.

Summery: Sinclair decides to surprise his best friend with his first attempt at baking, hopefully he likes it!

Warning: post-escape content, so very minor spoilers, but then again the timeline on this blog is all over the place

Benny the Stitched Demon belongs to @fullmetaldevil-blog while SINdy/Sinclair the Wandering Demon and Confessional the Sin Eater belong to me, trashboatprince, while Juliet Lawrence belongs to pretty much both of us

On with the fic!)

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The loud banging of pots and pans were was stirred Sammy and Juliet from their sleep, which could only mean two things. One, someone broke into their own, or two, their son was up to something.

The latter was the most likely answer and Sammy groaned, getting out of bed to check.

He stumbled into the kitchen, waking up completely as he found the room a mess. It was like something from a cartoon, and considering the figure who was at the counter, that made a lot of sense. He found Sinclair, in his human form, stirring away at a mixing bowl, covered in flour and chocolate powder, having no idea that he was being watched.

“Sin, what the heck are you doing?” He asked, watching the boy nearly jump two feet in the air. Golden, pupil-less eyes looked over at him and the boy smiled, gesturing to his always-present sign, propped up against the coffee maker nearby.

*Today’s Benny’s birthday! I decided that this year I’m gonna make him a cake! I already let him mom know I was gonna do that, but he has no idea!* The sign’s demonic ink writing said while Sinclair looked rather proud of himself.

Juliet peeked over her husband’s shoulder, eyes wide at the mess, before noticing the sign’s writing. “Oh... oh, sweetie, maybe you should have asked before getting into stuff.”

Sinclair blinked, looking around at the mess. Flour was everywhere, he had dropped two eggs, and he had pulled out a lot of pots and pans while looking for the cake pan. *How come?* The sign read. *I didn’t wanna wake you guys up and I wanted to try this on my own! I’ve helped Mrs. Connor a few times, and even Grandpa Gingie’s let me help, but I wanted to try on my own for Benny!*

“And that’s fine, but you... should still ask, especially since you know you’re not supposed to mess with the stove.” Sammy sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Sinclair seemed to consider this, getting down from his step stool, looking sheepish as he approached with his sign. *Am I in trouble? I promise I’ll clean up the mess!*

“You’re not in trouble,” Juliet gave him a tired smile, “but you really should ask first. Come on, let’s finish this up and then we can clean up while it bakes. Are you following the instructions?”

This made the demonic boy blink. *Instructions?*

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After making a second attempt at the cake, in which Sinclair learned that you actually needed to follow a recipe instead of trying to go off of memories of different recipes from different people, the chocolate cake was baking in the oven.

The boy ignored Confessional’s comments in his head about having warned him to look through the cookbooks on the counter before making any attempt at baking. He thought he had it handled, but apparently he had a lot of learning to do!

Like right now, as he watched his mother preparing a raspberry spread for the cake. She had told him that it was a tasty bonus to an already delicious treat, and having filled two cake pans, this would keep the two layers together.

A quick change from human to toon had Juliet finding her son looking like a Bendy knock-off, happily sitting on the now-clean countertop, watching her as she mixed the spread. It was still taking some getting use to, even after a few months, but she loved SINdy as much as she loved Sinclair, which was a lot, considering this was still her boy, it was just... a bit alarming at times.

“So, how are you going to give him the cake, isn’t he in another universe?” She asked as she set the bowl aside and moved to work on making the frosting, letting him help measure out the chocolate for it.

*I’m gonna personally deliver it to him!* SINdy’s sign read as he grinned proudly. *He’s got some stuff coming up on Halloween that’s also for his birthday, I think more stuff is happening then, but I want to give him this today!*

“Do you know what he has planned?”

*Nope! It’s a surprise! It always is, and I love it!* SINdy’s grin grew. Juliet was aware of Benny, having met him a few times since her lost husband and son returned to her life. He was... interesting, a living doll who also looked like Bendy, but not.

He was just as childish as Sinclair, and the two were clearly close. She didn’t really know his whole story, outside of SINdy once explaining that he had his own studio he was locked inside of and suffered years in there as well, but he escaped with his own Tom and Allison and was happily living with them.

Juliet was just happy her boy had a friend, back when he was a living human thirty years ago, he had wasn’t good with other kids. Being a selective mute didn’t help, and now with his lack of voice and relying on a demonic sign... well, it was still troublesome, but he clearly had made friends in other universes! That had to count for something.

The cakes finished and the singer had the demon help her set them aside to cool. “Now, once they’re cooled down enough, we can put on the spread and the frosting. Then you can go bring it to him, but for now, why don’t you got wash up and play.”

SINdy smiled and jumped from the counter, his form changing back to Sinclair, still covered in flour and chocolate powder as he happily ran off to get cleaned up for the day. 

Juliet smiled, watching him leave the kitchen before she let out a sigh. It’s been a few months, but it was still going to take a lot of time to get use to the fact that her once-dead son was back and was now a demon of sorts.

An hour later found Sinclair in the kitchen, carefully using a frosting bag to decorate the cake as best as he could. Despite having spent a while running around with no arms and only floating hands, he still was a bit unsteady with his artistic skills. 

Leaning back, he grinned brightly, rubbing a bit at some of the ink leaking from his eye at his little drawing. He had made an attempt at drawing Benny on the cake, which wasn’t easy with frosting, but the gesture was obvious. It had HAPPY BIRTHDAY written on it and some of the blank space was occupied by star patterns and the like.

“Looks good.” Sammy commented as he peeked over his son’s shoulder. “Now, don’t run with that, don’t want all yours and your mom’s hard work to go to waste.”

*I got it!* Sinclair nodded, getting off the stool he had been standing on and grabbed for the dish cover Sammy had gotten down from a shelf for him. He was gonna have to be very, very careful, it was glass!

He put the cover on the cake, smiling proudly as he took the dish off the counter, standing in the middle of the kitchen. He looked at Sammy and Juliet, seeing the nervous looks on their faces. With a roll of his eyes, he held out the dish and hands appeared from thin air, his mother jumping at the sudden apparition.

In Sinclair’s transformation into SINdy was still shocking, the appearance of the demon Samael, or Confessional as Sinclair called him, was something she would never get use to. She tensed up, watching as a figure appeared out of nowhere, a bit of smoke coming from the human-looking figure.

“I’ll hold onto it for him, better I do it than him, what with his rough landings.” Confessional smirked, dark eyes looking at the boy who stuck his tongue out at him.

Sinclair turned back to his parents, pouting a little, before giving a wave. *Be back soon!* 

A dark puddle of ink formed under the two demons and they sunk into it, the puddle vanishing without a trace when they entered the inky blackness.

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The landing was better than expected, SINdy tumbled out of the wall of Benny’s hut, landing on the pillows under it with a little grace still intact. Confessional stepped out without any problems.

*I’m getting better.* SINdy huffed, dusting himself off as he took the cake from his companion demon, who only chuckled as he vanished into a whisp of smoke. 

Whatever you say, kid. Now, off you go, you have a cake to deliver.

SINdy smiled as he remembered why he was here and left the hut, making his way to the backdoor. He set the cake down and knocked on the door. It took only a few moments before the door was answered and he was looking up at Tom.

“Oh, hey, SINdy.” Tom greeted with a small smile. “Looking for Benny?”

SINdy nodded and Tom called for the plush demon over his shoulder. There was a muffled reply from somewhere else in the home and Tom turned back to the demon in front of him. “He’ll be with you in a second.”

It didn’t take long before SINdy spotted his best friend, rushing towards the backdoor. “SINdy!” Benny greeted, stepped past Tom to give him a hug. “Wasn’t expecting you today!”

SINdy happy returned the hug as best as he could before pulling back. *Of course I’d be by! It’s your birthday, and I’ve got you something!*

Benny blinked, before a big grin came to him. “You got me something? What is it?” 

Holding up a finger, SINdy moved and lifted up the dish, his hands holding it above their heads do Benny couldn’t peek at it. Tom moved aside to let them in, getting what SINdy was trying to do, watching as the two toons moved towards the kitchen table. SINdy set the dish down on it and gestured to it.

Quickly, his form changed to Sinclair and he motioned for Benny to get closer. “Happy birthday, Benny.” He said in a very quiet, raspy voice. It was extremely rare for the boy to speak, considering the damage done to his throat, but he considered this a good time to use his voice, after all, it was a special day!

“Aw, thanks, Sin!” Benny grinned, going in for another hug before looking at the covered treat, gasping. “A cake! You got me a cake!”

*Correction:* Sinclair’s sign read, *I made you a cake! Well, Mom and I made it, but still! Chocolate and homemade raspberry spread!*

“No way!” Benny’s eyes widened, practically shining. “Tom, can we have some of this now?”

Tom, who had been standing nearby, chuckled. “I’ll ask Allison first, no getting into it until we know what she has to say.”

“Okay.” The plush demon nodded, still looking excited, and a wee bit peckish as the tasty treat before it. “Haha, did you draw me? Your artistic skills have improved, you captured my good side!”

He got a snort from the boy next to him. *It’s a talent!* 

It didn’t take long for both Connors to return and Allison was holding a camera. She smiled, getting her son and his friend in close to take a picture of them with the cake. “Alright,” she said, looking at the photo, “you can have a slice, but don’t eat it all at once.”

The boys looked ecstatic as Tom moved to cut the cake for them, each one getting a good size piece. It didn’t take them long to dig right into it, both enjoying the delicious treat.

When they finished, the two went out to play for a bit before it was time for Sinclair to go home.

“I’ll be seeing you for Halloween, yeah?” Benny asked, rocking back and forth on his feet, still giddy from the surprise visit and cake.

*Of course!* Sinclair nodded. *Got my costume ready and everything! And if we time things right, we can trick or treat in my universe!*

“Let’s do that! Double the treats!”

*Yes! We can talk more later, but I gotta head home.* He opened the portal on the wall, looking back at his friend, his grin wide and true. *Happy birthday, Benny! Can’t wait to celebrate more of it with you!* 

END

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It’s a bit late, but I hit a little roadblock with writing it, haha.

I hope you guys liked it! :D 

[trashboatprince]

SINdy with 👶 their family

A rare glimpse of Sinclair, the child who will eventually become SINdy the Wandering Demon, as a younger child, learning the piano with his father, Sammy. 

He wanted to make music for cartoons like his father from a very early age, about four-ish.