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˗ˏˋ ❛ Well … ❜ ˎˊ˗

「 ✟ 」 ⋮ ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ . ⋮ ━━ He WANTS to give the woman a clear answer but he’s not quite sure himself. After he showed Joey how to make the ink machine ( and yet even that was messed up ), Bendy stopped keeping track of Joey’s satanic practices. He’d been far too busy with the showbiz life after all. Joey KEPT him busy; made sure there wasn’t a SINGLE moment’s rest. Or a moment to even keep track of him. It wasn’t like Bendy could ask SATAN either. No, the terms the two of them were on …

… Well, let’s say ’ bad ’ was LIGHTLY putting it.

˗ˏˋ ❛ My new boss, JOEY … probably summoned you to make you into a cartoon or somethin’ ? That’s what he did to me but I volunteered. ❜ ˎˊ˗

A pause. This was still quite strange. Even then, Bendy had come into this world as a toon; as the little devil darling that Henry drew up on the paper. This lady STILL didn’t look like a toon.

˗ˏˋ ❛ … But how come ya ain’t a toon yet ? ❜ ˎˊ˗

Zion had crossed her arms, moving to lean on the edge of the nearest desk as an eyebrow rose. Joey wanted to make her a cartoon? If that was the case, she was going to have a ball laughing in a human’s face.

Just as she was staring to laugh now at the whole idea of her being owned by any mortal. She refused it in life, of course she’d refuse it in the afterlife.

“Because I’d never call a human my boss. My job is to make deals and make sure they’re fulfilled, not to pawn myself off to be some human’s plaything.” And why in the world would he volunteer for something like that? Some demons didn’t make sense to her.

“I’m not interested in becoming any sort of cartoon. No offense or anything.”

#☠ IC ☠#instrumentsofcyanide #☠ Queue ☠

𝕋𝕠 ℍ𝔼𝕃𝕃 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂?

ᴡᴇʟʟ, ʙᴜᴅᴅʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ

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Indie Demon OC, Penned by Queenie

Follows back from @multedmuses

ℍ𝕆𝕄𝔼 | ℝ𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕊 | 𝕀ℕ𝔽𝕆

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instrumentsofcyanide‌:

「 ✟ 」 ⋮ ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ . ⋮ ━━ There’s a new broad in the studio … and one that Bendy didn’t quite think much of it at first. Certainly she must have been another new worker or perhaps even a visitor to the studio. Yet … when pie - cut eyes meet crimson hues … he RECOGNIZED it immediately.

A demon.

Now what was a DEMON doing here in the studio ? Was Joey messing with things again ?

˗ˏˋ ❛ Wait just a darn second … you’re a DEMON, right ? Did you get summon by an OLD MAN or somethin’ ? Because he … dabbles in that sort of stuff. ❜ ˎˊ˗

“Huh, I wonder what gave it away. What exactly are you supposed to be? It would be nice to know who summoned me. My boss is sending me on a lot of wild jobs lately.”

Zion let out a deep sigh, hand moving to pinch the bridge of her nose. In her near two decades of this job so far, she hadn’t been put on such strange jobs. She only wished she was given more information on potential deal makers before she hit the places.

“I just got here. You tell me. My name’s Zion. I am normally only summoned when someone is ready to make a deal. Though, you don’t look like the kind of thing my boss would want a soul from.

“If you wanna do me a favor, you can tell me who exactly it is that brought me here. So I can do my business and get to work.”

#☠ IC ☠#instrumentsofcyanide #☠ Queue ☠

bitevictim‌:

「 ★ 」 ⋮ ＶＩＣＴＩＭ． ⋮ ━━ Lately, Daddy’s been playing with things he shouldn’t have. Things like inventing machines that would literally scoop out one’s SOUL and put it into places where they shouldn’t be ( mainly animatronics ). But did Riley know that ? Did Riley know he was probably not supposed to be playing with that stuff that Daddy left out ? No.

And this is EXACTLY how a five year old winds up summoning a demon.

The child stares; widened blue eyes meeting blood red hues. The other could have easily passed off as a normal human if it WEREN’T for those eyes. She at least didn’t look as scary as an animatronic.

˗ˏˋ ❛ … Ummmm … how did you do that ? ❜ ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ ❛ Are you a MAGICAL FRIEND ? ❜ ˎˊ˗

RILEY.

Zion could only stare at the child for a good moment. She wasn’t shocked by teens summoning her fro shits and giggles but did this child even understand what he’d just brought in? Apparently not, as she’d noticed from the question.

Something felt off about this place, even for a creature like her. Going down to one knee to meet the child’s height, she tried to think of something to say. Where were his parents? Did they know he’d gotten into this stuff? If her own child had--

“Uh, sure. I’m a magical friend. My name is Zion, may I ask yours? I have a few questions for you, if that’s alright. Are you all alone, here? Do you have any guardians with you?”

#☠ IC ☠#bitevictim

horrificmemes

Existential Crisis Sentence Starters

For interactions in which your muses feel like having a deep, terrifying discussion about life.

“I wish I could go back.” “Did your life turn out the way you expected it would?” “Sometimes I think if I just did one thing differently, maybe none of this would have happened.” “What if we ran out of goals? What would we live for after that?” “I feel like I wasted too much of my time.” “Do you ever get that feeling like you’ve lost something you can never get back, but you don’t know what is was?” “I find myself missing things that I didn’t truly appreciate when I had them.” “Where do you think you would be if we never met?” “I hate thinking about the past and wondering if I ruined everything.” “Would you start over if you had the chance?” “I wish we could slow the whole world down.” “If you could take back one mistake, what would it be?” “If you didn’t wake up tomorrow, would you be satisfied with today?” “Sometimes my body just doesn’t feel real.” “I’m terrified looking up at the sky. It reminds me of how small I am.” “I wonder, in the grand scheme of things, if anything we do will make a difference.” “Do you ever get that feeling that you just don’t matter?” “Sometimes I forget that I’m a person. I just go through the motions.” “I think what you’ve got is called ‘dissociation’.” “Nothing feels real anymore.” “Don’t you get anxious when you realize time just keeps going and going?” “I sort of envy people who don’t get anxiety over just existing.” “You never know how much time you have left.” “Just think about how big the world is. You’re not even a drop in the bucket, we’re more like molecules in a drop.” “Do you really think, hundreds of years from now, anything we do will mean a thing?” “Maybe I need to stop thinking so much and just live.” “If you keep worrying, you won’t get anything done except for worry.” “Maybe we shouldn’t think so deeply about it. In the end, I’m not sure it matters.” “What do you want to be remembered for?” “How long do you think people will still talk about us after we’re gone?” “I think as long as you lived your life how you feel was right, it’s never a waste.” “Do you think everything happens for a reason?” “I’m not sure if fate is real, or if things just happen because they happen.” “There’s never enough time. You just have to make use of what you have.”

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˗ˏˋ ❛ We’d be responsible adults if we wreck the RIGHT things ! Like maybe Joe Draw’s desk ? Maybe we could pin it on someone else too ! That way, NO ONE will know ! ❜ ˎˊ˗

「 ✟ 」 ⋮ ＤＡＲＬＩＮＧ . ⋮ ━━ OREO.

“Now that sounds like a fucking party.” Zion don’t curse around the toons.

“I mean, when you can turn to smoke at the drop of a hat, I think we can make a quick getaway. But Hell yea. Joe Draw’s desk seems like a good start. But who’s getting framed?”

#☠ IC ☠#instrumentsofcyanide

crimson-petaldance‌:

“…It actually does work…?” Poppy didn’t think that she would ever get this chance. Maybe she should actually get some answers?

“U… Um, hi… S… sorry for waking you I just… couldn’t do this at any other time… Ma wouldn’t like it…. I… I was wondering if I could…. ask you something, since no one in town will even talk to me… P…please…?”

She didn’t care if she would go to hell for this… no one she knew really cared, either.

“Well, I’m definitely standing here. So it did most likely work. Unless you’re hallucinating and you just want to believe it did.” Zion, don’t be such an ass. She did have to admit, the stuttering did pull at her heartstrings if only a little. So, she moved to sit on the air, seemingly floating.

“Most parents wouldn’t. Summoning a demon alone? That’s ballsy, kiddo. But hey, you’ve caught my interest, and I am nothing if not a businessman... So, what’s your question? I’m all ears.”

Her face seemed unamused, but there was a specific tone in her voice that made her sound sincere, even if that, too, was fake.

#☠ IC ☠#crimson petaldance

hopeful-hugz‌:

“That’s when you make yourself at home, until another summon, dearie. They invited you in, so you don’t necessarily have to leave, right away. Imagine the look on their faces the moment their parents or caretakers walk in~”

Honestly, the voidling remembered the looks from when she used to work in a hive. “It never gets old, especially the delectable fear everyone gives off after. It’s a feast~!”

“So basically you’re telling me to raid their fridges anyway. Sounds about right.” She gave a nod of agreement, though the fear thing wasn’t really her ballgame. Get summoned, make a deal, ollie out. Well, until it was time for collection.

“Honestly, as much as I enjoy scaring the shit out of people, it’s not a feast unless there’s some kind of food involved. Like steak... God, I’m really hungry right now. For food though. Not fear. I wish fear could work like food for me.”

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