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((Ding Dang Darn it))

((DO YOU EVER GET REALLY HECKIN’ BUSY AND FORGET TO KEEP UP WITH THINGS YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY GONNA START BACK UP AGAIN, HECK))

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((Tada! Have a small, regular Bendy doodle to show that I’m not dead and I would really like to get this ask blog up and running again. Or maybe it’ll get revamped, even. It’s time to believe, y’all.))

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((YAAAAAY, I GOT AN EXCUSE TO DRAW THE ADORABLE CHILD, I LOVE BENDIE SO MUCH)) 

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Later on: 

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((everybody does it, ink demons are no exception.))

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((You guys are gonna kill him. One day he’s just gonna melt into a happy little puddle of ink and Boris is gonna have to carry him around in a bucket.))

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[s4kurablossoms]

Important Post

Alright. I hate to ask for help, but I’m tired of being manipulated and emotionally abused. I’m 18 and living in my parents basement with my Fianceé. The Story is My parents have been emotionally abusive ever since I gained free thinking when I was a kid. My father sexually abused me and my mom made me feel like it was just an okay thing and thank God it never happened again (to my recollection) but ever since they always belittle me for even the stupidest things. (Ie: I am depressed there for I’m lazy and act like a bitch) I had to beg for years and only now have I gotten depression medicine and the emotional abuse has just gotten worse when I came out as trans.

I NEED OUT

While I have a job, the wage I’m making isn’t enough for me to live on. Therefore I’m opening up emergency commissions soon, listing my paypal link and set things up so you can buy me a coffee if you’re feeling generous.(I’ll do little askblog like drawings of Cuphead or batim related things)

Please please please spread this as much as you can, I’m begging you. You don’t have to donate but I would feel personally indebted to you if you can.

Thank you so much and more details to follow.

Sammy (<-My preferred name)

Links:

ko-fi.com/galaxyquartz

paypal.me/SarahJanuszko

[s4kurablossoms]

@sithlord-robotdaddy @acie-gracie @lunarmangodragon

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[galaxythebat]

“Nono! Bud, you’re fine. It’s just-” She sighed, scratching her neck. “Not many Bendys are very nice or friendly. It’s kinda raised a fear around any of em. Seeing you, though. So blindly kind, it’s good.”

[toontime-townhouse]

“Heh… well…,” he placed a hand on the back of his head, attempting to find the right words, “I guess I… might be a bit naive. I’ve never gotten ta leave the studio, after all. Don’t have much experience with the outside world or anyone in it.” 

He shuffled his feet awkwardly before continuing. “It, uh… kinda worries me that there are so many versions’a me that are… not good. I mean, I guess I can see why they’d be that way if they went through the same stuff I did, but still…” 

[galaxythebat]

“Not all of them… Well. How to put this. Not all of them really think twice about it. It doesn’t matter what they’ve been through or that there’s no purpose to being how they are. They just… Are.” She sat down, cross legged, and thought for a moment. “It- it must be pretty terrifying. Knowing there isn’t just one of you, knowing there’s more than one, knowing that… Hm. Just, knowing that you are just one of many.”

[toontime-townhouse]

He sat down next to her, absentmindedly playing with his sleeve. “…. I guess. It sure was a surprise when I found out, I’ll tell ya that.” He paused in thought for a moment and chuckled. “Then again, I wasn’t ever s’pposed to exist like this at all. So it’s not the first weird thing that’s happened ta me,” he smiled sheepishly. 

[galaxythebat]

She coughed, nails raking her neck surprised. “Wait, WHAT?” A lot of people would find it sad or strange that someone else wasn’t supposed to exist. Galaxy, however, knew that far too well. She’d never admit it though.

[toontime-townhouse]

Bendy shrugged. “Yeah… I mean… I’m a toon. Toons’re s’pposed to be on paper and television, and that’s it. But my creator decided he wanted a toon in the ‘real world,’ and somehow figured out how ta make it happen.” He glanced down at the ground, continuing to fiddle with his sleeve. “Toons.. really aren’t meant to be in a world like this. It’s a lot darker. And the rules of reality are all different. It’s…. strict. And breakin’ ‘em can make for some… uh… not-so-good results.” 

[galaxythebat]

She relaxed, like, far more than she should’ve. “Well, ya, but what’s the fun in following all rules of reality or the real world? There’s a bunch of real life toons I’ve met. They don’t exactly follow the rules. Then again, everyone is different. If you’re happy, that’s all that matters, right? Doesn’t matter if you were supposed to exist or not. You make existence matter.”

[toontime-townhouse]

He smiled weakly. “Yeah…. I guess yer right.” Bendy moved from playing with his sleeve to needlessly straightening his bow tie as he thought. “… if I could break a rule without any problems….. I’d like ta find a way to be able to leave the studio. So… I’m not trapped anymore.” He looked up, staring out in front of him as if he could see through the walls out into the world, “There’s SO much out there. And I’ll probably never get to see it.” 

[galaxythebat]

“Don’t doubt that pal.” She said slightly sadly, as if speaking from personal experience. “Ya never know, you could get out. There’s a lot out there ya, but it doesn’t take long to see if ya know how. And again, a lot to see, but after a bit there’s nothing to do. World has a lotta bad.”

[toontime-townhouse]

He nodded, glancing back down at the ground for a moment before turning to look at her. “I can only leave the studio for a few hours,” he explained, “the magic in the ink machine’s what keeps me an’ Boris alive. If we’re away from it for too long…. “ his words drifted off for a moment, and he momentarily got lost in his own head, imagining what it’d be like if he went out one day and couldn’t get back to the ink machine in time. He shook his head as if the motion would clear the imagery away. Then he turned to her. “Anyway though… what’ve you seen out there in the world?” 

[galaxythebat]

“Some bad stuff. Including myself, of course. Out there, real people find themselves to be their own bad guy. Other than that…” Her wings shifted to cover her back a bit more. “A lotta bad people and just in general bad things. I wish I could stay inside. A lot of my friends… Don’t really like me anymore.”

[toontime-townhouse]

Bendy tried to stop himself from fidgeting as he thought of what he should say. "Gee.... when ya put it that way, it doesn't... I mean... Henry told me about a bunch'a good things. I know there's bad stuff too, but I was.... kinda hopin' there wouldn't be that much." He suddenly realized he was still fiddling with things, this time pulling at his hood. He brought his hands down and clasped them together to keep still. Then, after pausing for a moment, he spoke quietly. "... I like ya. Ya seem real nice ta me."

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"Aaugh, we lost internet again when I was tryin'ta get back to ya! We really gotta fix this..." ((My living situation keeps changing and I keep losing access to the internet, I'm so sorry! I'm trying to get it figured out, I promise!))

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"And then it went out again! Jeez... I have no idea how ta fix it either. Any'a you guys good with computers? Eh heh...." ((I'm SO sorry about the lack of posts, it's killing me. T_T My living situation keeps changing, along with my access to the internet. I hope to get a permanent place with permanent internet soon!))

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“Introducing yourself through song, eh swapfellsans123? I think we’ll get along just fine.” XD 

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[galaxythebat]

“Nono! Bud, you’re fine. It’s just-” She sighed, scratching her neck. “Not many Bendys are very nice or friendly. It’s kinda raised a fear around any of em. Seeing you, though. So blindly kind, it’s good.”

[toontime-townhouse]

“Heh… well…,” he placed a hand on the back of his head, attempting to find the right words, “I guess I… might be a bit naive. I’ve never gotten ta leave the studio, after all. Don’t have much experience with the outside world or anyone in it.” 

He shuffled his feet awkwardly before continuing. “It, uh… kinda worries me that there are so many versions’a me that are… not good. I mean, I guess I can see why they’d be that way if they went through the same stuff I did, but still…” 

[galaxythebat]

“Not all of them… Well. How to put this. Not all of them really think twice about it. It doesn’t matter what they’ve been through or that there’s no purpose to being how they are. They just… Are.” She sat down, cross legged, and thought for a moment. “It- it must be pretty terrifying. Knowing there isn’t just one of you, knowing there’s more than one, knowing that… Hm. Just, knowing that you are just one of many.”

[toontime-townhouse]

He sat down next to her, absentmindedly playing with his sleeve. “…. I guess. It sure was a surprise when I found out, I’ll tell ya that.” He paused in thought for a moment and chuckled. “Then again, I wasn’t ever s’pposed to exist like this at all. So it’s not the first weird thing that’s happened ta me,” he smiled sheepishly. 

[galaxythebat]

She coughed, nails raking her neck surprised. “Wait, WHAT?” A lot of people would find it sad or strange that someone else wasn’t supposed to exist. Galaxy, however, knew that far too well. She’d never admit it though.

[toontime-townhouse]

Bendy shrugged. “Yeah… I mean… I’m a toon. Toons’re s’pposed to be on paper and television, and that’s it. But my creator decided he wanted a toon in the ‘real world,’ and somehow figured out how ta make it happen.” He glanced down at the ground, continuing to fiddle with his sleeve. “Toons.. really aren’t meant to be in a world like this. It’s a lot darker. And the rules of reality are all different. It’s…. strict. And breakin’ ‘em can make for some… uh… not-so-good results.” 

[galaxythebat]

She relaxed, like, far more than she should’ve. “Well, ya, but what’s the fun in following all rules of reality or the real world? There’s a bunch of real life toons I’ve met. They don’t exactly follow the rules. Then again, everyone is different. If you’re happy, that’s all that matters, right? Doesn’t matter if you were supposed to exist or not. You make existence matter.”

[toontime-townhouse]

He smiled weakly. “Yeah…. I guess yer right.” Bendy moved from playing with his sleeve to needlessly straightening his bow tie as he thought. “… if I could break a rule without any problems….. I’d like ta find a way to be able to leave the studio. So… I’m not trapped anymore.” He looked up, staring out in front of him as if he could see through the walls out into the world, “There’s SO much out there. And I’ll probably never get to see it.” 

[galaxythebat]

“Don’t doubt that pal.” She said slightly sadly, as if speaking from personal experience. “Ya never know, you could get out. There’s a lot out there ya, but it doesn’t take long to see if ya know how. And again, a lot to see, but after a bit there’s nothing to do. World has a lotta bad.”

[toontime-townhouse]

He nodded, glancing back down at the ground for a moment before turning to look at her. “I can only leave the studio for a few hours,” he explained, “the magic in the ink machine’s what keeps me an’ Boris alive. If we’re away from it for too long.... “ his words drifted off for a moment, and he momentarily got lost in his own head, imagining what it’d be like if he went out one day and couldn’t get back to the ink machine in time. He shook his head as if the motion would clear the imagery away. Then he turned to her. “Anyway though... what’ve you seen out there in the world?” 

[chilly-the-snow-buddy]

Looks like Bendy wants a friend , oh wait…Friendly Bendy help him.

[toontime-townhouse]

((DO NOT HURT THE CHILD HE IS INNOCENT)) 

[toontime-townhouse]

“I only got ink here though, so ya might have ta bring extra snow or somethin’.” 

[chilly-the-snow-buddy]

Why bring snow when I can MAKE it snow! *starts snowing in the studio somehow* Alright let’s do th….. Hey where’s Boris? Anyway, let the studio winter begin! * Throws Snowball*

[toontime-townhouse]

Bendy’s eyes widened as he watched the snow fall. “How…. how’dya….?” Before he could finish his question, the snowball hit him square in the face. Stepping back in surprise, he nearly slipped as he shook his head, blinking the snow out of his eyes. 

“Oh, okay, I see how it is.” He grinned mischievously, gathering just enough snow off the floor to make a snowball of his own. Imitating a baseball pitcher, he leaned back and threw the thing as hard as he could. “Boris!” he called, “come back me up, buddy!” 

[chilly-the-snow-buddy]

“Chilly! Chilly!” The snowman said as he made a bobsled course in the studio, “ But before that, Chilly wants to continue snowball fight!”

[toontime-townhouse]

Boris peeked out from the hallway, tilting his head in confusion at the winter wonderland that was suddenly the studio. 

“…. what the….” He was about to walk away again, not really prepared to deal with this new predicament, when Bendy called him one more time. 

“BORIS!” he shouted, bending down to scoop up more snow. “JOIN MY TEAM!” 

Boris stared for a moment. Was this a result of his friend’s…. internet interactions? A lot of strange things had happened in his life in the 3D world, but this was something he’d never expected, that was for sure. Sighing, he slowly made his way into the room where the battle was taking place and leaned against a wall. Bendy turned, looking at him expectantly. 

“What’re ya waitin’ for??” he asked, turning back around to lob another snowball at Chilly, which veered off to the right and knocked a can of soup off a shelf instead. Bendy cringed. His aim… needed some work. He formed another snowball, throwing it at Boris and forcing him to catch it. 

“GO!” he grinned as he started to make another snowball of his own. Boris looked down at the thing for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not he should really get involved. Shrugging, he finally took a few steps forward, aimed for the little snowman, and launched the snowball towards him. 

[chilly-the-snow-buddy]

The amount that Boris threw must have been quite heavy, for there was loud !BLAT! ………………………Boris hit the little snowman! Bendy’s jaw dropped to the floor by how Impressive Boris’s accuracy was. Shaking his head to get back into reality, Bendy made sure that his friend was okay…………On the other hand ,Boris, thankful that the event was over, decided to go back into the depths of the studio. *SCREAM OF THE DAMNED* Boris sprinted towards the winter wonder land trying to find the source of the sound. Finding Bendy halfway melted…..Boris….Witnessed……..Chilly……………………..Decapitated………………………………………………..   

[toontime-townhouse]

Boris froze at the sight, immediately overcome by guilt and confusion. He hadn’t thrown the snowball THAT hard… did he? 

Bendy glanced back at Boris momentarily when he heard him run in before turning back to Chilly, reaching out towards him hesitantly with one hand as he wiped dripping ink out of his eyes with the other. His voice shook.

“…. is he…. oh my god…  Chilly? Please don’t be…. Boris, what do we do??” 

His fingertips gently touched the snowman’s head. Bendy’s mind was spinning. Snowmen lost their heads in the movies all the time, right? He couldnt REALLY be hurt…. right? Flashbacks of the past began infiltrating his thoughts. He couldn’t move. 

[chilly-the-snow-buddy]

“CHILLY!’ was the word that broke the silence. “Chilly doesn’t like you touching him with your drippy hand!”…………….”DO YOU HOW HARD IT IS TO KEEP CHILLY’S SNOW CLEAN?!” 

[toontime-townhouse]

Bendy just about jumped three feet into the air when the snowman suddenly spoke. 

“OH my god!” he blurted, covering his mouth with his hands. Realizing Chilly must be alright after all, Bendy felt a wave of relief wash over him. He slumped down against a nearby wall. 

“Jeez, you… you scared the living hell outta me.” he said, placing a hand on his head and wiping away the melting ink before it could run down his face again. “We thought you were…maybe….” his words trailed off, and Boris, who was also quite relieved but less shaken, took it upon himself to finish the sentence for him. 

“Dead, maybe.” 

[chilly-the-snow-buddy]

“If Chilly were dead, Chilly would be splatted up against the wall!”

[toontime-townhouse]

“Well… I guess we know that now,” Boris replied, glancing at Bendy. Bendy stared at Chilly. 

“… but you’re okay then, right? You’re not.. hurt or anything?” he asked tentatively. 

[chilly-the-snow-buddy]

“Chilly is fine!, now my body…where is it?”

[toontime-townhouse]

Having been so wrapped up in making sure Chilly was alright, Bendy had completely forgotten that they needed to actually FIND the rest of their snowman friend. He turned to look around the room. 

“Uh… good question,” he muttered. There was already snow everywhere, it could’ve been anywhere in the room. 

“Did it get covered up by the rest of the snow?” Boris asked, briefly glancing around as well. 

[chilly-the-snow-buddy]

“Chillys body will probably stand out from the hills body is probably roaming around.”

[toontime-townhouse]

Bendy nodded. 

“Oh... okay. Then.... uh... I guess we just have to look for moving snow.” He stood up to get a better view of the place in hopes of spotting the little snow body somewhere. 

[toontime-townhouse]

[galaxythebat]

“Nono! Bud, you’re fine. It’s just-” She sighed, scratching her neck. “Not many Bendys are very nice or friendly. It’s kinda raised a fear around any of em. Seeing you, though. So blindly kind, it’s good.”

[toontime-townhouse]

“Heh… well…,” he placed a hand on the back of his head, attempting to find the right words, “I guess I… might be a bit naive. I’ve never gotten ta leave the studio, after all. Don’t have much experience with the outside world or anyone in it.” 

He shuffled his feet awkwardly before continuing. “It, uh… kinda worries me that there are so many versions’a me that are… not good. I mean, I guess I can see why they’d be that way if they went through the same stuff I did, but still…” 

[galaxythebat]

“Not all of them… Well. How to put this. Not all of them really think twice about it. It doesn’t matter what they’ve been through or that there’s no purpose to being how they are. They just… Are.” She sat down, cross legged, and thought for a moment. “It- it must be pretty terrifying. Knowing there isn’t just one of you, knowing there’s more than one, knowing that… Hm. Just, knowing that you are just one of many.”

[toontime-townhouse]

He sat down next to her, absentmindedly playing with his sleeve. “…. I guess. It sure was a surprise when I found out, I’ll tell ya that.” He paused in thought for a moment and chuckled. “Then again, I wasn’t ever s’pposed to exist like this at all. So it’s not the first weird thing that’s happened ta me,” he smiled sheepishly. 

[galaxythebat]

She coughed, nails raking her neck surprised. “Wait, WHAT?” A lot of people would find it sad or strange that someone else wasn’t supposed to exist. Galaxy, however, knew that far too well. She’d never admit it though.

[toontime-townhouse]

Bendy shrugged. “Yeah… I mean… I’m a toon. Toons’re s’pposed to be on paper and television, and that’s it. But my creator decided he wanted a toon in the ‘real world,’ and somehow figured out how ta make it happen.” He glanced down at the ground, continuing to fiddle with his sleeve. “Toons.. really aren’t meant to be in a world like this. It’s a lot darker. And the rules of reality are all different. It’s…. strict. And breakin’ ‘em can make for some… uh… not-so-good results.” 

[galaxythebat]

She relaxed, like, far more than she should’ve. “Well, ya, but what’s the fun in following all rules of reality or the real world? There’s a bunch of real life toons I’ve met. They don’t exactly follow the rules. Then again, everyone is different. If you’re happy, that’s all that matters, right? Doesn’t matter if you were supposed to exist or not. You make existence matter.”

[toontime-townhouse]

He smiled weakly. “Yeah.... I guess yer right.” Bendy moved from playing with his sleeve to needlessly straightening his bow tie as he thought. “... if I could break a rule without any problems..... I’d like ta find a way to be able to leave the studio. So... I’m not trapped anymore.” He looked up, staring out in front of him as if he could see through the walls out into the world, “There’s SO much out there. And I’ll probably never get to see it.”