Watch out for the Ink Demon, be wary of the searchers, they may swarm. “Well… my advice is to stay on the upper floors, it’s safer there. Because she simply stared at them for a moment before shaking her head and holding their hands up, glove-like ink designs up to her elbows showed in the light. “No, not in the slightest, however, I am eager for world domination so I’m not so sure if I’m a great tell of what is and isn’t sane.” Whatever words poured out of Bonzy’s mouth, clearly Not-Alice wasn’t processing. “You seem not at all unnerved,” Not-Alice mused skeptically. ![]() Though, from the looks of this place, Bonzy might not be too far off the mark on that one. She looked like Alice if Alice were in the apocalypse. She wore a dress and had a weird-looking halo AND horns, and dark circles around her eyes like well-placed makeup or something. “Tried to save a friend, fell into some forbidden ink, and ended up here.” They sent another amazed look around the sketched-out world under their feet and around their sights when the woman waved to get their attention. When someone moved into the corner of their vision, they spun around, arms flared out, when a woman stood across from them, looking rather… unique. “Hey! You!” Bonzy’s fingers slipped off the bricks and they caught themself on the other wall in their startle. They were working their way up a few misplaced bricks on a wall when a voice caught their attention and nearly caused their demise. Wide-eyed, they held their hand up again, “Oh my god- am I an infinite source of drawing material now?!”Īfter a few minutes of mindlessly smearing ink over the wall of the fountain, writing things like “ Bonzy was here” and “ Inky-Fingerz ” and weirdly sketched bird-monsters, they finally decided to move on. “I feel like a violin should be playing,” they mumbled to themself as they inspected a sewn-together Bendy plush on the side of a toddler- do toddlers have a size ratio? “He’s jus’ a little lad,” Bonzy reached out and poked the plush, leaving the smallest dot of ink where they removed their finger. If Disney were hell… Bonzy thought, amused, as they pushed themself up onto their slightly-shaky legs.Īn upturned barrel here, a post that looked kinda like a broken ironing board- did they iron shirts in hell?-, and a massive Boris plush that looked like he was nearly decapitated (cool) later, the fountain was right in front of them. ![]() A fountain in the center of two grand stairwells leading upwards, the words “Heavenly Toys” read in a wonky font over the front of the fountain. Bendy, Boris, The Butcher Gang- all in slightly torn and draping banners. Now in a sitting position, Bonzy peered around the large room they were in.īanners hung from the ceiling in the images of the characters they’d seen drawn and redrawn hundreds, maybe even thousands of times over. Tbh I didn't think I'd be posting this to AO3. The whole thing is completed I'm just editing and posting every few days.Īlso credit to for the Creator/Henry soul-split story idea. One Archgate maintenance worker, an Archgate Pictures animator, and a Joey Drew Studios animator from a few years ago are trying to deal with the plot holes of BATDR with a few extra sides of LORE, by diving deep into the hellscape known as The Studio. Which of course led to them pushing themself up into a sitting position using these very same hands, feeling like their skin was dipped in wax as they flexed the fingers of their right hand in front of their face again. ![]() Two ink-warped hands came up into Bonzy’s view as they stared in wonder at their own smeared features. Golden freckles smattered across soft cheeks under the dim lights like small star spots on a young face. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 36297 Chapters: 9/18 Comments: 3 Kudos: 7 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 233Įyes blinked open, gold against the yellowed-out sepia of the studio in its drawn-out, animated form. why tf is found family NOT a general tag?.Young Bendy (Bendy and the Ink Machine).Bendy and the Ink Machine: Dark Revival Spoilers. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |