Wanted to write a fanfiction about BATIM (Bendy and the Ink Machine), and especially about my new ship Bendalice (Bendy x Alice). I just put it on AO3 too, but whatever, I’ll post it here too! :P
This first chapter is Angst, but the next two will be Angst, Fluff and Smut, so be careful with the next ones and, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Said so, I hope you’ll enjoy!
Hidden very deep inside his soul for many years, there was a shocking emotion that made the little devil realize that the fallen angel wasn’t just a simple co-worker, or a friend, or a rival, or a family member to him; but more, so much more. Their peculiar bond was a little more… complex, unique, maybe genuine. In other words, somehow they were meant to be together, drawn and designed to truly belong to each other. But all the pranks, all the fights and all the teasing sometimes made everything difficult, especially after that particular night.
Voa’s Relevant Legal System As Summarized By A Voan Expat (And Good Riddance) Yellow:
Savo is leaning hard on a couple of things:
It is not illegal to, say, dare your school chum to go take a step into
the red district, even if they then actually do it, even if they then
skip their shower. It is not illegal to, say, while sleep-deprived with
a new baby, accidentally drop a diaper into the wrong receptacle and
then collapse with exhaustion and deal with it later, even if you are in
a hotel and forget to notify the maid. These laws are written with
cases like that in mind but they are written in such a way that they technically kinda
apply to “daring” some reds to touch food and then “forgetting to
notify” law enforcement. They are going to fix that but it was not this
way before he did the thing.
2. Voa is very, very hard line
on “you should be able to, as a private citizen without any actual legal
training, predict whether some thing you might do is legal or not and
if not how much, in advance”. Several parties, including Gov. Avalor’s (she doesn’t belong to it, it belongs to her),
are super, super serious about this, this is why the software written
in Voa has such nice readable user agreements and why you aren’t allowed
to do your own taxes anymore and stuff.
While it would obviously be the right thing from an international policy
standpoint to put a bullet in Savo’s stupid face, it would be a
(legally! just legally!) unprincipled exception to a very deeply held
standard. Apparently, he thought he was doing something legal, and this
isn’t because he read the law upside-down or something, and that
What they might be able to get him on is acting in a
formal capacity with malicious intent but he is making an incredibly
convincing case of being just that stupid and the tape of him eating polluted food like it’s nothing is actually helping him there.
like, his formal capacity is Allocator. Allocator is not some high
power position. Allocator is a nothing job for good-blooded morons
where most of what you do is “allow markets to work” and maybe “make
suggestions about tariffs”. All it would have done is get him a way to
talk to random packers and shippers. They’re not legislating this power
out of the position because talking to packers and shippers is not a power.
After that initial interaction with the… with the skeleton, Conan had begun keeping track of things. Slight comments, idle details, and minute references. And he really, honestly hadn’t found much. He was slightly surprised. Maybe that was what the other had meant by a Forget Code…. but what did that even mean in the first place. Walking, hands in his pockets, staring at the ground, he suddenly felt a chill up his spine. It was a feeling he recognized a bit too well, a sensation he was able to recognize because of many cases.
Someone was watching him.
Turning around, hand’s still in his pockets, he surveyed the scene, eyes narrowing. What details, what could he see? Good job, Kudo, looking at the ground like a moron. You weren’t paying attention to the scenery itself. He couldn’t tell if anything was off. He wasn’t even positive if something was wrong but…. Well, sometimes instincts know what’s best.
👓 “ If you’re following me, just come out. I know you’re there. ”