Last November, Monica’s sister who lives in California sent Monica to DaishoCon to find me (Mod Hell, not Bucky) and request an autumn/coffee Bucky. While Monica succeeded in finding me (and has in fact known me for six years) and I did indeed draw something in a fit of con-induced sleep deprivation, the scribbly mess remained in the back of my sketchbook for many months, unfinished. I finally found it again and finished it, and here it is. An autumn Bucky. I don’t know who you are, Monica’s sister, but this is for you. Sorry for the wait.
“Why don’t you just KILL me and get it over with?”
“Huh? Kill you?” The toon dropped his smile for just a moment. Was this real? Had those words actually just been said? The giggles came first. Then the giggles graduated to chuckles, then laughter, then guffaws, and finally full blown cackles. They echoed around the two endlessly, soaking them both in just how funny it was.
When finally, finally, Bendy had gotten it all out and the aftershock wave of giggles had passed, he rubbed the tears from his eyes. “Oh, Henry, you’re a RIOT. Trust me, if I’d wanted to kill you…” he took the man’s shirt in his hand and wrenched him up, speaking with an unhinged glee through gritted teeth, “YOU’D ALREADY BE DEAD.”
He let go as roughly as he could. Taking a few paces backward and turning around, breathing to compose himself. The squeak of his bulbous shoes made him wince. Every step, night or day, that noise followed him. Just another one of those things. He turned around and squeaked back to his captive, who was looking at the floor.
“Look at me, Henry,” he commanded. When Henry didn’t obey, he grabbed him by the chin and jerked up to look at him. “I said LOOK AT ME!”
The man’s eyes avoided his.
“LOOK AT ME BEFORE I START POURIN’ INK DOWN YA THROAT!” He screamed, pupils narrowing to unnerving beady dots and a few black drops dribbling over his eyes.
The threat seemed to pierce his thick skull; Henry’s pupils drifted begrudgingly to him. A smile came back to his face, but the ink continued to run over his face. “There’s a good boy. You know why I don’t wanna kill you?”
Henry didn’t answer.
“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!” Bendy screeched, tightening his grip on Henry’s lower jaw. More ink began to slowly melt over his face.
“Why?!” Henry blurted through his strained mouth, desperate to loosen the toon’s hand. It worked, a little.
“Because I’m a guy who likes bein’ fair. I think you’re only allowed to be as bad to other’s as they been to you. And you ain’t killed me, so congrats pally, you’ve done the bare freakin’ minimum that a normal person should do. But ya know what you did do? Henry?Buddy? Partner?” Bendy leaned in, bring his face closer and closer. Ink dropped off him like a leaking faucet, quickly covering his shoes and making a puddle on the floor. When he was less than half an inch away, Bendy spoke in a voice that was almost unrecognizable.
“You used me like the good little meal ticket I was. Got everything you wanted out of me. And then you left. Me. To. Rot.”
As if on cue, every last drop reversed its course, like someone hit rewind. It all flowed right back into him, leaving him the perfect immaculate Bendy he started as. “So nah, I ain’t gonna kill ya. I’ve got somethin’ WAY better in mind fer YOU. See, me ‘n’ Joey got ourselves a deal. I help him with his little, er… project… and he makes sure we never get pushed around and outta the spotlight again. This whole revenge biz? Icing on the cake.”
It was hard to talk with a hand clamped around his jaw, but Henry made the attempt anyway. What came out was complete gibberish but it did the trick. Bendy’s sadistic grin gave way to a curious frown. He released the immense pressure he was putting onto Henry’s face and leaned in, putting a hand up to his ear, smile returning.
“What’s that boy? What’re ya tryin’ to tell me, boy?”
“Bendy, this isn’t you. The Bendy I know, that crazy guy who kids all over smile and laugh, would never, ever, pull something like this.” The words were desperate, trying to recover some semblance of the little devil’s sanity.
Once again, the smile dropped off the toon’s face. The only thing left was a look of pure shock. For a moment, Henry dared to let himself believe that he’d gotten through.
“The Bendy you knew? The Bendy YOU KNEW?!” The toon’s gloves gripped the fabric of man’s shirt and began shaking. His screaming pierced the air, made Henry’s ears ring. Ink began to flow freely from the his body, quickly coating the floor and crawling up the walls. “YOU ABANDONED ME! YOU ALL JUST PUT OUT YA CIGGARETTES, CLOCKED OUT, AND NEVER CAME BACK! YEARS, HENRY! I WAS HERE FOR YEARS! WAITING, WONDERING, HATING ALL OF YOU. THEN FINALLY, FINALLY SOMEONE COMES BACK, JOEY COMES BACK AND HE’S GOT A PLAN! HE’S GOT SOMETHING TO HELP US! THEN YOU HAVE THE GRAPES TO STEP INTO HERE WITHOUT SO MUCH AS AN ‘I’M SORRY’?!”
The toons let go with one fist and pulled it back stretching his arm a few feet behind him. The fist whirled a few times, and for just a second, an ugly, distorted smile conquered Bendy’s face. Then it shot forward, colliding with Henry’s jaw. His whole head jerked to the side and as the dull pain quickly spreading, he started to feel lightheaded
“You don’t deserve the Bendy you knew. You’re stuck with me now.” Bendy lifted him up, stretching his legs to be taller, then dropped Henry back on the floor. With that done, the tormentor turned around. “Let’s see how YOU like bein’ trapped in here, forever followin’ the script some schmoe writes for you.”
THIS IS INCREDIBLE. I’m… I’m making this canon to the AU, yes, this is EXACTLY the kind of tone I’m looking for.
I just got back from modeling a student run fashion show for the second year at my college and gazonga it was incredible. I still feel a lil uncomfy showing my body but honestly it was an amazing time.
a/n: my first woozi fic, my first seventeen fic, my first kpop fic. this was supposed to be something really simple and silly, but my dumb ass had to go and add a bunch of sadness and backstory to it, as always. as you can see, it got dramatically out of hand. i’m so sorry, i hope someone likes it
~ in which you haven’t gotten off in like six months, and lee jihoon is the pleasure specialist, himself. (he’s also a little bit more than that.)
“I promise you, you won’t regret this,” Wendy reassured you, but they were words she always said right before she convinced you to do something that you definitely would regret. She’d used them very often over the past year, during which she’d somehow persuaded you into going on roughly thirty blind dates that she’d set up in her desperate attempts to get you “back out there.” You knew her heart was in the right place, but every single date had been a disaster.
The problem was that if she knew a guy who wasn’t already taken, there was a reason for it. The first set-up been with a guy named Jinho who still lived with his ex-girlfriend (in a one bedroom apartment) and adamantly refused to wear deodorant; one guy, Jinwoo, told you he had recently quit his job and moved back in with his parents because he hadn’t had enough time to play League; you’d tried so hard to will yourself to forget the second to last guy, but how could you forget the name (Daehyun) of someone who sat down across from you and proceeded to ignore you for the whole two hours it took him to eat a salad, baked potato, and two steaks before “suddenly realizing” he forgot his wallet, telling you he didn’t think you were his type, and leaving you to foot the bill.