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insane-control-room · 4 years

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Mirrored Gravity

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Shawn had gotten quite used to strange things going on in their cottage. Things like Wally, Sammy, and Thomas sleeping on a couch all piled one on top of the other. Marina and Linda making a sculpture out of moving ink, then setting it ablaze. Gonner’s odd experiments with wires and potions. But this?

This took the cake.

Twisting the ring on his finger, a forming habit, he managed to comment on the situation.

“Wills.”

“Yeah?”

“Why are ye on the ceiling?”

“Huh?”

“Yer on the ceiling.”

“I am?”

Willy glanced at himself, and found Shawn to be correct - he was, indeed, on the ceiling.

“Huh. So I am.”

“Do you know… why yer defying the laws of physics? Or how?” Shawn asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but his intrigue dumped excitement into his tone. Willy shrugged. “No clue at all?”

“No, not really,” the man confessed, the soft red of his mouth contrasting with the rich dark tones of his face as he yawned and stretched. “It’s not exactly an everyday thing, ya know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Shawn nodded, then leaned against the wall. “How do ye suppose we’ll get ye down from all the way up there?”

Shawn had a point - the ceiling of the cabin was rather high up, and had Shawn not looked up to determine where the slight sound of snoring was coming from, it would have been unlikely that anyone would have spotted the snoozing janitor.

“What do you think about a rope?” Willy suggested. Shawn nodded and headed out to the shed to grab the coil that rested there. When he returned, he tossed the end up to Willy, who snatched it out of the air. “Try and pull me down.”

Shawn pulled - and then rose up along the rope himself, with an exclamation of surprise.

“Wills?!”

“Uh, if you’re gonna ask if you’re comin’ up, the answer is yes!” Willy yelled, but with an incredulous look on his face. “Stop! Go back down the rope, quick!”

Shawn scurried backwards, and his toes brushed the floor once more. He and Willy looked at one another and burst out laughing.

“Number one, I’ve got no idea how to get you down,” Shawn guffawed, “And number two, hell! That was weird as all hell in a soup pot!”

“Yep, I’m with you on that!”

Shawn twisted his ring again, and Willy bit his lip, and tried to swim through the air. He looked like a puppy in water for the first time - hovering in the same place despite the effort and will to move along.

“What time is it?” Willy questioned. “Maybe when Gonner gets back from school she can figure out somethin’ to get me down.”

“It’s twelve,” Shawn answered after glancing at his watch. Willy groaned. “I know it’s a pain, muirnín, but she’s not gonna be of use. We’re gonna have to figure this one out on our own.”

“Well, then, let’s think,” Willy replied. “How would you get down from a ceiling?”

“I don’t think I would be on a ceiling in the first place,” Shawn responded with ease. Willy nodded, and sighed a, “That’s fair.”

“Now, what about… um, ya demon?” Shawn fumbled. “Mirror. Mirry. Can that lil’ bastard do anything to help?”

Willy looked over at the corner of the ceiling.

“He’s too busy laughin’ his tush off,” Willy pouted. Shawn wanted to kiss him, and then climbed up the rope that Willy still held and twisted in nervous knots. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it off dumba- Oh! Hello, Shawn. What’re ya doin’ up here?”

“I’m gonna give my absolutely gorgeous fiance a big kiss, ‘cause he’s the cutest fella I’ve ever met in my whole life,” Shawn stated, before putting his hands on the sides of Willy’s face, pulling him close and kissing his nose, then his lips. “There. How was that?”

“Lovely,” Willy giggled, then noticed - “We’re on the floor.”

“Oh, are we?” Shawn looked down, lifting his toes and finding his heels firmly on the polished wood floors. “Wow. That was some trip, if ye ask me.”

“It was,” Willy agreed, and pecked Shawn’s cheek. “I guess that I just had to feel like flyin’ to come back to earth, doncha think?”

Shawn erupted into full laughter, Willy’s soft giggling accompanying it. He wrapped his arms around Willy, swaying slightly in time with the rhythm of the turntable, until he realized that no one had turned it on, and it certainly was not playing when he came in from his walk.

“D’ye hear that?” he murmured by Willy’s ear. The man cocked his head, like a dog might, and nodded. “The turntable’s on fer some reason.”

“Leave it on,” Willy coaxed him, kissing his cheek with a smile Shawn could feel. “It’s nice. Wanna dance?”

“With you?” Shawn felt his heart flutter. “Of course. I’d love to.”

They turned and swayed, as though they were reeds by the shoreline, soft water wafting around them, only them in the ocean of their home. It was a genuine, sweet, lovely, fun, wonderful time for them both, each laughing and humming along to the beat.

“Oh, I love ya,” Willy sighed, smiling, leaning up just a tad to kiss Shawn. Shawn grinned broadly, and kissed him back. “I’m so happy you’re here, with me….”

“I’m happy yer here with me, too,” Shawn beamed. “And that we’ve got the family, and everythin’, and everyone, and can work together… I’m so happy we’re here.”

“Do you think our house is haunted?” Willy asked, not quite out of nowhere, but Shawn certainly was not expecting it. His head lifted from Willy’s shoulder, looking into his eyes with some surprise. “Well, aside from Mirror. But he normally’d tell me if something supernatural was goin’ on in our vicinity.”

“What do you think? Do you think it’s haunted?” Shawn looked around, his eyes resting once more on Willy. Willy shook his head. “Well, that’s good enough for me. Maybe Mirror built up some extra power he couldn’t control. What do you think o’ that?”

“Possible, possible,” Willy nodded, smiling. “As said in ‘Sherlock Holmes’, once you rule out the impossible, what remains however shocking, must be the truth, or somethin’ like that, but our problem is that what happened was, according to most people, ‘impossible’.”

“Y’know what?” Shawn rolled his eyes, and dipped Willy, making him laugh. “I don’t quite think I care enough to find out what caused it. What matters is yer safe down here on earth with me.”

“Agreed,” Willy’s chuckle was infectious, and Shawn found himself grinning as his fiance kissed his cheeks, once left, once right. “You’re my lovely leprechaun, you know? LepreShawn. It works, doesn’t it?”

“Terribly,” Shawn wrinkled his nose, but his eyes twinkled. “Terribly well, that is.”

***

The next incident occurred while they were at work. Shawn was happily stitching away at his quota of dolls, prideful that it was coming along smoothly. Johan did not mind one in every few dolls to have crooked smiles, he laughed and remarked that it gave them personality and would make them collectors items, and Shawn was more than happy to agree, remarking that the man’s ass could also potentially be a collector’s item. Whist Joey was clearly not amused, Henry certainly was.

“Is there no time that you don’t think about fella’s butts, though?” Willy had questioned later, brown eyes sparkling with mirth. Shawn could just imagine the kick Mirror was getting out of those words, and decided to indulge the man.

“Not really,” Shawn shrugged one shoulder to keep his grip on his paintbrush. “All this irish brain thinks about is butts and stuff.”

“And stuff?” Willy rose a brow, his lips twitching in amusement. “What kind of stuff?”

“How much I’d like to sweep you off your feet,” Shawn replied, finally looking up to the man - and realizing that he was hovering beside his loft, not merely standing beside him in his usual work station. “Um. Wills? How’d you get up here? Some sort of voodoo hoodoo magic again?”

Willy looked down.

“Huh. Didn’t notice again,” he remarked, pursing his lips. He looked so positively adorable that Shawn just had to kiss him, and so he did. Willy shrieked as gravity grabbed him, and his arms instinctively wrapped around Shawn’s shoulders and pulled him down with him. Luckily, they landed on two giant plushies, a Boris and a Charlie. They looked at each other with wide eyes, bursting into laughter and surprise. “I’m really startin’ to think that Mirror is up to something with doing that.”

“That whippersnapper tryin’ to make us kiss?” Shawn laughed, and Willy laughed happily along. A mischievous light Shawn adored came into his eye. He leaned close to whisper in a sing-song tone, “Somethin’s on your mind….”

“We can fool him, if you wanna know how,” he replied, grinning coyly. “Play the same trick back, if you will.”

“Oh?” Shawn felt an excitement bloom in his chest as he grinned in return. “And just how do we do that, muirnín?”

“Listen closely,” Willy replied, then cupped his hand by Shawn’s ear to whisper his plot. Grinning ever wider now, Shawn marveled at the cleverness of his Willy. After he finished muttering his plan, he looked at him. “What do you think, Shawn?”

“Absolutely great,” Shawn replied. “And I’m one hundred percent certain that I can get the trio’s help to make it work all the better. Even if they don’t wanna, I’ve got blackmail.”

“Even on my own brother?” Willy gasped in mock offence. Shawn stammered an excuse, silenced by a kiss. “Don’t worry, I’ll never tell him. Go on ahead. Have fun. I wish there would be a way for you to see Mirror’s reaction to it all, but alas, there ain’t.”

“I’m sure that Jameson would be happy to relay it to me,” Shawn shrugged. “It’s still a great way to get back at him.”

‘Get back at what?’ Mirror asked, returning from his foray into the lighting system after the couple had come back to earth, in that literal sense. ‘Gonna ambush Thomas for stealing his belt? Gotta see that!’

Willy only answered the demonic fae with a smile.

***

“G’night Shawn,” Willy yawned, snuggling into bed beside his partner. Shawn, wrapping an arm around him and giving a gentle squeeze, kissed his forehead. “I love ya. See ya in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Willy,” Shawn hummed. “I love you, too.”

Before long, the sleepy janitor was in dreamland, and Shawn knew that Mirror was too - unlike usually. Mirror was out like a light, thanks to some magic spells of binding that Joey found for them.

Shawn slipped out of bed, and let in Jameson and the three boyfriends.

Jameson glanced around, then up at the ceiling corner. He nodded with a slight smile.

“Alright,” Shawn whispered, feeling his own smile grow. “Let’s do this, then.”

***

Mirror, groggy, stretched out each unnatural joint in his body, neck cracking in forty places.

He found everything, everything, upside down.

Even the pictures on the walls.

Confused by the situation, he looked around, seeing Willy and Shawn still cuddling in bed, in their upside down bed.

He had no idea what was happening, and even his unending humor seemed quenched by the encapsulation of his world literally upside down.

Needless to say, he disliked it. Immensely. He poked Willy’s face with a fingerlike claw to wake him fully, and the man rose a brow as he gazed at him.

‘Why is everything on the ceiling,’ he demanded, his voice crackling without humor, but with confusion and mild curiosity. Willy only tilted his head in question to understand. ‘You’re on the ceiling.’

“I most definitely am not on the ceiling,” Willy mumbled in reply, snuggling back into Shawn’s side to stifle his laughter. “You’re on the ceiling.”

‘I am not!’ Mirror gasped, then spasmed with mirth. ‘How can I be on the ceiling?’

“Maybe you lost track of how gravity works,” Willy cuddled closer to Shawn. “That’s something a demon like ya could do, right?”

‘I don’t think so,’ Mirror replied, and burst out into laughter, some shocked, some self incriminating. ‘I’m pretty sure that ain’t somethin’ I can do.’

“You can’t switch off gravity?” Willy inquired, peering at him with one eye. “That’s not one of your nut job abilities?”

‘It is, though I am limited to my tormentees,’ Mirror guffawed, then froze, looking at Willy with big eyes that still held merriment. ‘Oh ho ho, Mister Clever Willy, caught me red handed, huh?’

“Precisely,” Willy replied, smug. Shawn poked his head up, looking to his fiance. “G’morning, Shawn.”

“Top o’ the mornin’ to you, Willy,” Shawn yawned. He grimaced after. “Feels weird to wake up like this. Did the demon fess up?”

“Just did,” Willy flipped off Mirror, making the devil stick his tongue out at the two. “Apparently he can’t switch off gravity for everyone.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he secretly could,” Shawn muttered. Mirror settled onto Willy’s head, shrinking to be a size relative to a ping pong ball. “Er, Wills, question.”

“Yeah, love?”

“How the hell do we get down from here?”

Everything had been nailed to the ceiling. And they were taped to their bed. Willy had evidently not thought of that.

“Um.”

“Very much um.”

***

It took a while, effort, and Shawn falling flat on his face, but in time, they managed to get down and right everything to its proper location. Shawn counted about three hundred nails before he lost track, and Willy was snoozing on the couch yet again from the work out.

Shawn looked over the edge of his book when the motion of Willy stretching his arms caught his eye, and to his surprise, he noticed Willy floating once more, about two feet above the couch’s cushions. It was, admittedly, the perfect height for Shawn to put his arms under him to hold him, even weightless, so he did. Acting on his impulse merely was something Shawn tended to do and benefited (or lost) from doing so.

“Hello, darling Willy of mine,” Shawn greeted the waking man. Willy grinned and kissed him, and plopped into Shawn’s arms. “I love you. Floating or not.”

“I love you, Shawn,” Willy responded happily. “It looks like Mirror wanted to get the last laugh. Kudos to him for the effort, doncha think?”

“Yep,” Shawn beamed. “All in all, ‘twas an excellently fun time for all of us, I suppose.”

Willy glanced over his shoulder and frowned for a moment, rolling his eyes.

“What did Mirror say?” Shawn asked with curiosity. Willy shrugged. “Aw, come on, tell me!”

“He commented on a threesome idea,” Willy grumbled, and Shawn laughed. “I’d rather not have that spawn of the devil involved with you and me.”

“And I’m pretty sure he was only joking, Willy,” Shawn assured him. Willy sighed and nodded. “He did do a good job of making us weightless though.”

“I’d rather have another kiss.”

“Anything for you, muirnín.”

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dilfdoctordoom · 4 years

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Literally all the oc questions I’m 👀📝

Urs... you’re my favourite person ever. Let’s get into this.

scarlet - What would your OC do if they found a mysterious sack of money just left unattended?

Okay, before Coast City gets blown up... Autumn tries to return it to their owner. There’s probably a small moment where she considers keeping it for herself, but, like, she’s a hero. She’s gotta do the right thing here, she’s pretty sure there’s a rule about it somewhere.

After the Coast City debacle... she doesn’t hesitate to keep for herself. Does she need it? Not really. Does she care? Also not really. She’s at a very selfish point in her life & is kind of... apathetic to other people.

amber - What would your OC do if they found out their significant other(s) are cheating on them?

Oh... this would be a mess. It doesn’t matter if it’s before Coast City is destroyed because Autumn’s already full of trust issues & if someone cheated on her... she’s already mentally unstable, people, stop hurting her.

She’d go to Hal, no matter what. Would that end well for her significant other? Good God no. Hal does not need a satantic cricket taking him for a joyride to commit murder for his protege, okay, he was down for that like two weeks after meeting her.

There’s definitely a messy break-up, because Autumn is generally a dramatic person, but something like this? Yeah, she’s torched their place. It’s on fire and she does not care.

Absolutely follows it up by crashing with either Hal or Carol & if she does go to Carol, then Hal will arrive with her favourite take-out. May bring her to beat up bad guys.

honey - What would your OC do if they lost a treasured possession? Imagine that there is no way this item could be replaced or bought again, that it is 100% gone forever and they can’t get it back.

She goes insane and commits mass murder. Autumn would probably freak out. Like, she’s got a little arrowhead necklace from Roy & she doesn’t wear it anymore (she hasn’t since Coast City) but it means everything to her & if she lost it... she’d be a wreck. Roy doesn’t even talk to her anymore & it’s pretty much all she has left of their friendship, the only thing that remains & yeah, it’d mess with her if she lost it.

And, well. It’s firmly established that this girl cannot regulate her emotions in a healthy manner.

seafoam - What would your OC do if they ever got stranded somewhere or lost? They have only a few basic supplies with them and have no idea where they are and are completely alone with only themself to rely on.

As shown... a lot... if Autumn’s on her own for too long, she loses her mind and starts to blow stuff up. She’s stranded on some alien planet with no way off? Nobody’s coming to get her? She’s alone for an extended period of time? Her powers are going haywire. She’d probably try to calm herself down, but it wouldn’t really work.

Honeslty, pre-Coast City Autumn would actually handle it a lot better. She has literal endless faith in Hal, Guy, John, etc, & convinces herself within minutes that they’ll find her. All she’s gotta do is survive & since Ollie’s taken her on so many camping trips, she reckons she’s fine.

cerulean - What would your OC do if time suddenly froze only for them?

Like, okay, Autumn in the beginning? She engages in assorted shenanigans, really dumb pranks that’ll never be able to linked back to her. She absolutely frames Wally for a few. They’re all pretty harmless thiugh & it’d take her a while to freak out, even slightly, because she’s accustomed to weird stuff happening & is like... ‘oh is this what we’re doing today? cool i’m drawing a mustache on martian manhunter’s face’

Later, she’s using it for murder, I don’t care. Time freezes, she realizes what’s happened & is like, well, I guess I gotta kill Slade Wilson, don’t I?

lilac - What would your OC do if they found a baby abandoned on their doorstep in the middle of the night?

She freaks out! Like, I’m putting this when she’s an adult so... she doesn’t fully trust herself around kids? I mean, look at Rachel; she did almost kill her. And babies are so fragile, she’s almost definitely holding this one wrong, oh god, she’s gonna crack their skull.

She brings the baby to Guy, in the end, because a) she trusts him & b) he’s a social worker, he’s gonna know what to do with a baby.

(Guy, meanwhile, is genuinely amused that she seems terrified by a baby. Trigon? Fine, no problem, she can handle that. A small human? This is it, this is how the entire world ends).

peach - What would your OC do if someone confessed their love to them?

There’s been, like, three people to tell Autumn that they love her in a romantic sense... when Arisia told her, Autumn was practically bouncing off the walls because her amazing, talented, beautiful girlfriend just told her that she loves her, oh my god, this is literally the best day of her life. To be honest, if anyone in her previous relationships had dropped the L bomb, she wouldn’t have been so okay with it, but her & Arisia have been friends for years.

Dick tells her that he loves her eventually &, uh, she doesn’t handle it that well. Like!!!! Autumn doesn’t think she deserves Dick in any way & she especially doesn’t think that she deserves his love, not after everything that’s happened. She’s also a lil dumb because every single ‘I could never hate you’ was a low key declaration of love.

When Kory tells her, it’s after Dick & Auutmn have suggested that idea of all of them beingin a relationship. I mean, let’s be honest, Autumn’s been in love with Kory for a while (seriously... Autumn, you don’t platonically think about your friends like that, there’s no such thing as platonic make out sessions, please grow a brain cell xoxo) & that goes both ways! And Autumn & Dick wouldn’t even be having that comversation with Kory if they weren’t very seriously committed to the idea of being with her, so... yeah, tht one goes down very well.

pearl - What would your OC do if a natural disaster hit their home? What would they do in the aftermath?

[insert wheezing here]

chocolate - What would your OC do if they were forced to sacrifice one of their most beloved people to save another of their beloved people? Only one can survive.

Okay, so!!! Matter of the fact is, Autumn, my sweet darling angel, would sacrifice literally anyone for Hal, even Dick. He is the single most important person in her life. Like, honestly, if Parallax had outright said that he needed Autumn to come with him... that’s it. She’s gone. He’s her family, in a way that nobody else really acomplishes, because he’s the only person that Autumn’s ever truly vinerable with.

So, yeah, if she whas to choose between Hal & anybody else, Hal wins. Hal & the universe? She picks Hal. He’s really not the biggest fam of this but, uh, he’s the same.

She would put Dick over a lot of people, too. He’s never gonna reach Hal’s level, but, yeah, she’d let a few people die for him.

If it ever came down to her picking between him & Hal though... she’d hate herself, but she knows who she’d pick. She always does.

pitch - What would your OC do if they were being interrogated for valuable information? *bonus* What would they do if this interrogation turned down a darker road e.g torture?

It... depends on who’s doing the interrogation, to be honest. Because, like, it has happened to her a lot. Girl has been taken into government questioning over things like the GLs but she does not talk. Autumn is loyal to a fault & it’s very hard to get her to crack.

Unless you’re Sinestro, in which case... yeah, fun added bonus of easily being able to emotionally manipulate her.

When it comes to torture... hm. Before everything that happened with Casot City & Parallax, I’d say it’d eventually work on her. Like, faster in her younger years, slower when she’s older, but ultimately, yeah. She’s between the ages of 13 and her early twenties, so she’d definitely crack eventually.

After that whole shit show, though? Lmao, no. No form of torture is gonna get through her. Exception is, of course, Sinestro for the sheer emotional pain it’d cause, but beyond that? Not happening. Although, honestly, in the direct aftermath of everything... who the fuck is even gonna try hurting her. Who even has the balls.

#q & a #oc: autumn alita #URS ILYSM YOU'RE AN ANGEL #en knee ways... autumn is just... wow. i love her. i should post about her more on this blog

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ask-joeydrewstudios · 6 years

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Similarly Spiteful, Chapter 5

[submitted by: @disneyphantomlover]

“Who the Hell is Ross?”

Sammy Wes blinked, his stomach dropping out for a minute. He wasn’t sure what made him so nervous: the fact that Henry Ross wasn’t in this version of home, or the fact that there wasn’t a version of Henry here or at his home… He swallowed a moment, scanning Sammy’s face for a moment. “….Henry Ross? Used ta’ be the Head Animator?”

A black eyebrow rose up, and Sammy Wes’s fears were immediately put to rest. “Oh… Henry. …He’s still an animator here. His last name’s Batim though, that threw me off.“

“Bay-tim?” That was a bizarre name… Wait. “He’s still here?”

The darker haired man stared up to him, and the expression on his face told Sammy Wes that he might as well have asked if water was wet or fire was hot. “Yeah… Hell, I don’t think that man ever leaves this place half the time. He’s a dedicated man, I’ll admit that."

The blond snorted a moment, staring at his half-finished cigarette in his hand.

”….Why do you say ‘used to’?“ Did his own voice always sound so quiet when he was asking something so delicate? Probably not… But Sammy Wes reached up, taking a long drag of his smoke before attempting to answer.

"My Henry was drafted about eight months ago. …. Out of him, me, and Joey, he was the only one forced to sign up. They didn’t want Joey since he’s got a bad leg, or a skid row like me. …Joey didn’t take the news well.” He paused to take another drag, and breathed out a large plume of smoke. He hadn’t taken the news well either, but at least he’d been there with half the studio to see Henry off to his deployment.

“….It sounds like you’re friends with Joey.” Sammy had finished with his own cig, and was about to grab his carton from before. Sammy Wes held up a hand, and was reaching in his back pocket to pull out a small compact box.

“I am. It’s the only reason I didn’t throttle your Joey earlier. …Want a cigar instead?” Sammy nodded his head, and Sammy Wes took out two thick cigars before putting the box away. He handed one to his double, and started to search his pockets for his box of matches. “… I don’t know how it is here, but I was one of the founding members of the Studio when it first opened. It was just me off the streets, n’ Ross and Drew outta school. We made the first cartoon on our own, and we all literally lived in the studio for about a year.”

He was pretty sure he saw Sammy’s brown eyes bug out for a minute, and he quickly stopped talking. He could take a wild guess and assume that the smaller Music Director was having a hard time processing all of that. “…You’re bullshitting me.”

Sammy Wes couldn’t help himself. He pulled out his old wallet from a back pocket, quickly scanning the thin pieces of paper and money to find what he was looking for. He smiled as he found a folded picture, carefully pulling it out and unfolding it for his double to look at. It was a picture of the First Year Anniversary of Joey Drew Studios, with the Army of Three smiling in the foreground. “The one on the right is Drew, and Henry’s on the left side.”

Sammy leaned forward in his chair, scanning the picture for any type of nonsense or alteration. “…This is bullshit.” He shook his head for a moment, but didn’t let go of the picture. “And I thought you and I looked different. ….Didn’t you say the studio was named ‘Sillyvision’?"

"Oh it is. It started out as ‘Joey Drew Studios’. But Ross and I teased Joey about it so much he changed it after the third year it was open.” He snickered to himself at the memory, and pulled out the box of matches he’d been looking for earlier. Pulling out a single matchstick, he held it to his cheek and struck downwards. He used the now-lit match to light his cigar, holding out the match for Sammy. He held his cigar to the small flame, letting it smolder before bringing it to his lips. The blond breathed in the noxious and comforting smoke before huffing it out.

“….My turn for bullshit then. …You saw Bendy earlier?” Sammy Wes nodded in affirmation, and rose his own eyebrow at what his double was about lay on him. “Well, he’s not the only one.”

“…Bullshit.”

Sammy smirked, huffing on his own cigar before looking up to him. “Joey, in his infinite wisdom or lack thereof, brought Boris and Alice to life as well. …You have those characters too, right?”

He nodded, quickly waving off the last question. But that still left the earlier statement to react to. “…Goddammit, Drew."

"That’s pretty much what I said."

Sammy Wes shook his head, bringing up a hand to run through his hair. Somehow, he had no doubt that if his Drew had the means, he’d bring the cartoons to life. But that was impossible. Plus, Drew considered anything occult as nonsense. To find out that this version of Joey Drew actually dabbled in it had been yet another shock. But… Now he was curious. Were the toons similar in personality to the drawn ones he knew of? ”…You think they’d be surprised seeing me?“

Sammy smirked rather evilly, answering "Oh definitely.”

Sammy Wes sneered, looking toward the door. Maybe he could have a little fun… Pranking others had always put his mind at ease and put him in a good mood. Certainly that wouldn’t be different now. “Well. I’ll leave you to our work. I rag on Joey for deadlines as is, I bet you need the quiet as well.” He pushed himself off of the wall, taking long, even strides out the door.

There was a time and place to have fun. And if it kept him from freaking out a little bit, he’d go ahead and indulge himself. And it wasn’t as if Sammy had objected at all to the idea. He hadn’t heard a damn thing, but he had noticed the Cheshire cat like grin out of the corner of his eye before he turned a corner down the hallway. So Sammy Wes started his way down to the merch floor, already feeling a bit more at ease about this whole thing. Heck, it wouldn’t hurt to be a little curious. There was a handful of others he wanted to talk with and see how they stacked up against those he knew. He was not a typically curious person, but…. Well. The studio was his home. He could be curious about his home, right?

….He stopped in the middle of the hallway, looking down at a small ring of keys on the floor. Ohhhh, he knew who these were. Good to know some things didn’t change after all. Bending down, he scooped up the keys and tucked them into his front pocket.

Not two seconds later, he could hear Wally’s groan was walking down the hallway, apparently retracing his steps. He fought back the urge to grin, simply walking past the janitor and whistling to himself.

“Oh come on! I just had them!”

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((Sammy Wes you’re a lil shit.))

((little shit indeed, wally needs those :’D remember when i said i was loving the character interaction? it continues, i really like how these two talk to each other and how they exchange differences between their two universes. It’s really chill and relaxed, its Great. and I can’t wait to see how your sammy deals with the toons xD thank you for the fic!!))

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #joey drew #henry batim #sammy lawrence #wally franks #submission #fanfic #crossover #sammy wes lawrence #disneyphantomlover #similarly spiteful

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