Henry Stein has finally snapped after one too many loops. No one in the studio is safe, apart from those he counts as friends.

Ben is the only reminiscent of Allison Angel left. He's mischievous like any thirteen year old and even longs to try the unusual food called 'Salad' he's read in books. His father Tom is super annoying and very strict, especially with the ink demon hunting them like dogs. However, the young boy will soon come to realize that there is more to his being than he originally thought.

'Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, how do you measure, measure a year' A what-if plot based around the Henry and the Ink Machine AU on Tumblr by thelostmoongazer.

(Sequel to In This Together) The Stein family had come a long way since their days trapped in the studio, enjoying their freedom and the new lives they've made for themselves. But everything isn't as perfect as it seems and the darkness is creeping back into their lives. They should have known the Liar wasn't done with them yet.

He had always felt something special when he was near music. He was always drawn to the sweet melodies it produced, from the simple tunes to the grand masterpieces. It was more than love, much more. It was something different, a connection with the notes.

Two Angels, so eerily similar and yet so different. One's reputation is one of fear ,the other's has been tainted, perhaps beyond fix. The whispers of the blinded grow louder but can the angel prove she's not her double? In response to "Writers Anonymous Mistaken Identity Challenge"

After escaping the studio, Thomas and Allison are finally able to have a happy life with a new daughter. However as time goes on, strange events begin to happen that not only threatens their new life, but may also force one of the new parents to show exactly how far they are willing to keep the family safe.*CURRENTLY ON HIATUS*

"I'm just yer Irish Toymaker, painting these wretched dolls" Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

"Death is always near. The demon, can you hear his call?" Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

The year is 1929, Henry just started working in a nearby studio known as 'Joey Drew's Studio.' Until things began looking messy for our other main protagonist 'Bendy.' Due to Joey's abuse, Bendy's view point on reality began getting more & more corrupted. Will he be the same little devil darling? Or be the ink demon that he is? DISCLAIMER! Rated T for swearing.

Just a story to write when I'm bored

Night has a hard life, dealing with depression, social anxiety, bullies, a bad foster home, as well as two demons that haunt her. She's just started high school, and she's prepared to be another invisible background charter. But one day she meets Bendy, and everything changes. Suddenly her life is turned upside down, and she is forced to make a decision she might regret.

PART 2 UP NOW! Bendyland is approaching its 20th anniversary, and celebrations are in full swing! Come enjoy our all-new attractions, or meet Bendy, Alice, or Boris during the day! And for our more adventurous souls, break curfew and stick around after dark. We've heard that our nightly attractions are just to die for... Over 8,000 views! Thank you all so much!

"I'm trapped in this endless hell, thanks to Mr. Joey Drew." Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

There are two items in a puppet show, the puppet and the master. One is the manipulator, the other, the manipulated. One is the lord, the other, the sheep. One confined to a cell, the other holds the key.

"The projector's light's my vision. Lighting up these many halls. Animated scenes of the little devil darling, lining each and every wall. " Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

It's just a silly, sometimes weird fanfiction about a boy named Ethan meeting the minions from Bendy in Nightmare Run, rated T for references to depression and mental illness in later chapters.

*Revised* Thomas Connor never believed in miracles or angels...until the day he met one.*CURRENTLY ON HIATUS*

"The whispers fill my head once more. Condemning me to my own cell." Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

"Curled black horns, that off white face. Grotesque and yet entrancing." Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Who am I? I am not who people say I am, but I'm not the same person I was before... Brandon Marshall's story of the fall of Joey Drew Studios. Inspired by DAGames recent song "I am Me"

"The man behind the monster. The creator behind the toons" Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

"But her future was stolen, her innocence sold" Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

"My puppet, my plaything. There's no point in trying to run" Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.

"The people that were once my friends, I know no longer know" Feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated.