Everyone's gay

some oneshots i'll write in no time

there will be some trollships and joke shippings

but I present to you...

EVERYONE'S GAY!

if sentence is italised, it means that I, wild, putted my (hir) own comment in the fanficetion

#### time broken up - ambient x brandy

(basically an au where ambient is NOT a half-sister to brandy, because bender and bendy ARENT the same person. thank you.)

drip, drop, drip...

ambient heard only ink. ink everywhere, on her horns, eyes, hands. and she had to be closely connected with ink for the rest of her never-ending life, because she was the only child of bender, and he was a demon of said fluid, so she was supposed to *like* it too.

but she didn't. it was oily and was leaving dark, ugly stains everywhere. it was the pure "personification" of her bad emotions - of phobias, of loneliness, of infinite, looped survival and high-hoped expectations of everyone.

she wanted to be usual searcher, not an ink demon. nah, she would even love to be one of boris clones!

but no, that was impossible. fate had written her future. she will be devil forever. no changing.

\*\*\*

ambient touched one of the many chips in walls. she wished that there was something behind it - like, some kind of door to outside.

*nope, little darlin', there's nothing here.*

she sighed. young heir stood up and started walking trough the corridors.

*"he will set us free" -* said one of the wall writings. sammy, as ambient guessed from style of letters. mad prophet was naively sure that cold, tyrannical demon, bender, would let him out.

*"you mean nothing to him, prophet. he won't set you free" -* another writing with shiny, paler ink was smeared over sammy's begging to ambient's father. probably temptress, young demon judged out from cruel, nearly malicious offending of the bender's prayer, light color of letters and calling the ink-corrupted composer by "prophet".

ambient growled under her breath. why everyone *had* to be so bestial to each other in the studio?

deeper in the corridors that inky demoness wandered in, every another message on wall was similiary mean and monstrously sadistic to another. devil teen started guessing who wrote which lettering. tom, allison, her dad, boris' clones, projectronist, butchress, sepiaclock... she knew every person in studio and she exactly knew who's writings are those.

untill she saw one, different message.

it wasn't pessimistic or cruel like others. it said "start seeing brightside, friends!", and it was written with dark purplish-black ink, which gave off faint, golden glow on edges.

this ink was stunningly similiar to bender's, yet it also looked like one of the writings of... boris? no, it wasn't possible. orginal boris died few years ago and ambient heard about him only from older creature's stories, she never met the cowardish canine and never saw any of his writings.

maybe sepiaclock wrote it? short demon denied that possibility. yes, he was a forced hybrid of boris and bendy and he had similiar style of letters, but he wouldn't say "friend" to anyone. also, his messages were often very eloquent and always gave warning about running out time - in this writing nothing matched with elegant hybrid's.

while studying the message, ambient saw silhouette of something, moving fastly in darkness, by corner of her eye. maybe this creature was the author of the letter?

- hey, come here! - she roared, trying to sound more gentle than angry.

the "thing" came closer, but still it's shape was very blurry due to the blackness of the enviorment. studio's heir could notice it's light pinkish-orange, shiny eyes, with cat slit pupils.

- don't be scared, stranger - ambient calmed down the creature. - can you come out of the shadows, please?
wip