Bendy And the Ink Machine Oneshots

Joey

Author: Hey! Did someone say that there should be another possible headcanon!

Random reader: No we just had a sad headcanon we don't need any-

Author: In that case why don't we look at Joey and a possible backstory, hmmm?

Another random reader: NO PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THE ANGST! WE KNOW THAT JOEY IS A DICK IN THE GAME BUT DON'T LET US READ THIS!
Author: ...too late.

I thought of this one day and I thought I would write it down. Thanks to gospelofdismay for her lovely art that I asked to use! Let's get to reading, shall we?
——————————————————

Joey Drew, Cofounder of Bendy the Dancing Demon, was stressed. This was putting it mildly. He had to get a new cartoon idea by tomorrow or else he would have to somehow bribe the television producers that they needed more time. To relieve some of his stress, he decided to walk through the hallways of the workshop, where he heard Sammy and Henry talking. Hiding behind the door, Joey could see Henry with a crossword puzzle in his hand.
"Hmm, hey Sammy?"
"Yeah, babe?" Henry blushed, they were definitely the power couple in the studio.
"Do you have a four letter word for a disappointment, I can't think of one." Joey winced at the word, disappointment. It brought back a lot of memories that weren't pleasant.
"What about Joey?" Sammy asked in a joking matter, Joey paled behind the door. Is he really that big of a disappointment? Henry gave a small look of surprise.
"It works!" Voices were muffled in Joey's ears. Joey ran back to his office. The wooden boards turned into the wallpaper as he ran. Is HE here? Has Joey done something wrong? Finally reaching the door to his office, he slammed it open and pushed it back and locked it. Looking back at his desk, sat a phone. He rang up someone that could help him. After what seemed like years, a voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Joey? Why are you calling me at this hour? It's about, 2:30 in the morning where I am. Did you forget that I am six hours ahead of you? There better be a good reason to why-"
"N-Nathan, HE is here. E-Everything is s-so loud and m-muffled. I'm s-scared. Help me. Please." Joey sobbed through the phone. It felt like he was drowning. Why isn't it gone? Why can't he get rid of the memories? Why did his brother abandon him? Is he really that much of a disappointment? Is Nathan happier without him?
"Joey, can you breathe for me? Joey? Joey!"

Joey's mind manifested an old house. Wallpaper was peeling off the walls and there was a constant dripping sound somewhere in the house. Glass bottles and glass shards were scattered across the room. A man with light brown hair with greying strands stood over a younger version of Joey.

"Hello, Joey."

"No, please! Stay back! I'll do better I promise!" Joey cried out. Where was his brother why wasn't he here helping him, why was his father like this? 

"Don't you want to make me happy Joey? Don't you want to please your father?" A woman with dark brown hair and ice blue eyes glared down at her stepson. Joey's mother had died giving birth to him, his father never fails to mention this every day. It's day after day of relentless beatings and inappropriate activities with his father and his horribly smelling friends. Even his stepmother was unhappy with Joey's existence. She would constantly put out cigarettes on him and tear up his assignments. Forcing him to fetch drinks and to feed her and her husband instead of himself. The kids at school weren't any better. They called him a joke when he said he was going to be a big producer. It wasn't until college until he felt free. He had a roommate, his name is Henry. They spent college together drawing a small cartoon character for fun until an agent asked for the two's talent. The thoughts of his drunken father and horrible stepmother still plague him at night. Bottles smashing on walls, the constant yelling, the feeling of hunger for food after weeks of malnourishment. His brother, Nathan, was the only one who understood. Now, he's tired of Joey as well. He lives in Spain, away from his disappointment of a brother.