Bendy

One moment you were peacefully working in the studio. Drawing characters for the latest dancing demon episode. Alice Angel and bendy were two of your favorites but you did favor drawing Boris as well. They were all fun characters that you enjoyed drawing everyday. Watching them come to life on the screen was the best part. It made all the hours you put into it all worth it..

Not all good things last forever, as they say. You were told to go retrieve a paint can from the storage room. When you walked into the storage room you stumbled against the wall, the floor was uneven. You fell through the wall and ended up in the ink factory room. It all happened so quickly, two people picked you up and threw you over the edge. You had no idea why, you were nothing but kind to everyone… but nonetheless you still fell into the inky pit. The screams of your coworkers got drowned out as ink filled your ears, your nose; your mouth. It weighed you down and you sank.

After not having any idea how much time passed you woke up sitting in a pile of ink. In a strange looking room, it had the same wall texture as Joey Drew’s Studio. The only difference, ink flowing down the walls and dripping from cracks in the ceiling. A broken mirror caught your attention, because you saw your reflection. Your hands and face and.. body had ink on it. It was flowing through you, whether or not you liked it, it was.

Loud footsteps caught your attention and then you heard whistling. Whatever was strolling about the hallways seemed to not worry about a single thing. You weren’t dumb, you knew some type of creature that was dangerous lived down here. Something told you that this was the dangerous creature that should be feared. So you hid, hiding behind boxes in the corner of the room.

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Bendy had gotten up early that day. Of course he didn’t know what day it was or what time it was but he still considered it that he got up early. He wanted to stroll around the Studio, hopefully find a mortal to kill. A few times, a few humans appear in his studio and he gets to taste blood rather than ink. It also clears his bloodlust for a little while and he gets a clear mind for a little while.

He heard a noise far away from him. Then he felt a sensation—someone touched his ink. He had no reason to run, he would catch them. So he continued ‘peacefully’ walking down each hallway, that would leader him closer to the newcomer. Let’s just say he wanted to.. personally meet them.

Finally after a little bit of walking, he didn’t mind. He walked into a room, in the opposite corner of the boxes he noticed a pile of ink. It was strange, he didn’t know how it got there. His footsteps were heavy as he approached it and then crouched down. He dipped his fingers in the ink and then brought it up to his mouth and tasted it. He immediately knew that someone who he hadn’t met before was in his domain.

A grin began to pierce his lips, his ink had touched them. He knew they were behind those boxes. So he sent tentacles of ink to retrieve them, snapping around their arms and legs. He brought them out of their hiding spot and pushed them up against a wall. At the same time he reached them. Reaching up with his clawed hand, he brushed his fingers against their cheek. “Hello, little inkling.” He growled… his voice was so deep, it sounded like he had fluid in his throat to make his voice ‘bubble’ like that.