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Once, when you were a small child, you always loved Bendy’s show. When you heard it was cancelled, you were devastated. Now, you are a teenager without any money, because of some dirty thieves. They stole everything, your car, your money, and to top it off, they burnt down your house, which was yet to get insurance. All you had left was your bag and Bendy plush, which you held close to you. You decided to do what any other newly-homeless person would do, and began seeking shelter.
There were a few poorly looked after buildings, but one stuck out to you. “Joey Drew Studios… Wait, isn’t that where the Bendy series started?” Your speed increases as you run towards the building. You didn’t care that it was in worse condition than the other buildings around it, that’s where you wanted to stay. Even as the years went by, the little devil darlin’ always held a prominent spot in your heart, Alice didn’t hold a candle in comparison. When you got to the door, you admired the front of the building for a while, your smile stretching further as excitement fills you.
Finally, you drag your eyes away from the view and place your hand on the door. Suddenly, you feel a rumble. You pull open the door and feel your legs get covered in something room-temperature and sticky. Screams echo through the hall as a man, obviously older than you runs towards you - or the exit. He’s about to reach you when the floor falls beneath him. You run to him and grab his hand with one hand, holding the doorframe with the other.
He looks at you with surprise, before quickly regaining sense and climbing out as best he could. You slipped slightly. ‘Oh no… It’s one or the other. This man has more of a future than I do, I’ll save him. I have to.’ With your new resolve solidified in your mind, you jolted your arm, using the little momentum you had to spin you two around. You begin to fall, watching as the man turns around and leans down, reaching one hand out to your falling body with a look of horror on his face. You smile softly, having accepted your fate long ago as everything goes black.
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You woke up. That was funny; you were sure that fall would’ve killed you. Though you have to admit, the puddle of ink that you’re sitting in is surprisingly warm and comforting. Despite that, you get up and shake off as much ink as you can before realising the bottom half of you was stained black with ink. Suddenly you remembered something. ‘Bendy!’ You look around wildly for your plush, relaxing instantly when you see him next to you. You quickly snatched him up and cuddled him, feeling much more relaxed as he made his little squeak.
You look around the room less wildly and notice an axe leaning against a bench. On the bench was some paper and a bottle of ink. Not a sketchpad, but it would be cool nonetheless. You carefully screw the ink bottles lid on, making sure it wouldn’t leak and put it in your bag, soon following with the paper. You had never been so glad that you had so many bag pockets. You took another glance at the axe and hesitate for a moment before grabbing it.
Lifting the axe above your head, you swing it experimentally, almost knocking yourself over from overbalancing in the process. You get back on your feet - both of them - and look at the boarded-up hallway. “Well, this is a very conveniently placed axe, isn’t it?” You chuckle to yourself, slipping your Bendy plush into your drink bottle pocket, petting his head between his little horns. You were glad he was with you, he made you feel less lonely. Feeling much lighter, you begin to swing your axe through the wooden planks, something in the back of your mind making you feel uncomfortable.
Nevertheless, you continue to smash your way through the hall, feeling relieved when there were no more wooden boards. You turned the corner and suddenly realised why you felt so disturbed earlier. There was what looked to be a pentagram on the floor, a single candle at each tip of the star. Two circles were perfectly drawn out, making you feel all the more disturbed. Your curiosity got the best of you, and you lean over to see what that strange symbol in the middle was, but the axe in your hand causes you to overbalance and fall into the pentagram.
You see a machine with black ink dripping out of it being held up by chains. There’s black, then an image of a wheelchair flickers behind your eyelids. Another flash of black, and then a figure you somewhat recognise. It’s Bendy, except it’s not. He’s much taller, has ink covering his usual pie-cut eyes and looks unhealthily skinny, not too mention the ink dripping of his limbs. He looks scary, but at the same time, you have the indescribable urge to hug him. He looks like he needs a hug. You decide to find him so you can give him a hug.