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Ink Demon

You were just. Wandering in the studio, unaware of the Ink Demon and his plan to sneak attack you. You don't know why you were there. You certainly didn't need anything here. So why were you here, wandering in this labyrinth of a studio? Were you bored? Did you enter out of curiosity? You didn't know.

You never had the feeling that someone might have made the studio their home. Sure, the building was old and falling apart, and there was a strange black liquid oozing through the seams. But that didn't raise any red flags for you. You just thought the old studio felt a bit surreal, that was all.

You didn't become aware of its presence until you heard quick little pitter-patters coming from behind you. And they were weird, because the pitter-patters also sounded... wet?

You definitely needed to turn around.

And thank God you did, because what you saw once you turned scared the hell out of you!

It was this long, skinny creature, and when I said skinny, I meant he was skinny to the bone. It had this bow tie that was placed at an awkward angle on its chest. Or ribcage. Its left hand was this big goofy glove that seemed disproportionate with the rest of its body. Its right hand, however, just looked derpy. It was small, and human like, compared to the rest of its body. And its legs. Oh, God its legs. Its left leg was... you didn't know how to explain it. You guess it looked... drippy? Again, you couldn't really find the right words to describe its left leg. Its right leg just looked like a chicken's leg, no questions asked. And that face. Its face was probably the worst part. Its head was shaped like someone had taken a bite out of a cookie, but without the bite marks. It had this black liquid that seemed to run down its face and drip off its body. Looking closer, you saw that was all it was made of. The thing that bothered you the most about its face was this shit-eating grin that was plastered on its face. That grin. Just by looking at it you could tell it would never falter, even as it chased you now.

Wait- OH SHIT IT WAS CHASING YOU!

But alas, it was to late to run as the goopy thing already had you cornered against the wall. It was still standing up straight as it held one hand next to either side of your head. You found you had been in a trance. You had been so lost in examining it that you didn't notice it had been staring at you the whole time, confused as to why you didn't start screaming... and running the moment you saw him.

"... Don't you know it's rude to stare, toots?"
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Malak

Oh, Y/n. How did you get in this mess?

Here you were, running for your life inside a long-abandoned, yet fancy looking hotel, gripping your trusty tablet in hand.

You have no idea how you acquired this tablet, all you know is that it's been with you since you've entered this... realm? Dimension? Hell? You didn't know what to call it, but the latter seemed the most fitting. This was definitely hell, if not another version of hell. Or at the very least a place between heaven and hell.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by that woman's voice again.
"Love. Have you any idea what to do next? You have all of the soul shards now, go to the ring altar and get the ring piece!"

Looking at your tablet you glanced at the white number at the top of the screen: 0, it read. What a coincidence. You had subconsciously collected all the shards while in your thoughts AND being chased by monkeys. Terrifying, bloodthirsty monkeys!

Lucky you. =)

Speaking of monkeys, you heard an ear-shattering screech coming from behind you, prompting you to run faster. You did just that.

Turning a sharp right led you to a crossroad in the hotel. You had the choice to go right, left, or continue straight.

You chose right. Nice choice. And you were glad that was your choice because that led you straight to the ring altar. As you inched nearer to the altar you reached out for the tiny purple shard of ring which was delicately sitting in the statue's hands, raised high above its headless body.

Luckily the ring piece wasn't so high up and you could reach it with ease.
As you held the tiny shard in your hand, you heard the rapid footsteps fade until there was nothing to be heard.

You had done it.
You had collected what you came here for, albeit without much choice.
It was time to go.

You turned your head to the elevator and began to carefully stride towards it. Carefully. These monsters were tricky, you had learned that not even 1 minute after your arrival into the hotel. Just because you could no longer hear them, doesn't mean they were gone. They could still be in the hotel, waiting for you. If you made noise it would no doubt lead them to your location.

You pressed the tiny button on the wall, calling the elevator up. There was a tiny *ding* sound as the doors flew open for you.
You entered the elevator and turned as you heard a noise, like wood being split. What you saw made your heart race. It was a murder monkey, its eyes a burning red. You shrieked, rapidly pushing the elevator's close button. Luckily, the doors closed in time, but you could still hear the monkey banging on the doors, trying to get to you.

But the elevator was going down now. You finally could take a breather.
*ding*
Oh, well never mind. I guess you won't be able to breath again.
When the elevator doors opened, you were greeted by the sound of multiple monkeys screeching, practically making your ears bleed.

Almost.
But if felt like your ears were bleeding.
It was that or your ears were crying.
Yeah you're bleeding.

But you had no time to dwell on that, your other current situation was much worse than bleeding ears.

You took off running as soon as those doors opened. As you sprinted down the hall and around corners you could hear the murder monkey's screeching accompanied by a voice belonging to an unknown owner.

"GIVE THAT BACK TO ME, MORTAL!"
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Pinstripe

You felt you were falling.
Yet you saw nothing.
Closed eyes.
Opened eyes.
Dark grey sky.
Falling feeling.
Falling freely.
Falling fast.
Never looking down.
Hard ground.
"OOMPH!" As imagined, hitting the ground after a long fall was not fun. Looking around, you had no idea where you were. The sky was gray, and the grass was dead. Yet it was still beautiful. Maybe it was because of the teal flowers that contrasted with the grayness of this land.
"Oh, goodness! Are you alright, child?"
The voice an old woman came from your left. Looking in that direction, you saw a woman, that has indeed aged. "Oh, yes, ma'am. I'm alright. No need to worry about me."

Oh, what a foolish thing to say, as standing up immediately caused pain to shoot up your back. You screamed in agony, you think you had broken your back. No, it wasn't broken, if that was the case, you wouldn't be standing. "Oh, hush, dear. I know a darling in pain when I see one." She extended her bony hand out to you for support. You gladly excepted. "Thank you, ma'am." The woman gave a smile. "Oh, no problem dearie. My dear husband fakes his back pain all the time. It's not hard for me to notice anymore." You smiled, she was a kind lady. Bless her soul. "Oh, speaking of my husband, our little abode is not too far from here. Would you like to stay for some Sack Juice?" You paused. Sack WHAT?! "Oh, Sack Juice dearie. It's a drink made by Mr. Pinstripe. It's like alcohol, it'll take your mind off the pain."
You didn't mean to say that aloud. And also, as much as this lady was sweet, she was gonna essentially make you drink alcohol and not treat you? "Oh, no thank you, ma'am. I'm alright."

You didn't need to say anything else as you had already arrived at the old lady's house.

It was an odd looking house. It was a triangular house, made out of a beautiful  dark wood. It had a little door, and square windows.

Where were you?

"Oh, well don't just stand there, dearie! Come in, come in!" She was holding the door open wide for you, awaiting your entry. Patiently, might I add. You felt sorry for making her wait.
You wasted no time, you had to crouch to make yourself fit through the tiny door.

"Wow..." You said in amazement as your eyes scanned the room. Well, amazement might be an understatement. The inside of the house was much, much bigger than the outside. With an open stone fireplace holding a warm, crackling fire, paintings that adorned the walls, a beautiful wooden, well polished darkwood table holding a vase of flowers, and three teacups and a teapot on a tray. Two comfy-looking chairs on either side of the circular table. In the chair on the right of the table you could see an old man, snoring away. You assumed this was her husband. There was a hallway, yes this small place could fit a hallway, that led somewhere that looked like a kitchen.

"Oh, dearie please shut the door. Wouldn't want to let the bugs in." The old lady had snuck past me and to the round table where had she poured this mysterious 'Sack Juice' from the white teapot and into a white little teacup. "Oh, sorry ma'am." You said with a hint of shock that this feeble old woman seemed so much more sneaky than you.

You made your way to the table and looked at the woman. "Oh, don't worry about where I'll sit, dear. Your back needs rest. Now sit down and I'll hand you your Sack Juice." You did as you were told and sat in the big armchair. It was the most comfortable chair you have ever sat in. The old lady gently offered you your cup with shaky hands. She wasn't scared of you, she was just old.

You took the cup. Inside was a black, foul smelling liquid. It smelled like poo. "Oh, I'm sorry dear. I wish there was more options too. But I'm afraid that's all we have down here." She chuckled. "I'm Ms. Birdie, darling." Ms. Birdie. What an odd name. Yet such a lovely name for such a sweet old lady. But something still was bothering you.

"Ms. Birdie."

"Yes, dear?"

"..."

"What do you you mean by 'down here'?"

"Oh, heavens! I simply forgot, you're a new arrival! Well, little one, you're in Edge Wood, in Purgatory."

"PURGATORY?! FRICKING PURGATORY?! I CAME HERE AFTER I DIED?!"

"Oh, yes, sweetie. But do try to be a bit more quiet. My dearest husband is sleeping. And you simply will NOT use that language in my house!" You flinched. Ms. Birdie was mean when she was angry. You didn't even mean to use that tone of voice or that language. She seemed to have taken notice of this and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I have no control over that sometimes." Same Ms. Birdie. Same.

"Well... what do I do now?"

"Oh, well I certainly would know! I've lived here for ages! Maybe good old Mr. Pinstripe would be able to help you!"

"Where do I find him?"

"Oh, his house would be in Red Wash, dearie. It's a charming little town not to far from here."

"How do I get to Red Wash?"

"Go back to where you fell when you first arrived. Ahead of you, there will be a large hallowed out log. Go through it. You will arrive at the Hangly Pass. From there cross Hangly Bridge and climb Hangly Mountain all the way to the top. You'll see a house and a pully leading to the other side of Purgatory. Go up to the Hangly House and ask for a ticket to Red Wash. Enter the pully car and you'll be pulled to the other side. There will be a red house on this side of Purgatory, give the red robot at the counter your ticket and head on into Red Wash. Look for the long, skinny, triangle shaped house with an eye shaped window. That's Mr. Pinstripe's house. He'll know what to do."

You blinked a few times, not sure if you got all that. "Okay then..." You got up from your chair, your back was feeling so much better now. "Oh, dearie! Wait!" You looked at the squat little lady. "Hold out your palm please." You held out your hand. Ms. Birdie reached into her sweater's pocket and took out something. She dropped it in your hand.

What you now held in your hand was five little jet black... somethings. You didn't know what they were. They looked like oil droplets but... frozen inside tiny little blocks of ice? Yes, they were cold to the touch and, strangely enough, didn't melt in your hand. They also had no scent. So it couldn't be frozen Sack Juice.

"What are- what did you just give me, Ms. Birdie?"

"Oh sweetie, those are called 'Frozen Drops', and they're our currency here in Purgatory. You'll need five of them for a ticket to Red Wash. Well, off you go, now! Wouldn't want to let Mr. Pinstripe waiting, would we?"
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You're now in Red Wash. You're in front of the house Ms. Birdie described. The house towered over you, and it was a little creepy looking, so it did intimate you just a little bit.

You swallow your fear and ring the bright green, and glowing doorbell.

You hear footsteps coming from inside.

Someone opens the door.

Now in front of you was Mr. Pinstripe, a tall, lanky man whose skin was completely jet black. The only visible features he had were on his face, two glowing golden irises, ears, and a pale pair of lips. He was dressed in a snazzy looking black blazer with matching dress pants, a golden pocket watch, black dress shoes, and a black bowler hat to top it all of.

You didn't even realize you were staring until he said..

"Did Ms. Birdie send you here? A lovely woman, yes?"
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Alastor

When you awoke everything was blurry. But you could hear voices:

"Just wait, guys, they'll come to."

"But what if they're dead? They didn't have a pulse last time we checked them."

"We're in Hell, Angel. Nobody has a pulse!"

"Well, I do!"

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do!"

"No. You fucking. Don't."

"Vaggie please calm-"

"Fine! If you don't believe me I'll check it myself!"

"Fine. And when there's no pulse, you owe me five dollars for being a dumbass."

Someone moving. Then silence.

"Well, shit."

"Where's my money, dipshit?"

"But it's not fair 'cause you knew! So I don't owe you shit!"

"Jesus Christ, you all sound like children. And keep it down, will ya? I've still got a fuckin' hangover from last night."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't drink so much, Husky! I don't drink because I know what happens when you drink, so I don't drink. Why do people drink? You'd think that with the hangovers they'd all stop drinking! But they don't! And so, basically-"

"HOLY SHIT YOU JUST DON'T SHUT UP!"

You groaned a little.

"Shh, guys! I told you they'd come to! Give them some space! And make a good first impression, they could be our third guest!"

Blinking your eyes open, you saw a red elegant looking roof hanging above you. You were laying on what felt like a couch. You sat up and looked to your right. It was, indeed, a couch. You looked left. You saw 5... things staring at you. 1 dude and 4 girls. You weren't really sure what to call them, one was a cat thing, one had four arms, and one didn't even have a second eye! A cyclops! There was a cyclops in front of you!

"WHERE THE HELL AM I?!"
"You just answered your own question, kiddo." Said the cat.
"Yep! Welcome to hell, babe! What'd you do? Murder? Theft?" Said the four-arms.
"H-Hell?!"
"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry it had to end like this. Buuuut..." You looked at the owner of that voice, a blonde female with an extremely pale face and rosy cheeks. "Buuuut... what?" You said. She brightened up. "But you could stay here! You're at the Happy Hotel, a place in Hell for rehabilitating sinners and giving them a second chance in the afterlife! It's not... that big with hell right now... at all... BUT! You can have a second chance! You can stay here!"

Now that did sound like a good idea, especially since you didn't want to be here... but could you really trust them? This is Hell, right? Which means these people aren't people, they're demons. Which means they did do something wrong to get here, right?

But on the other hand, you didn't have anywhere to go. You could by a house, if Hell can support a hotel, then surely it can support houses, right? But you might end up buying a house from the wrong demon, or in the wrong area, or near someone dangerous. If you wanted to live, the hotel was your best bet.

"Okay, I'll live here." You decided. The blonde's face brightened up even more, if that was even possible. "O-oh! Oh! I wasn't expecting that! Usually people say no! But you said yes!"

She extended her hand for you to shake. "Hi, I'm Charlie." You shook her hand. Charlie pointed to a demon lady with a pink bow. "That's Vaggie." She pointed to the cyclops. "That's Nifty." She pointed to the cat. "That's Husk." Lastly she pointed to the four-arms. "And Angel." You waved. "Hi, I'm y/n." Charlie smiled wider than she already was. "Well, y/n, let me show you your room!" She the grabbed your hand and you two zoomed off to find your room.
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"Here we are!" Charlie said in front of your room's door, her arms open wide. "Thanks *huff* Charlie." Charlie had pulled you up here so fast and so sudden that it knocked the wind right out of you. "Alllrighty, then! Here's your key!" She plopped a little bronze key into your hands. "Enjoy your stay!" And with that she skipped off.

You put your key in the keyhole. Room 665. Gotta remember that. You were about to twist the key when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and saw some kind of deer demon who... really liked the color red.

"I apologize for my sudden appearance, but I couldn't help but notice you walk by with Charlie, and I just had to say 'Hi' to my new neighbor!"

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Ink Demon

●He pulled you by your arm across the studio

●You didn't know what he was or where he was taking you

● So you were scared

●You began asking where you were going and begging him to let you go

●He eventually got irritated and said, "DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?!"

●Yeah you shut up after that

●He pulled you into the Animation Department and sat you down

●He pulled out a chair for himself

●He sat down and started asking you questions

●Eventually he asked you your name

●And he told you his, albeit just a bit rudely

●Oh, yeaaah. Just a little bit rudely..
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Malak

●When you escaped Monkey Business and made it back to Beirce's Ballroom, Malak interrupted Beirce in the middle of her monolog

●Started telling you not to trust her, knowing he wasn't any different himself

●Beirce may have introduced Malak to you, but that doesn't mean she introduced you to Malak

●The only reason Malak learned your name was because Beirce called you y/n while she continued monologing
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Pinstripe

●When you said Ms. Birdie sent you, Pinstripe sighed

●He told you that as much as Ms. Birdie was pleasant, she could also be a little shithead at times with her little jokes

●Nevertheless, he still let you in to get to know you

●As the demon who oversees Purgatory, he must know everyone to keep Purg in check

●That was the only reason he wanted to know you

●Yep. That was definitely the only reason...
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Alastor

●When he saw Charlie zooming by he caught a glimpse of you

●And Al, being the social butterfly that he is, decided he would take this chance to get to know you

●Introduced himself as Alastor, the Radio Demon

●Was completely blown away and just a bit shocked you've never heard of him before

●Figured you must be a new arrival

●Because there was no way in Heaven you've survived in Hell long enough without at the very least hearing about him

●Pushed his surprise aside and showed you around the hotel, like a good employee-

●No, not like an employee, that was silly

●He was more like an eccentric showoff rather than an employee..

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Ink Demon

"Don't you know it's rude to stare, toots?"

You being you, decided to counter with sarcasm.
"Nooo! Staring is a nice thing to do!"

"SO YOU'VE BEEN STARING BECAUSE YOU THINK I'M A MONSTER?! YOU'VE BEEN STARING BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN TRYING TO BREAK ME?!" He snarled at you. You say 'he' now because that voice of his was definitely male. You also noticed he still had you pinned to the wall.
"SEE? YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN! YOU'RE STARING!" "I'm not staring, I'm just lost in thought!" You said. He snarled at you and grabbed your arm with his large, gloved, cartoonish left hand and started walking you somewhere.

This immediately triggered alarms in your head. "Wait... where are we going?"
No answer from the goopy creature.
"I said, where. Are. We. Going?"
Again, no answer from him, just a low, annoyed growl.
Now you were scared. Maybe you were gonna die. You couldn't let that happen. What would he do with your remains? Was he gonna eat them? Feed them to something? Was he even going to kill you? Or was he going to do something even worse? Was he going to enslave you? Torture you?

These thoughts alone were enough to trigger your fight-or-flight reflex. You began scratching and slapping at his hand which held your arm. "I SAID, 'WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME'?! LET ME GO! I'M SORRY I STARED! I DIDN'T MEAN TO, HONEST! PLEASE LET ME GO, I DON'T WANT TO DIE I CAN'T DIE NOW I DON'T WANT TO-"

"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?! EVER?! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YOU'RE ANNOYING!"
Not wanting to get on his bad side any more than you already were, you shut up, hoping it would make him not hurt you. But you didn't even know if he wanted to hurt you or not. So you guess that outbreak of yours was REALLY unnecessary...

Not after long you two arrived at a big room, with lots of chairs and desks, and drawings of a little croissant-looking character, whom you have concluded to be 'Bendy', as evidenced by the plethora of posters with this character pasted on the walls.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the screeching of a chair against the rotting, yellowed floor. The creature pointed to the chair and said, "Sit." You swallowed any fear you had and strolled over to the chair. You sat.

After you sat, the creature pulled a chair out from one of the desks and sat down across from you. "So, let's cut to the chase, broad/bud/you person." He said. "Why are you here?" You, once again, didn't actually have an answer to that. You have asked yourself this many times since you've arrived, and still didn't know the answer to your own question. So you made something up. "I was curious. This place has been sitting here collecting dust since I was little, maybe even longer." That was a half-lie. While this place has been sitting for a while, it never really interested you. It was always just another building in your eyes. "Since... you were small?" He looked bewildered. "Well.. how old are you?"
"Y/a..."
"Oh... and you say the studio has probably been here longer?" "I don't know. What do you think?" He went silent. "Wow..." he said in... actually, you couldn't tell what emotion that was.
He snapped out of his shock (or what you assumed was shock) and turned his attention back to you. "Okay. Last question." You nodded and turned your attention to him. "Who do you think you are, breaking into my studio, talking to me like that?! You've got some nerve to snap at a demon like that, toots!" Ohhh! He's a demon! That makes more sense. "I'm y/n, and had I known you're a demon, of course I wouldn't have ticked you off! I'm not THAT brave!" "Ah! Yer' crossing the line again, doll!" Not wanting to anger him, you decided to ask him a question instead.

"I've told you my name. You know who I am. Who are you?" He looked at you like you were an idiot. "You really don't know who I am?" Now was your turn to look at him like you were an idiot. "Nooo..." He looked at you in disbelief. "I'll give you a hint. My face is everywhere in this God forsaken studio." You paused. It took a moment to sink in. Then it hit you. "Oh... you're..."

He nodded.

"Yyyup. I'm Bendy, toots."
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Malak

As soon as you escaped into the ballroom, your knees gave out and you collapsed to the ground. "Oh, love! Are you alright? Those monkeys must have given you quite the chase, yes?" You, still lying on the floor, gave Beirce a thumbs up, but since you were lying down, your thumb looked sideways instead of up, so it looked like you responded with 'Eh. They literally made my ears bleed, but I'm ok.'

But Beirce wasn't dumb. She knew you weren't ok. Your ears were literally BLEEDING! And so she let you lay down, though she couldn't do much for your ears.
Sorry.

"Oh! And, it seems you've met my demon 'friend' sooner than I expected, as well!" Beirce said in her usual cocky voice. Suddenly the eye on the door behind you opened. "Let's get 2 things straight, Beirce. 1. We aren't friends. So never call me your..." The eyeball spit this next part out with venom in his voice. "'Friend' again. And 2..." he looked at your lying form. "You. How. HOW THE EVER-LIVING FUCK DID YOU MANAGE TO CAPTURE THE RING PIECE WITHOUT DYING ONCE?!? IS MY ARMY TRASH? DO I NEED NEW MINIONS? BECAUSE THE ONES I HAVE CLEARLY CAN'T EVEN CAPTURE A SINGLE MORTAL! ONE. SINGLE. MORTAL!"

"Oh, this is Malak. He's quite lovely, dont'cha think?" Beirce said, her trademark sarcasm in her voice. 'Malak' rolled his eye and growled to himself. "Don't trust her, mortal. There will be consequences." You sat up and scoffed. "Says the demon who confessed he wants to kill me just seconds ago." Beirce chuckled. Malak, once again, growled. This time at you.

Then Beirce clapped her hands together. Turning to you, she said, "Well, I suppose we haven't much time to waste, yes? Go on, love. Put the ring shard onto the pedestal." She held out her hand for you to take. You took her hand and she helped you onto your feet.

You made your way to the pedestal and put the ring shard in the statue's hands.

"It's been so long..."(Since last I've seen my son-)

Beirce once again clapped her hands together. "Well now, y/n, love, you've worked hard. You deserve a rest." Beirce said in a cheerful voice.

You fell asleep before Beirce could say 'Goodnight'.

You were once again lying on the Ballroom floor, this time in a deep sleep, you emitted little peaceful snores as you dreamt away.

But neither you nor Beirce were aware that Malak was still watching, and he heard everything.

He was happy he knew your name so he could call you by your name when antagonizing you instead of calling you mortal.

Because that was getting sooo boring...
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Pinstripe

"O-oh. Yes. Yes, Ms. Birdie sent me. I'm lost and she said that you could help."
Pinstripe said nothing, just closed his eyes, held the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Ms. Birdie's pulled a fast one on you, I'm afraid." This confused you. "Ms. Birdie was joking with me? The whole time? But she seemed so genuine..."
"Yes. She's good at that. As much as she's pleasant, she's also a prank-pulling shithead. She's so damn good at it, too."

Pinstripe's language surprised you. The first impression he made on you was that he was a gentleman, so his change in language surprised you. Everyone here is so full of surprises...

You spoke up to avoid awkward silence. "So... if you don't help people in Purgatory... then what do you do here?" He sighed. "Now this might be startling news for you, especially since you're new... but my job here... isn't actually to help the souls in Purgatory, as you now know. My job is to make sure that anyone who arrives in Purgatory doesn't move on the afterlife, no matter if they're destined for Heaven or Hell." To say you were shocked was an understatement. You were mortified.
Pinstripe spoke up. "But luckily for your ass, you didn't come all the way to Red Wash for nothing. As Purgatory's overseer, it's my job to know everyone who arrives here. Please, come in." Pinstripe held the black door open for you. You, having limited choices here, thanked him and entered.
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Right now you and Mr. Pinstripe were in said demon's house, sitting across from each other at his dining room table.
"Alright. Shoot. Tell me a bit about yourself." Pinstripe said.
"O-oh. Okay. W-well..." Stop stuttering, y/n! "I'm y/n. I like the color f/c... I really like
f/flower..."

Awww... you were nervous. He secretly finds that adorable.
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Alastor

"Uhh..." You didn't even know what to say. "Ah, I know you may be a bit shocked that I, Alastor, the Radio Demon have chosen to visit you! Willingly! But, please, save your applause for-"
"Who... are you?" That made him pause. Eyes wide open. Smile wide. His index finger was up like he was going to say something, but nothing came to mind. 'She's not even a fallen angel! How the Heaven does she not know who I am?' The Radio Demon thought. Ah! But he was making you wait for an answer, wasn't he? He should probably answer you. It was very rude to make a lady/fellow/person wait, of course!

"Hello-"
"Ah! Yes! Where are my manners! Please excuse my rather... eccentric and quite braggy introduction to you, darling! I am quite popular here in Hell, so I assumed you knew me! You must be a new arrival! My deepest apologies!" You shrugged. "That's fine. Can I get to my-"
Alastor interrupted you. Again. But this time he slung his arm over your shoulder and said, "Well, in that case, let me show you around so I can make up for my eccentric behavior!"

He, just like Charlie, pulled you around the hotel, but this time you actually got to see the hotel instead of just zooming past everything.

He couldn't help showing off things that don't belong to him.

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Ink Demon

●After introductions he decided he would keep you here purely for his entertainment

●He figured he would play the occasional cat-and-mouse with you, but he'd never actually hurt you... that much...

●He also thought it'd be a good idea to tease you whenever he got the chance

●It's all fun and games though

●He only means half of what he said

●His teasing is what made you two so close in the first place

●Had he just left you alone you wouldn't know jack shit about each other
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Malak

●It may or may not be Agatha's fault you know so much about Malak

●When you first met Agatha, she was so excited to have a new friend to play with that she couldn't stop telling you everything about herself

●Eventually she started talking about her daddy, telling you everything they did together, how Malak made a better dad than her last one...

●Agatha went on and on about how Malak would spend all his spare time with her, playing dress up with her and having tea parties...

●And then Agatha had to obey Malak's orders and disappear so she could play 'tag' with you

●But nevertheless this newfound information would leave you to assume Malak was a Renaissance painting of a beautiful young lady.
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Pinstripe

●At first when the only reason he wanted to get to know you was because it was his job to know you

●But as you revealed more and more about yourself he could feel himself getting interested in you

●This led him to tell you more about himself, too

●Just a heads-up that you're the only 'visitor' he's let know him this much
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Alastor

●Alastor, eccentric Alastor may have let a few facts about him slip while he was giving you a tour

●When he noticed how much he had accidentally let you know and suddenly wanted to know more about you too

●He didn't really give you a choice

●Mostly since he's never let himself slip like that and he wasn't about to let you know him without him knowing you

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Ink Demon

You couldn't believe it. He couldn't be Bendy! Bendy looked so cute in the posters and plushies and cartoons! And the Bendy in front of you looked so... well... not cute.

"Gee, thanks for the constructive criticism there, toots." Oh no. Did you say that out loud?! Did you hurt his feelings?! Bendy chuckled. "I can see the worry all over your face right now, doll. You're worried you hurt my feelings, right?" You nodded your head. Bendy chuckled again. "Welp, luckily for you I've been talked down to so much that insults don't really have an effect on me anymore."
You sighed in relief.
"But Unluckily for you, that doesn't mean I don't take offense ta my name being slandered like that, and that I won't punish you for that." Your eyes opened wide.
"What... what are you saying, Bendy? What are you trying to tell me?"

Bendy chuckled and stood up in his chair.
He was now towering over you. It was intimidating as hell. Yet you thought that was hot and that scared you.
"What I'm sayin' is, I'm keepin' you here as a punishment..." He got his face closer to yours.
"And you betta start runnin', dollface. I'll give you a 5 second head start. I'll be counting~..."
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You have been running and hiding from Bendy in his little game of cat-and-mouse
for at least an hour now. He's almost caught you.. multiple times.

And right now you had to run, for the Ink Demon of Joey Drew Studios was trailing behind you, getting ever so slightly more closer by the second. You couldn't let him catch you. Not now. Not while you were so close to a Miracle Station. Not when you were so close to safety. Just down this hallway! Safety was that close!

Your troubled mind was frantic. It thought of nothing but escape. Because while you did want to escape the studio, you had to escape Bendy first. There was no hope for escape while Bendy was still on your tail. You couldn't let him catch you now, no while you were so close! You couldn't let him win you couldn't-

You were stopped by a hand on your wrist. A hand that felt large.
A hand that felt like cloth on your exposed wrist.
You looked down at your wrist.

Oh fuck.

"Caught you, toots~..."

You looked up at Bendy. His face showed no identifiable expression, but by the way his shit-eating grin looked like it was eating more shit, you could tell that if he could smirk, he would be doing so right now.

His grip was also becoming uncomfy. His gloved hand was becoming too tight around your wrist. You began making lousy attempts to pull away from his iron grip, but to no avail. It was clear that he was much stronger than you.

"Let go of me."

"But you didn't even say 'please'."

"Please let go of me."

He released his grip on your wrist. He let go so suddenly that you didn't have time to stop pulling. And so you fell to the ground with an 'OOMPH'. Right on your butt.
Nice.

And the worst part about this was that after you made contact with the hard, molding, yellowing wooden floorboards Bendy started laughing! He thought it was funny! You hurt yourself! And he was laughing!

You growled up at him. He began wheezing in an attempt to breathe just so he could form words. "AHAHAHA! I'M SORRY! IT'S JUST- IT'S JUST THE SOUND YOU MADE BEFORE YOU HIT THE G-GROUND AND THE WAY YOU F-FELL... IT'S- IT'S HILARIOUS!"

You growled at Bendy again, his laughter in the background.

"Fucking demon..."
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Malak

You blinked open your eyes, and slowly your vision became less blurry. When you were fully awake you could see the ceiling of Beirce's Ballroom, chandelier and all. As you regained your senses, you could feel that your ears were no longer bleeding. They definitely sill felt sore, of course your ears would be sore after being exposed to that horrible screeching and then hitting the floor, but they weren't bleeding. Though you were positive that you were more prone to headaches now.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of heels clacking your way.
"Oh, love! Thank goodness you're awake! I was starting to think that you died! I was almost ready to-" the voice paused for a moment. "Nevermind. Do you need help, love?" It was just Beirce. You held up your hand. "Oh, no. No thank you. That won't be necessary." You put your hand down. Beirce clapped her hands together. "Oh! Well then, I suppose that means you're refreshed, correct?" You nodded your head. "Well then, what are you doing? The second nightmare portal is open! Go get that ring piece!" You sighed. You shouldn't be surprised. That's just the way Beirce was. Old, sarcastic Beirce who doesn't let you take mental brakes after a near-death experience. "Why, yes, Queen Beirce." You said, bowing your head and doing a curtsy. As you made your way to the second portal, you could hear Beirce snap her fingers at you. "Hey! I said 'Get the ring piece', not 'Get an attitude'!" You chuckled at her sarcasm as you walked through the burning red light of the second nightmare portal, awaiting what was to come next.
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It was a school. A place where children learn. It was a school that was in wrecks right now, as evidenced by the whole ass school bus that was wedged into your path, but a school nonetheless. But never fear, for the bus wasn't completely in your way. There was still a space between the bus and the wall that you could shimmy through.

So you shimmy through the space, (which, surprisingly, wasn't very hard to do), and stride your way to the cherry red double doors that stood patiently at the end of the hall. As soon as your hand made contact with the cold metal handles of the large doors you felt there was something behind these doors. Something that had a rather... disturbing presence. You felt that whatever was behind these doors was watching your every move... patiently.

"Love?" Good old Beirce. "Love, what are you doing, just standing there? Do you not know how to open doors? Just twist the handle, and pull! Move it!" Yep. Good, old, supportive Beirce.

Not wanting to keep Beirce waiting, you twisted the cold door handles and pulled the doors towards you. You were then greeted by what seemed like a school auditorium, complete with a stage with little blue chairs in front of said stage, as if whoever was watching you was waiting for an audience that would never show up.
You thought nothing of this at first, but then...

POOF!

"Oooh! A new friend! I'm so excited to have you here! Welcome!"

You looked at the source of the sound. The stage. It couldn't have been speakers. It sounded too real. Looking up at the stage confirmed your suspicions, for standing dead-center at the stage was a little girl... or what resembled a little girl. She had long hands that were burnt from her forearms all the way to her knife-like fingertips. She was wearing a crisp white dress with a clean black apron. On her pale little feet she wore some cute black Mary Jane's to match. She had a good taste in clothes... for a kid.. and the fact that she was a kid made her face all the scarier. A pale white face with a shark-toothed grin and too endless pitch black holes for eyes. She had a flowing cascade of black hair on her head, as if to top her appearance off.

"Are ya here to be my friend? ARE YA?!" You just stared in bewilderment. Yet it seemed she couldn't control herself. "It's okay! " She said. "Your silence says a lot! I can't wait to be friends!"

POOF!

In a cloud of black smoke she disappeared. You looked to your left and your right. But there was no trace of this little girl.
But then from behind you...
"HIIII!
Your head whipped around so fast you were afraid you might snap your neck for a hot minute. Because Jesus Christ that scared you!
"Hey, friend! Did I scare ya? I bet I did! Sorry! Hey! We should get to know each other! Let's tell each other everything about ourselves! I'll go first! It wouldn't be very lady like of me if I made you go first!" You were still so shocked at her scare that you couldn't comprehend an answer to her.

"Hi, friend! I'm Agatha! I like to draw, finger paint, my favorite color is black! And I like playing games with Daddy!"
"Who's... 'Daddy'?" You asked the little school girl. "Oh, all my friends call him Lord Malak. They're boring lately."

Malak had a daughter? Malak? The big, scary demon who's trying to kill you has a daughter? That was unbelievable. And yet... you were rather... intrigued.

"What does Daddy play with you, Agatha?" You asked. Agatha's eyes would light up right then, if she even had eyes. "Oh! Daddy plays all sorts of games with me! He likes to paint with meee, play dress-up with meee, OH! And he has tea parties with me! I make him be the princess!" You chuckled. And then the booming voice of Malak interrupted your fun. "AGATHA! GO BACK TO YOUR POST! AND WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TELLING PEOPLE THAT?!" "Not to..." Agatha said, ashamed. She turned to you. "I'm sorry. Daddy says I have to go."

POOF! She was gone.

You didn't know if Agatha would kill you here, but one thing was certain.

Malak has a soft spot.

And damn if you weren't gonna use that to your advantage.
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Pinstripe

As you slowly, but surely revealed more about yourself in your time together, Pinstripe could feel himself become more and more intrigued by you. He's felt intrigued before, yes, but this time it was a bit... different.

And what's worse, he couldn't quite seem to put his finger on it.

And then you were done. And he wasn't even listening half the time. But this didn't mean he wasn't interested in you, quite the the opposite. In fact, the reason he had been so lost in thought was because he couldn't figure out why he felt such... intrest in a simple soul, probably damned and doomed for hell. There was no such thing as a good person anymore, was there?

Meanwhile you couldn't help but notice him staring into nothing. You thought the mood was beginning to feel a little awkward, so you cleared your throat. His reaction was almost immediate. He stopped looking at nothing and all his attention went to you. "But yeah... that's me." You stood up. You looked down at your feet, doing your best to avoid eye contact with him. "I should be going now, so-" You were cut off by Pinstripe. "Oh, why leave so soon? It'd be terribly rude of me to just let you spill out everything about yourself without anything in return. Please, stay and let me share a few things about myself as well."
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Alastor

"And here is the main floor! Everything exciting happens here! Want a treat?" You and Alastor were standing at the bottom of the staircase that went spiraling up to the second floor, far from where you could be relaxing right now. Alastor pointed to an old white mini fridge, a straight shot from what you presumed was the couch you had awoken on. "Then why don't you take a look at the small, but filling selection of treats from our mini fridge! The best thing about this little feature? It's not in a kitchen! No kitchen, no wait! Ahahah! No weight! That's how children would body shame me in high-school! Ahahah!"

You didn't know how to respond to that. And so you just stared up at him...

"Or are you a lost soul who longs to drown their sorrows in the bottom of a cold one?" 'A cOLd OnE'. He's such a boomer. Alastor pointed to a- HOLY SHIT IS THAT A BAR?! Why is there a whole-ass BAR here?! Didn't Charlie say this was a place for rehabilitating sinners? You heard her right, right? Or did she say, 'This is a facility where your stay is prolonged CONSTANTLY because you can't stop being a piece of shit, drop the alcohol and for ONCE do something that makes you more likeable as a person!' How?! HOW IS CHARLIE OKAY WITH THIS?!

Almost on-cue, Alastor provided you with some answers. He slung his arm around your shoulder and said, "Ah, my dear friend.. ah, what's your name?" "Y/n-" "Y/N! Such a lovely name! Oh, how fantastic!" Damn, Alastor. Eccentric much? "Well, y/n, I can see the confusion all over your face! And I know what you're thinking! 'Alastor, why would there be a bar in a place of rehabilitation?' Well to answer your question, it was none other than I who brought this bar into existence! I made it myself! Right out of thin air! Poof! As to why, though, doesn't really matter now, does it? Ahahah!"

You grabbed Alastor's hand between your thumb and index finger and he released his grip on your shoulder. You started to back away, slowly. "Yeah, well, that's great and all, but I better get going so-"
"No." You were stopped by Alastor's voice.
"What?.."
"No. You aren't going, my dear. Not right now, anyway. You see, I let an important piece of my childhood slip earlier. And you're a fool to think I was going to let you get away, knowing my quite embarrassing secret I've been quiet about for decades. If you know this much about me already, I must know something too. So tell me, rat..."

You felt so scared.

"What is your darkest secret?"

You didn't think you were getting out of this very easy. It seemed you had no other option.

"I... I killed my brother, Alastor."

Chapter Text

Ink Demon

●At first he thinks, 'OH SATAN WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?'

●Because if anyone besides you finds out he likes you, or if you two got... together and anyone found out, that could ruin his image

●I mean, what would all the cultists and lost souls who fear him think of him if they found out he wasn't some heartless beast?

●On one hand, they could lose faith in him/no longer fear him once they figure out he has a weakness

●But on the other hand, having someone accept him, like, GENUINELY accept him, and a human not to mention, might actually be good for him

●He's in denial at first

●He can't accept the fact that he likes a human, a human! The same heartless creatures that discarded him like he was nothing, that left in the dark while the voices he could never run away from drove him to insanity!

●So anyway he eases into it

●He slowly starts to accept his own feelings

●Because then again, having someone care for him might be a healthy change... you both could get something good out of this
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Malak

●W E L L F U C K

●Denies the absolute, non-existent hell out of it at first

●Because you're a MORTAL! A HUMAN! A flimsy, puny human! He refuses to accept he has feelings!... at first

●The more... 'time' he spent ranting in your presence made him realize how much he enjoyed basking in your presence

●Just... y'know, because he likes to see how frustrated he can make you. It's not like whenever you speak he's looking at how shiny your eyes are, or imagining how soft your skin is, or suppressing the urge to run his fingers through your hair, or-

●Malak is literally British lmao
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Pinstripe

●It wasn't hard for him to tell he was in love, if you couldn't notice

●You had no where to stay in your time at Purgatory, so you would be staying with him.(Purgatory doesn't have realtors, so you have to build your own house.)

●Once again, you're the only person he's ever done this for

●So if that doesn't give him away, nothing will
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Alastor

●When you told him about your brother, he
demanded, no, suggested that you tell him everything and leave out nothing

●You surprised Alastor, for sure. It absolutely baffles him that someone so innocent-acting could be so... cruel

●Thus, sparking an attraction for you within him

●And, as you have probably already guessed, he denies his feelings

●Like, seriously. He denied them so much he started lying to himself. He told himself that you were a sorcerer, and that he didn't have any real feelings for anybody. Because the Radio Demon? Love? Whaaaaaat?

Chapter Text

Ink Demon

You felt bored as you sat alone in a creaky old wooden chair in the Animation Department.
You felt so, so bored.

Bendy was out, he told you he was thinking about a few things.
Which you thought was weird because, c'mon. He's BENDY. He's not a deep thinker, you doubt he's ever thought about any decision he's ever made.
So for him, he was either thinking about a very important few things, or you were annoying him and he needed to get away.

You opted for the latter option.
And you were, in fact, right. You were annoying him.
Just not in the way you would expect...
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Meanwhile in the Ink Machine, in a makeshift throne room, sitting atop a makeshift throne, was Bendy.
He was having trouble with his feelings, like always, but this time they made him even more confused and frustrated, even more so than what was normal for Bendy whenever his emotions gave him a bad time.

Why, you may ask?

Well the answer is simple.

He was thinking about you.

No specific part of you, just you. And why was he feeling so warm and fuzzy all of a sudden? He doesn't even have fur, and the last time he swallowed some cotton was 3 days ago! The fuzzy feeling should have passed! So why? WHY WAS HE FEELING LIKE THIS?!
He needed answers. Now! He needed someone or something to tell him what was happening to him.

And if you're in the studio and you also want information, where do you go?

Why, the studio Archives, of course! Bendy remembers how Joey would always leave him alone with some Gent employees Joey would let prod and examine Bendy, to 'see what makes him tick', in the very words of the traitor himself. Joey wanted to discover how Bendy 'works', seeing how he wasn't a human, nor a perfect creation. Bendy wasn't even flesh and bone. Not that Bendy being perfect would have stopped Joey from running experiments on him anyways. But he was letting his mind get off-topic, there had to be some record of the little amount of findings the employees discovered. Growling to himself angrily about what had happened in his past before shoving those feelings down, Bendy teleported through the wall.
Next stop, The Archives.
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The journey there was terrible. Teleportation was the faster choice, sure, but that doesn't mean it was always the best choice he had. Teleportaion meant taking everything he had to not become enraged at the whispers that surrounded him, their cries amplified 10% more than they were whenever he wasn't submerged in the sea of ink, the sea an endless jet black void, where his only light source was a swirling yellow light below him, glowing oh so bright. Bendy swam the best he could downward toward the light, and when he got close enough to touch it, the light separated in the middle, creating an opening where he could clearly see the circular build of the Archives. Bendy swam through this opening, emerging from the wall.

He was there, now he just has to find that book. Bendy knows that the Gent employees wrote down their findings in a peice of paper they kept in the back of a copy of The Illusion of Living. Whenever the Gent employees came to see him they brought the book with them every time, and every time they never tried to hide their method of recording their findings and keeping them hidden. Bendy knew what to look for, just not where to look for it.

So what does he do?

Why, he forces open every vault and tears through it's contents, shaking every copy The Illusion of Living of anything it possibly has inside, of course!

By the time Bendy was done, the Archives was trashed. Old retro posters, schematics for the Ink Machine, and documents layed about.
And then something caught Bendy's attention. A copy of The Illusion of Living lay dormant atop a desk, slanted against the wall. 'God damn it' Bendy thought to himself. Reaching for the book Bendy said irritability, "I swear to God, if that's the book I've been lookin' for and it's been here the whole time I'm gonna-" Bendy had opened up the book to the very last page and wouldn't you know it, between the last page and the back of the book lay a yellowed, aged piece of paper, neatly folded into a square. Well look at him, being stupid. Taking the paper out of the book, Bendy let the book fall to the ground. He had no need for the book, just what was inside the book.

Bendy focused his attention back to the paper. He grabbed the worn and torn edges of the sketchy yellow paper and began to unfold it. Unfolded, the paper looked like a rectangular poster, turned sideways. It was like you could present it as a science project. On the far left of the paper was a detailed drawing of Bendy himself, with labels and notes scribbled all around it.

Yep, this was what he was looking for.
And yep, he just trashed the Archives for almost no reason.
But Bendy didn't think much of it, there was a group of Lost Ones in the next room over, they could clean it up for him.

Speaking of those Lost Ones... he should get away from them. Wouldn't want him to spill out everything about him with someone around, yes?
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Bendy had returned to his throne, and was staring at the words scribbled on the paper in front of him. These scribbles said things like,

'When the failure is in an area, these black things completely cover the walls. *Note: DO NOT TOUCH BLACK THINGS. Fred touched them and now he's - ------ -------*'

The last three words were covered with dried ink.

Bendy audibly groweld at the way the Gent employees refused to call him by his name because he wasn't perfect. He hated it.
But he shoved those feelings down and looked at another note.

'OK, so believe it or not, and Mike is the one who found this out, apparently, the failure has an emotional capacity,-'

No. Oh, no no no no no! Is that why he feels the way he does?! HE HAS FEELINGS FOR YOU?!?! A HUMAN?! The humans hurt him! He can't love a human!

'Oh Satan, what did I do to deserve this?'

Oh God this was gonna ruin him, wasn't it? What if someone found this out? They could spread that throughout the whole studio! It'd ruin his reputation! If they found out he has... feelings, no one would think of him as a monster, would they? That was how he got people to listen! WHAT DOES HE DO???

And what about all the cultists and their Prophet who worships him?! He couldn't get into this relationship, the cult wouldn't-

Just then, Bendy hears a high-pitched scream, but without the gargling that would have came along with it if it was the scream of a common ink creature, which means...

T H A T W A S Y O U R S C R E A M

'Ah shit, ah shit, ah shit!' He thought. He realized then, he shouldn't have been so stupid as to just leave you out in the open.
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You awoke.

Slowly opening your eyes, you blinked to adjust to the blinding light.

Once you were sure you adjusted you scanned the room, and weirdly enough there were a dozen dripping figures crowded around you, all of them were either short with their bodies bound to the ground with puddles, or they were tall and skinny with legs. But no matter what they looked like, they were all wearing makeshift Bendy masks, not of the demonic Bendy who you now... tolerate, but the cute cartoon Bendy you would sometimes see posters for, but could never watch.

Yes, the posters you would find in the (rare) dumpster caught your eye, but as hard as you looked, both online and through books, you could never find a copy of even one film, you couldn't even find any other information about the cartoon other than a release date, and that was it. But that didn't surprise you. It's 2022, the cartoon was made in 1929, people have moved on from that style of animation.

And also weirdly enough, you quickly found you were standing upright, but not on your own. Oh no no no, you found out as soon as you struggled to get away from your captors that you were bound to a pole. With ropes. To add to this, there was also something reminiscent of a summoning circle below you.

Yaaaayy... funtimes in the studio...

"Prophet!" One of the skinny figures said, breaking you from your thoughts, "They're awake! The offering has awoken!"

"Thank you, sheep..." said a voice coming from your left, coming out as an audible mumble of barely silent thanks to the skinny figure. The voice drew your attention to a door, also on your left.

You watched as the doorknob turned, and the door creaked open with a SQEEEAK. The door was left half open as another inky skinned, mask wearing head poked out from the gap between the door.

You heard the voice again, coming from the head. "Are you ready to serve your Lord, my little sheep?"

Oh hell no.

The head emerged from the door and out came a suspender-clad creature reminiscent of the tall skinny figures, the only difference being its build was far from skinny, in fact it was quite muscular.

It stopped in front of you and turned around towards the figures. He- you've concluded he was a he, there was no way he was a she- started talking.

"Praise our Lord, praise him! Praise him and he will surely set us free!"

On cue all twelve of the figures started shouting praises to their 'lord', who was still unknown to you. They shouted compliments and praises to this lord like he was saving their souls.

The muscular figure signaled the rest to stop with his hands. "That's quite enough for now, sheep. We must carry on with the ritual." The figure then turned his head towards you. "And you, thank you for being our sacrifice to our Lord. You are very brave."

You were forced into this.

The muscular figure turned away from you and walked back towards the room he emerged from, he shut the door not after saying, "And he will set. Us. Free."

You could hear the crackle of speakers in front of you, and surely enough there was two speakers hung from two posts in front of you. And from the speakers the voice of the muscular figure was heard again, louder this time and booming.

"Sheep sheep sheep it's time for sleep.
Rest your head, it's time for bed.
In the morning you may wake,
Or in the morning, you'll be dead.
Hear us, Bendy!
Arise from the darkness!
Arise, and claim our offering!
Free us, we beg you!
We summon you, Ink Demon!
Show your face, and take this tender sheep!"

And then you could hear it. The sound of a familiar heartbeat. You've heard it before. And accompanying this heartbeat were black tendrils which climbed the walls around you. All of a sudden all the figures, big and small, were excited all of a sudden. They kept shouting things like, "Prophet! Oh, Prophet, look!" "He accepts us!" and "It was good enough!" All of which made the 'Prophet' slam the open the door to the room he was in. And then he got excited, too. It seemed he couldn't stay still.

"Oh! Oh! We've done it! Here he comes!"

Now you were actually scared. But you were also angry at Bendy, these tendrils were something that you only saw when he was around. You had just began tolerating him, and he kills you?! But as angry as you were, you still couldn't help feeling scared.

And then he was there.

The inky monstrosity that was Bendy appeared from the wall on your right.
He couldn't make any expression except happy, but nonetheless you could tell he was worried, which was odd considering your situation. He turned to the Prohpet and pointed at you.

"LAWRENCE! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

"Oh! My Lord, is the sheep not what you expected? The cult apologizes! What is it about our sacrifice that angers you so?"

You then heard a low growl come from Bendy.
"I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU DID WRONG, YOU HIMBO!" You saw Lawrence and the cult visibly flinch at his loud voice. "YOU GAVE ME A HUMAN I'VE ALREADY TRAPPED AS A SACRIFICE, DUMBASS!"

The Prophet looked as if he had done something deathly wrong, and in his frightened stupor he stuttered out, "O-oh! Our apologies, My Lord! I shall release this sheep with utmost haste!" The Prophet then turned towards you and he looked like he was going to untie you, but then Bendy spoke, "No thank you. You've done enough, dont'cha think?" Lawrence once again visibly tensed up at his Lord's disappointed voice, but stepped away from you anyway without saying a word.

Bendy approached you and started untying you himself. He began muttering under his breath, "God damn it Sammy... I'm gonna have to fix this shit..." saying the last part quietly so 'Sammy' couldn't hear.
The ropes then fell to the ground with a THUD. You didn't have time to rub your wrists as Bendy had grabbed you by your right one, his grip was hard, but not hard enough to hurt you, just hard enough to get a good grip on you.

Bendy didn't have to tell the cult not to do that to you again, he had made his message perfectly clear.

Once you two made it far enough so that the cult was out of earshot, Bendy held your
shoulders and kneeled down to your level.

"I'm sorry."

Now that surprised you.

Bendy doesn't normally apologize to you... or to anyone, for that matter. Up until now, you were sure he had little to no sympathy. So why is now any different?

It's because Bendy had decided he's changed his mind about you. You're the only friendly human contact he's had in a long, long, time.

In fact, you had been the only friendly contact he's ever experienced.

Ever.

This could be healthy for him, he decided.
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Malak

"Just six more to go, love. Ready to try again?" The voice of Beirce called from behind you. A crimson cloud of dust exploded in front of you, and a nightmare portal revealed itself to you, this one had a smiling face with some sort of fancy hat on... a pirate, you assumed.

You had done it, you had beat Agatha's little dollhouse, AND you had discovered Malak's soft side...
You looked up the golden flight of stairs leading up to a pair of velvety red doors, holding a swollen eye in the middle, you learned that this wasn't a very unsettling decor choice made by Beirce, but rather Malak's only way of looking into Beirce's realm. As long as Malak stayed behind those doors, he had no way to interact with The Ballroom.

Which gave you an idea... since you now know of Malak's soft side, why not rub it in his face some?

Oh, this was going to be fun...

You strutted your way up the staircase, and as soon as Malak noticed you walking towards his eye, your attention completely fixed on him, of course he became irritated. Even more so when you came up to his 'side' and rested your elbow atop of the wooden frame around his eye, with the most smug, shit-eating grin on your face.

Malak rolled himself.

And he sighed, "Ughh... what. Do. You. Want, mortal?" Now was your chance. And so you say in a condescending tone you know will aggrevate him, "Guuuess whaaat Maaaalaaak!" Malak rolled himself again, dismissing your teasing as childish banter. He sighed in annoyance. "What, mortal?" He said, almost growling. "I know your seeeecreeeeet!"

Now Malak was concerned. If you knew any secret of his, no matter how big or small it may be, it certainly wasn't a good thing. He looked at you, slightly scared, slightly concerned. He didn't even have to say it, that look told you everything you needed to know. You leaned down reeeeally close to him, keep your smug grin, and whispered, "I know you like to play dress-up with Agatha!~" Oh hell no. Malak screamed at the top of his lungs. "NOOO!" "I know you like to have tea parties with her and you're always the priiinceeees!~" "NOOOOOO!" This was dehumanizing, embarrassing! And yet, you seemed to not only laugh, but FUCKING CACKLE at his misery. Your quarrel had also caught the attention of Beirce, who was laughing equally as hard as you. This was embarrassing... Malak closed himself.

It took you and Beirce a couple minutes to stop laughing and catch your breath, even after Malak had left. And when you did, Beirce's mood shifted drastically from happy back to her normal, cocky self. She yelled at you, "Yes yes, very funny. NOW GO COLLECT THE SOUL SHARDS!"
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You had cleared the hedge maze and were in the golden manor, admiring your surroundings. Unbeknownst to you, though, Malak had been watching you from the balcony above you.

Malak growled to himself. He must admit, he didn't know how to feel about you anymore. The fact that you had embarassed him in front of his worst enemy made him want to just jump down and behead you right now, but those eyes... that smile...

Wait a minute...

Oh no.

O H F U C K

WHAT WAS HE SAYING? THIS ISN'T NORMAL FOR HIM! Malak silently panicked, careful as to not make any noise as he didn't want to alert you to his location. He had to take his realization elsewhere. He could deal with himself there.

In a puff of black smoke, Malak disappeared.

He reappeared in his realm, in a space behind the doors in Beirce's Ballroom. He pressed his back up against the velvety doors and let himself sit down to process this. Was this real? Was this really happening? Had he fallen in love?

And with a mortal, no less?

A puny, weak, easily broken, mortal?

How? Why was he feeling these things?

What made him love you? Your attitude? Most certainly not, you had just made it about as far as any average mortal who dared come up against him...

And so he denied his... 'feelings'. Perhaps this wasn't love, maybe it was just infatuation, short and quick...

He made a decision. He would see how well you fared against his Watchers... he'd let that determine his attraction...
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You did it.

It was an impossible task, but you did it.

Despite every force being against you, despite the nightmare collapsing around you, you had escaped, and you managed to take the ring with you.

Malak watched an exhausted you talk with Beirce, who was eager to get her greedy hands on another ring piece. Malak practically fumed at this, that was HIS ring! HIS power! Once again, Malak felt torn. Because on one hand, he just wanted to coddle you for however long eternity was, but on the other hand, he hated the fact that you were helping his worst enemy drain him of his power, essentially.

Malak doesn't know how to feel about you...
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Pinstripe

It's been a few weeks since then...

You haven't escaped Purgatory yet, but that didn't stop Mr. Pinstripe, or simply Pinstripe, as he insisted you call him, from being nice to you.

Currently, you were alone in his house, in the little room he's been letting you stay in, as he was currently out and about doing 'errands'. He didn't tell you what he was doing, and that's not a big deal, it's nothing suspicious. Though it did leave you unbelievably bored...

And what better way to cure this boredom than with a drink? There was a bar in Red Wash not to far from the abode, why not get a drink? You're an adult, a few drinks won't hurt you...
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You sat down on a velvety stool at the bar's countertop, the very last one on the far left side. It was next to a very pale man who looked drunk out of his mind, but it was the only seat left that was meant for one person. There were booths open, but those were meant for larger groups of people. If a group was coming in, you didn't want to take up a booth all for yourself.

So you sat on the dusty stool.

You noticed this detail when you sat down, and observed your surroundings, curious about the condition of the rest of the building.

It wasn't really that distasteful...

The bar had an old-timey feel to it, like a late 1910's- early 1920s aura. The entire bar was made of, once again, darkwood.
Purgatory must really, really like darkwood.
Lining the far-right side of the bar were darkwood booths with red velvet cushioning. Beside the bar was an old phonograph playing a song, it sounded slow, and old. Between the bar and the booths was a small, red, rectangular carpet, covering the black-tiled floors of the establishment. Hanging from the ceiling were lights that lit up the place, and kept it from feeling completely gloomy.

You liked this place, it felt calm.

"Mmhm.."

You jumped a little, and your attention was called to the front of the bar by the bartender in front of you, the sound was him coughing to get your attention, as he wanted to get your order. You hoped he hadn't been standing there for a while, watching you stare all over the room dumbly. The bartender spoke,

"What'll it be, miss/sir/you person? Sack Juice or Sack Juice?"

"Um- Sack Juice, please."

"Good choice."

The funny thing?

Sack Juice was all they were serving.

"Oh, Sack Juice! I- *hic* love Sack Juice, I- *hic* I love it so much... I wanna- *hic* marry Sack Juice..."

You looked to your right. The voice was the drunkard you had seen earlier, the reason you were nervous about sitting here in the first place. He was gripping a glass of pitch-black Sack Juice, a lazy grin plastered on his face. Not that it was important to note, but he also had an Irish accent... sounded familiar...

The bartender handed you your glass of Sack Juice, and you thanked him. He nodded and went back to work. You took a sip of your Sack Juice. For something that smelled so awful, it tasted so sweet. You now understood why the drunkard liked it so much.

Speaking of Sack Juice, it has just hit you that this was your first time drinking Sack Juice, which means you didn't have any of the Sack Juice that Ms. Birdie poured for you back at her house... you were going to have to apologize for that next time you saw her.

"Hey, hey, did you- *hic* did you hear me? I said I wanna- *hic* I wanna marry Sack Juice."

You nodded your head at the man.

"Mhm. I heard you."

The man stared at you. Then his eyes slightly widened. "Hey, hey, you're the one, aren't you? The- the one good ol' Pinstripe has been talking about."

"He has?"

You took a swig of your drink.

"Yeah. He- he's been telling... every oooone... about how- how nice you are." He giggled before slurring out, "I think Pinstripe's in loooove with yooooou!" He giggled again.

You looked at him. You were sure he had said that out of drunkenness, though you, for some reason, hoped deep down that it wasn't.

"Are you serious?..."

"N-nooo, I'm Jack!" He started sobbing. "My name isn't Serious, it's Jack!" He put his head on the counter and started sobbing while spewing nonsense words, all purly out of drunkenness.

You were starting to feel uncomfortable, so you finished your drink and payed the bartender.

"Okay then, have- have fun with that, buddy."

You walked back to Pinstripe's abode, feeling confused and just slightly drunk.
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Alastor

Alastor's deer-like ears perked up at this. "Oh? Well, please, allow me to indulge in such a story!"

You were in no way comfortable with this, but with the way that he was acting, you were too scared to say 'no'... so you told him everything.

"I really didn't mean to... it was an accident, I would never hurt him on purpose- I meant to protect him, not kill him! We were being attacked and my gun misfired- and the guy got away because of it, and not only that, but I killed my brother and-"

This was such a bad memory for you, and you were starting to hyperventilate because of it. Alastor, of course, took notice and didn't stop you until your words became unintelligible.

"Darling."

You stopped.

"You can stop now. I didn't mean to overwhelm you." Alastor, of course, knew that was a lie. But no one had to know that. Call him cruel, but he wasn't just going to let a weak, low-class demon embarrass him right in the lobby without some sweet, sweet payback. And you can't even be angry at him, he was Alastor. The Radio Demon. He was cruel to everyone who wronged him. You were no exception. And yet... the fact that someone so innocent looking could be so cruel intrigued him...

You decided to speak. "Well, Alastor, there you go. I hope I didn't overwhelm you..." Alastor laughed. "Ahahaho! Nonsense, my dear!"
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After all that happened, Alastor felt gracious enough to walk you back to your room, though just a bit... ahem- SLOWLY this time after the way he rushed you downstairs last time.

You and Alastor were both standing in front of the door to your room. "Here you are, y/n! Your humble abode!" "Thank you Alastor..." You both then just stood there in silence, not sure how to continue this conversation.

So you just decided to end it.

"Bye, Alastor."

You quickly (and rather awkardly) turned around and opened the door to your room, entering it and then closing it in Alastor's face.

Alastor just stood there.

Now that you were gone, he could finally start to take care of that... weird fascination he suddenly had with you... you were probably a witch, a wizard, a magic person.

"You shall not sway me, you magic person."

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●Tries not to laugh, really, he tries not to, but eventually he just can't contain the sillyness any longer and he'll burst out laughing.

●Of course he stops when you look at him all grumpy-like, but until then he's gonna laugh at you.

●He will apologize for laughing, but him telling you where some health kits are or him helping you at all depends on how badly you hurt yourself.

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Malak

●Just like Bendy, he openly laughs at your pain.

●That's all.

●Doesn't even try to help you

●Doesn't even matter if you busted your head open or not

●He's just like, 'Ohhh, shit, I don't care!' and then gets back to drinking his tea

●Or whatever the fuck satanic bullshit British people do for fun

●Cause he's a dick

●But he still cares about you a little bit so he asks if you're okay (at least) then you get back to running away.

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Pinstripe

●Out of all the people on the list, he cares the most

●If you tripped on a rock or something and got minor bruises he'd just help you up and ask if you're okay

●But I if it was a PERSON who did that to you he'd act like it's no big deal but then that person would mysteriously disappear out of no where... funny.

●(he killed them)

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Alastor

●He finds anyone's pain hilarious, you are no exception. 

●But then like some... sorcerer's magic he felt sorry for laughing for some reason!

●(He can not tell what is romantic feelings or not, just like you!)

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A/n

Uh yeah this was requested by LYCANScanDANCE and I WAS going to write these after I got the important chapters down but then I realized you didn't have to be in a relationship to get hurt

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(This is dead ass all I finished before I never touched this book again lol)