♢ The Animation studio roared with broken gears. Inky fluids flooded every crack and corner. Echoes of metal loudly clashing with an object could be heard throughout the darkness of Joey Drew's wrecked workshop, and the banging was getting louder.

Every living soul was on its edge. The once beautiful and bold woman known as Susie Campbell, was now nothing but a pathetic corpse lying on the floor.

She fought the Ink Demon Drew with her final breath, but despite her aggressive and brutal axe swings - Joey Drew had a bigger army. An army of brainless ink monster who shrieked and cried at every sound. Alice Angel was outnumbered, defeated.

But that was no longer important; lying face down, an oozing smell of ink and blood spilled out of Susie's beaten body. Her wounds were fatal, and she couldn't feel her bones. Perhaps she lost, but she definitely won some time for Henry to escape.

"Ugh, finally - No More Angel." - Bendy hissed through his teeth, while looking down at Alice's defeated body. The little Devil felt the need to move almost without end; if his limbs were moving the anxiety was gone, or at least he could ignore it a while. Walking back and forth, his search of the Man who tried to steal his work of art - his (Y/n), was pretty fruitless. But Alas, it seemed that Henry, Boris and (L/n) got separated and each ran to different directions.

"Pl..please... when will this all end... let us go home" - voices and whispers emitted from the mindless ink monsters that were tired and beaten up from Alice's attacks. They were standing awkwardly, looking down at the corpse that was once Susie Campbell.

"Silence! No one's getting a rest until we find (Y/n) and that piece of Flesh - Henry!'' Bendy gripped his round head while anticipation took over him. Unexpectedly, his thoughts were interrupted by a feminine giggle. A laugh he knew so well and hated.

"H..heh...hhe... you think you won? HA! YOU DON'T MAKE THE PLANS HERE. This place will be burning down for good..."

Bendy turned around to look at the broken voice that dared to speak to him. A shattered face was staring up at him. Her limbless body was tediously crawling towards Bendy, as if trying to clench onto him. Susie's corrupted Halo was ripped out of her head, making her look worse than any abomination. But Even when all beaten up and broken, Susie always got to mock the Dancing Demon.

"You won't be dancing anymore, Demon. Your dear (Y/n) will finally finish what she started... hehe..eheh, O͊nͬL̛Y̬ I̺ K͖N̕O̩W̢ H͆O̅W͎̑ ṬH̓I̫S̋ A͕L͉L͠ tṲͫ͝R͚N͠S̐ O᷆UͭT̛-̖"

But Susie couldn't even finish her last sentence as she was easily stabbed in the back.

"Turns out you're dead." - Bendy whispered, his eyes still rounded up in shock. Suddenly it clicked to him what Alice was trying to imply.

"...(Y/n) wasn't planning to escape all along, she left Henry to escape." - silence and dread lingered in the room as The demonic toon whispered, causing every ink monster to tense up "She's planning to burn this place with everyone in it!"

Another loud bang of metal clashing somewhere in the studio echoed all around , confirming Bendy's theory. This studio wasn't just collapsing out of bad ink flooding or malfunctions - but because someone was single handedly wrecking it. The Psychotic Toon gasped in realization and horror before getting back to his demanding and murderous behavior.

"Find that pathetic meatsack immediately! Don't LET HENRY ESCAPE! And I..." - the chaos and hell came back as the Ink Toon ordered his army of walking ink monstrosities. Everyone could hear the thunderous roar of ink pipes crashing or breaking all around. But Bendy didn't let those alarming noises distract him, for His goal was set on one thing only.

"I will find (Y/n) myself."

Every monster was shrieking in fear, knowing if they won't find Henry and Boris - doom shall await them. Thus, the miserable bodies, that were once normal people and employees, scattered in all different directions in search of Henry.

♢ Meanwhile, a cartoonish Wolf and an adult man reached the stairs of the first floor. Henry couldn't deny that this place was falling apart - but the exit from which he came from was so close. The innocent Boris was careful to make sure that Henry will reach his escape safely, just like Miss (L/n) ordered.

"We're almost there, buddy." - Henry slowed down while panting. "1st floor! We finally escaped the hell from down there."

Boris' ears perked up like a puppy, upon hearing more shrieking and screaming somewhere from downstairs. The toon realized that threat is still lingering around despite the exit being so close. Tugging on his pal's dirty sleeves, the wolf tried to pull Henry out of here.

"Wait, Boris," - Henry tried to reason, filling his voice with worry. "We're pretty far off, and the exit is almost there. But what about (Y/n)?"

Boris' eyes rounded up like two black buttons. He recalled that his pal won't go unless Miss (L/n) is with them. Before Henry or Boris could think of another plan, a thick smell of gasoline and smoke enveloped the floor. Air was thick with wisps of silver grey smoke curling and dancing their way through the haziness. Sweat lingered in the air, as Henry felt almost suffocated.

The Animation Studio was collapsing and it seems that someone started a big fire. Henry and Boris realized what was happening, and they had to hurry before the fire devores the first floor as well.

"Oh no... Boris! We can't leave (Y/n) behind. She said she'll come with us when we'll reach first floor? What if she's danger?"

Boris hummed in worry and concern. The Tall toon was sure that (Y/n) was in the deepest point of this workshop, destroying the pumping systems and the Ink Machine. But Boris and Henry struggled so far to come back in here, and taking the risk of going down into this hell hole to retrieve Miss (L/n) and come back up alive again is impossible!

Henry begged for differ.

♢ In the meantime, a certain Short Toon was running and slipping through inky walls to find his beloved. Bendy let his fear take over him, making him ran faster than he ever could. The poor devil could only guess where (Y/n) is ; destroying the Ink Machine, pumping systems, toy machines, the archives, anywhere! And all of them were on different floors and levels.

"C'mon, (Y/n) , where are you?!" - Bendy noticed the strong stench of smoke, signaling the upcoming arson that may occur here. Taking a notice of the extra puddles of ink, that could cause only more fire to envelop sooner. "Oh no!"

"(Y/N)!"

The Dancing Demon wasn't stopping. Bendy's eyes stayed glued to the corridors in front of him, while passing through rooms, chambers and offices while the world passed in a blur of red and white lights. The hiss of the broken pipes over the cracking wood planks were lost under the pounding bass of metal clashing somewhere.

"(Y/N)!!! Come Out, dear, this isn't funny anymore... Please!"

Bendy took notice of the Ink trails. When arriving to the pumping system, he met a broken machinery - (Y/n) was here before, and she already destroyed it. Running to his next destination, every necessary machinery or device that kept this place together was totally rigid beyond repair. But an important clue that Bendy caught were Ink-stained human handprints. (Y/n) went through this path.

♢ Time passed slowly. (Y/n) stayed hidden within the darkness, feeling every beat of her heart pounding. The deep, dark abyss of the Ink Machine was surrounded by fire and Ink, turning the room into a complete chaos.

The Female stood still, the axe held in a tight grip. Black plumes of smoke rose above the (hair-color) woman. The black puddles of ink burnt in ragged lines toward the wooden walls. Despite the broken gears, the loud axe swings' crashes and fire in the room, only one sound to be heard for (Y/n); her own pulse throbbing in her ears. Suddenly, the serenity of silence surrendered to the deathly scream of chains, as the door opposite her was slowly prised open.

"(Y-y/n)?"

(Y/n) didn't have to turn around, she knew well who it was.

Bendy was afraid. He didn't dare to say a word, and he felt himself being paralyzed. Upon taking slow steps towards his beloved Muse - (Y/n), Bendy inspected what was going on.

His dear lady was looking at the Ink Machine with silence. Her gentle (body-figure) figure was covered from neck to toe in ink ; that would be only logical, since this whole place is drowning in this rich black liquid. The grip on the axe was firm but tight, ready to take another swing at the Ink Machine anytime.

"(Y/n), I found you... c-come on, we need to leave." - Bendy knows he's anxious when he feels the warm wind more keenly in his eyes; the fire was getting stronger making it hard to breath. it's that tearless stage when the eyes take on a sheen of water and a tension builds behind them. "The fire, it's getting stronger..."

Bendy was met with silence - (Y/n) didn't dare to turn around, instead she lifted her axe high in the air Before swinging it down at the Ink Machine again.

"This place is falling apart! It's dangerous if we stay here any lo-"

"I wanted to destroy this thing ever since Joey installed it."

"Huh?"

"The Ink Machine. The thing that made you fully real and alive." - (Y/n) spoke in a hushed manner, as she slowly turned around to face the Ink Demon. "To think of it, if Joey didn't built it - everyone would've been alive and well today."

Bendy gulped, trying to connect the dots in his head. "Yes, dear, Joey was a liar and a terrible monster - but he's no longer in control, WE are! We literally had everything in our hands!"

"Everything..? EVERYTHING? All we had were the corpses of the people that I used to work with - these people were just like me, Bendy, but we tortured them and made them suffer in here for 30 years!"

"No they weren't like you! They were no better than Drew ; a bunch of competing greedy liars who just wanted fame and steal someone else's work! How can you still feel sympathy towards them? They literally blamed you for the weird shenanigans with Joey behind your back!"

"So what? We're going to just murder them all? Make their life a living hell? That didn't fix anything."

"...perhaps. But look, now no one dares to speak ill of you. They praise you - they see you...and me, as their saviors!"

"Out of fear, Bendy. It's called f̊ e͓̕ aͫͫ ̓rͮ.̍

Fear is part of being human, it's the precursor to bravery! We need it, it wakes us up to what needs to be done."

"But (Y/n)... You're not a human anymore, you know that right?"

(Y/n) gritted her teeth, Bendy didn't seem to understand her point and nor did he want to listen anymore. Nonetheless, The fire was rising up while rusty chains started to fall apart from the crashing wooden planks. Bendy flinched, his instinct telling him to move away. but (Y/n) was still moveless, standing inches away from the fire. She was walking unusually slowly, almost robotically, as if her brain was struggling to tell each foot to take the next step.

"Um..(Y/n), we need to get of here! Now!"

"Not a human. You're right... Perhaps I didn't get the joy of living a human life - because of YOU!"

With a strong swing at the Ink Machines, a loud crash was emitted upon contact bringing only more destruction . (Y/n) didn't have the patience anymore, as she went berserk to end this Ink Machine. Oblivious to her actions, (Y/n)'s harsh affects causes the floor and ceiling to collapse on each other.

Bendy covered his head in fear, he saw that more obstacles got stuck between him and (Y/n). He didn't care anymore about the Ink Machine or the conflict that went between him and his love - he just wanted to get (L/n) out of this mess Before the fire reaches her.

"(Y/n)! Please Stop! You're going to kill yourself, just-" - the wooden planks started to burn down and collapse, making bigger cracks on the ground. Bendy can't get to (Y/n) any closer, she had to jump by herself. "I know you're mad, (Y/n), I really do. I know that you hate me for throwing you in that Ink Machine, I know you hate me for killing those humans - you have all the rights to loath me."

Bendy's pleads and cries caught (Y/n)'s distraught mind, forcing her to face Her Toon. The floor was collapsing making (Y/n) only to back up further away from Bendy.

"But please, (Y/n)... just grab my hand. Jump, I'll catch you!"

With a misery visible in his pitch black eyes, The Little Devil Darling tried to calm down And extend his gloved hand. He waited for (Y/n) to jump and take his palm Before the Ink Machine collapses on her.

But she stood motionless.

♢ What will (Y/n)(L/n) do? ♢

Coming up next : 3 endings.