CAUTIONS : There's a tiny small hint of gore and violence here... you've been warned

Screenshot from Bendy and The Ink Machine Chapter 1.

A dark room filled with oozing blood and Ink, where no spec of sunlight could ever reach , cold was keeping this room still.

"HERE! HERE THEY ARE DARLING!"

A locked wooden door was loudly blasted open, letting in the candlelight from the corridors to travel in inside upon the oodles of the wicked pitch black mass that is Blood and Ink. The whole room was drowning in this disgusting liquid , as several shapes and limbs tried to move away in a shaking and trembling manner

"THOSE LITTLE DEAR FRIENDS... WAITING FOR THEIR SWEET (Y/N) TO COME BACK AND RESCUE THEM!"

Bendy's shouts caused everyone to crumble in fear, letting (Y/n) to take in for the truth she demanded from the beginning.

The Room was sinking with enormous puddles of Ink, covering the old Wooden walls and reaching the old dusty ceiling. The orange pale walls peeled slowly with the layers of dust and dirt ; the floors bowed under Bendy's feet with each rough step he took. The door, heavy as it was, creaked and groaned every time it tried to open on its own. Something dark and cold stared back from every Inky corner that bent under the weight of age. The air was damp and filled with a mixture of iron and ink, causing the Female (Hair-color) to hold her breath and cringe.

But what truly shocked the (eye-color) eyes, were the moving shapes.

"And you know what?! I'll tell you everything!"

Humanoid Figures and limbs shifted and tremble in agony as if drowning in Ink from head to Toe. (Y/n) couldn't make out their features or even looks, they looked like blobs or Black Liquid that merged into different people's shapes - familiar old shapes. These were bodies - half dead half living.

"Those are your friends , (y/n). "

(Y/n) stayed silent as Bendy's mouth formed a line, building an irritating tension.

"No...no no no. But, what about Joey and Sammy? I saw it - I saw you choking him to death while I... I stabbed him, several times in a row. They're dead! It can't be!"

As a liquid its thick; sticky, and has a pungent smell of ink, it can act like quicksand or just plain coat and suffocate people. As a gas it's quite strange it is able to pass through solid material with ease, suffocate, and eat away like acid. As a whole Darkness is an odd thing.

"After I locked you in that ink machine tank... I quickly moved the corpses of that Drew and Lawrence away. No body found them y'know. But the rest - oh... my dear, they all went crazy. They were scared the moment they couldn't find you three. Only Ink was left. Oh... But then those idiots - your co workers thought it was your fault!"

"Impossible. If the Police was here, then they could've found out about the murder - Sammy's body, Joey's body ... they've probably sent the crew for questioning, Bendy ; Don't. Spill. Nonsense."

"It's THE TRUTH! That day - the Day we got rid of the moron Lawrence and Drew, you think I would've just stopped there? Letting the rest of the silly crew ran away and let everything out to the world?! No... those cowards got what they deserve instead. Look-"

The disgusting oozing smell still lingered in the air, as (Y/n) wanted to gag , forcing her to hold her head in place. The Female realized what those are - people. Her co workers.

Bendy was panting, grunting in rage and frustration.

He build up everything to prepare the moment his Female creator would finally accept his love and care. To finally accept the fact that she's a masterpiece and he is work of her art. But Alas, (L/n) won't move on until she discover the truth she's been waiting for.

His beloved (L/n) was still thinking of the crew - of the people she used to care for.

The thought was tearing the Demonic Toon apart. His one and only muse was rather worried about people who were long ago dead. He tortured them, gifting them with external hell of a life, all while thinking of the Love his Sweet (Y/n) will provide him. Her soft whispers and delicious lips brushing against his cold solid body. He couldn't risk losing her.

Meanwhile The sadistic Demon was wondering in his insanity, (Y/n) dumbfounded stood behind Her Toon, her cold (eye-color) narrowing in order to adjust her sight of dark shapes that were in front of them both.

"They tried to argue, to find you! So they sent the foolish Henry away, to call for help - he was the only witness who saw you after all. And the rest, they stayed close by, searching for any signs of you... But when their search came to an end - I showed myself."

"N...no...we, didn't... my savior-"

Bendy's grin widened upon hearing those prayers of mercy.

"You... Showed yourself? To everyone while they tried to find me?! But...-"

"That selfish girl - Susie Campbell. She was speaking all sorts of things. I stayed silent, and that is until I heard the mentioning of your name."

(Y/n) couldn't hold her eyes narrowed and sharpen anymore, as they gave up on her and started to slowly get wet. The Toon slowly approached her close, taking hold of her shoulders that were leaning down.

"What... did she say...?"

"She was telling LIES! Blaming that it was "Probably" your dirty work! That you , and Drew, were acting suspicious and untrustworthy! That you were the reason for all the shenanigans and mischievous in this place! And then the rest joined in - saying all sorts of things about you : how you got paler, more silent, observing everyone and staying late after work without a reason... "

A sudden nearby shift caused the Female's eyes snap to look down. A humanoid figure was crouching, barely holding up its Inky body and looking at the Living (Y/n).

"...(y-/n)... you... came back-k , you are ...here. Please, rescue us... my ... savior..."

"AGH!"

That male voice was raspy and broken, but distinguished. A creature, that probably used to be a human, was trying to reach the 26 year old, pleading and kneeling under her. (Y/n) yelped, stared at it, unable to understand anything; paralyzing fear run through (L/n)'s Inky veins as she remembers that voice. Sammy Lawrence Was begging her for mercy.

"Aw... what is that? You're begging for mercy? Oh ho , how cute...WEREN'T YOU WAITING FOR HER?"

Bendy's loud shouts and taunting made the poor (L/n) close her eyes upon the loud ringing.

"pl...pleas-she...(-y/..n) ... my s-savior..."

"WELL, HERE'S THE MUSE, THE SAVIOR THAT YOU ALL PRAYED FOR - ISN'T THAT WHAT YOUR MINDLESS HEADS WISHED FOR?"

"BENDY STOP!"

Bendy's angered temper ceased away the moment he heard the delightful voice calling for him. The demonic murderous mood quickly snapped away as his caring and sweet smile turned back upon thinking of his Beloved (Y/n) ; Turning back to face her with deep loving and calm eyes, The Toon locked eyes with Frustrated (eye-color) orbs.

"They actually found out ?! What did they do- did- oh no..."

"I ... politely saying, stopped them. Every single one of them. And forcing them to choke on their own blood. I won't bare anyone else to open up their filthy mouths. And at the end, it so happens that I turned them into these Living Monstrosities... heh... then causing them to live for a while, and then kill them, over and over again. They deserve worse for what they did, right (Y/n)?"

"Why?! THAT'S WRONG!" Rigid with fury, pale (skin-color) hands gripped the sides of the Female's head , while glaring at the Inky Toon's cold face.

"THEY WERE ABUSING US (Y/N)! THEY DESERVE IT!"

"It wasn't meant to happen- (y/n) ... I- ..a-pologise."

Silence was finally settled down, as Bendy couldn't break the gaze that was locked between him and (L/n). One specific , raspy old, male voice echoed in the room like a haunted spirit levitating in the room. The Little Toon and his Love knew this voice better than ever, for The Young Lady rose her head at the sudden realization - she was sure this voice is long dead.

"Joey."

Insanity stole into her mind like a deranged thief, taking what was important to her, adding new dangerous ideas, seeding a new personality and muddling up the rest.

"JOEY DREW!? NO HE'S DEAD, WHY , I KILLED HIM BY MYSELF!"

"Well well well!"

The oozing blobs of humans and shapes all shifted away at once back to the corner in terror. The tons of Blood and ink merged far away almost reaching the ceiling, leaving a particular puddle of Ink alone.

A particular ink-drowned human alone.

"Why isn't it the Traitor!" - Bendy stomped his way to that shape, who lifelessly and flatly laid on the floor ; (Y/n) glared, sending dangers to the Toon and those Inkling creatures. The Demonic Mascot , again, roughly grabbed the head of that creature to show it for his dear. "Joey Drew - Finally decided to speak up!"

"...I ... I-"

"HOW IS HE EVEN ALIVE ?!"

"My dear, my darling, my love - I know, I know. As I said, they're all dead, but I kept their bodies - forcing them to drown in dark despair and reviving them to live and die over and over again. It's like Limbo. Besides... I won't let the main "Antagonist" run away so easily, now would I? I decided to have some fun -"

The Inky Toon slowly approached the broken wall, snatching a piece of Wood plank in one simple snatch.

"T̓o͑ s᷃h̫o̢w͏ h̀iͥm̠ ͗͊ẘh̐o͚'̾s̜ TͤH͉E͘ G̃O͝D̬.̺"

A searing shot of pain ran up the lying man's body, a scream escaping his Inky body as the devastating sounds bounced off the wooden room's walls, as Bendy smacked the wooden plank at him. (Y/n) seemed horrified by all the screams that came from her old victim. If anything, Bendy seemed amused by this pain. His stony eyes stared down at the twitching body before him.

"I tortured them, killed them and let them live again and again... maybe breaking his legs with an axe so he won't run away in the process."

The wooden shards met Inky flesh, soft and pudgy, and made a satisfying squish as the tip of the sharp splinters sank deep enough to make the half dead Joey scream. The shorter Demon twisted the plank in his gloved hands, all the while sinking it deeper and deeper. Skin was tearing to shreds as the solid wood rotated, the sound of Drew's muscles and nerves being gouged growing louder.

"Joey didn't want to only create us, Inky Toons - imagination cursed with life , to bring fame? No... he thought... If he fusses a human with a toon - then he'll creat a perfect being. To cheat death itself! "

Then, without warning, The Dancing Demon jerked it all the way into his back, until the plank had halfway disappeared inside of him and the wooden piece were pushing against Joey's broken skin. His cry was a disgusting sound, guttural chokes mixed with an agonized roar. Bendy smirked.

"That's What he was planing with Alice and Boris, by using Susie and Tom Connor at least..."

Another loud swing was blasted as Bendy gashed the gigantic wooden plank again. Drew's Inky body was stained with blood and gashed in several places; driven into his chest by a downward blow by Bendy. The term "murderer" was now reserved for psychopaths.

" We're just some sort of Monsters, made out of cold poisoning ink. No blood, mind, feeling or logical purposes- cursed to live in this world by obeying silly human rules. We can't live as humans, we can't feel as humans, we can't act as humans Good enough. We're just blank figures. Not Fusions!"

(Y/n)'s dear Bendy was now Joey Drew's worst nightmare, who is to say what is right and wrong? Bendy wished of teaching that traitor who's the God now. The deaths of those he cherish are Bendy's academy award, their screams and death rattles his encore. Long ago, Joey Drew abused his whole existence- but now it was the Devil's Turn to torture back.

"And you know, darling. I don't blame you - you did the right thing. After all, he never knew that you were the result of a masterpiece that he was dedicating his useless life to."

The piece of wood was long broken, letting it for the last hit. Bendy stood still, slowly rising the broken plank high in the air to prepare the final blow.

"So who's your God now, Drew?"

"WAIT!"

Bendy stopped the second before he wanted to hit with all his might, turning around to the source of sound. (Y/n) stood, strong and still, determinedly hoping that the Cheeky Devil won't continue. Getting off guard, Bendy didn't understand why would (Y/n) command this.

"I've got a better idea."

"Here's the wheelchair you asked for..."

Bendy showed a clear sign of irritation and disgust, as he wasn't pleased with the idea that his beloved suddenly came up with. Pulling the old wheelchair forwards to the middle of the room, the shorter Toon Stopped waiting for (Y/n) next instructions.

"Hmm..."

The Female Animator carefully observed what is the corpse of Joey Drew who's dipped in Ink and Blood. Rubbing her chin, Miss (L/n) brought the wheelchair closer to her. She kept the chair in place ; (y/n) turned towards Joey's shoulders as she carefully crouched close to him and with all might she grabbed his upper body to drag him towards the wheelchair harshly.

"Ugh..."

Bendy crossed his arms in frustration as he observed (Y/n)'s actions. He believed it was too nice and merciful of her - which those people don't deserve, but the Lady had a clear plan.

"Alright. Like this... I don't want to see any of you suffering. Instead, you might as well be useful for something - Joey. I will keep you alive... This is no longer the animation studio you used to work in, you created this mess and you shall get rid of it. You will help me with an ink machine in order to bring Boris and Alice back. Is. That. Clear?"

The body of Joey tried to lift his head as if looking up at (Y/n). His muscles and bones were broken, barely having any energy to talk or move.

"T..thank you.... oh thank you, my s-savior... you showed us-s some... mercy-"

(Y/n)'s eyes glared down at those bodies who trembled under her voice ; but even she was sweating and worrying about them, even if they were long ago dead in her memories - leaving only pity.

but (L/n) decided to act according her plan.

"Why won't you look at the lighter side of hell... dear, let's leave."