The only sound that could be heard was the sloshing of ink, a pounding heartbeat that shook many to the core, and faint footsteps from the ink demon. At least, that's all the sounds that could be heard by an outside third party. Inside the demon's mine was a symphony of voices, sounds, and noises. Every sound in the studio the demon could hear, every whisper from the ink, every conversation that happened, all at once.

It wasn't something it could stop whenever it wanted. It had no choice in the matter, his sensitive hearing had grown ten fold in this form it was forced to stay in. Not that it would want to change back regardless, it would be ripped to shreds the moment it was made vulnerable. It's already had a close call, that wasn't a risk it was willing to take again.

It froze for a moment whenever it heard footsteps, ones that were close to it. It made its way to the source of the sound, slowly. The only thing in this corner was a little miracle station, and by the sounds of it, there was nothing that could have made those sounds. Must have been imagining it.

"Bendy." Joey's voice cut through the demon's head like a knife, louder than any other sound it could hear.

"Get to the lower levels. We have a story to finish." The demon still had no idea what Joey meant by "story," but it had no choice but to listen to Joey. If it didn't, who knows what would happen to it. It summoned a portal in the closest wall and walked through it, the lower levels of the studio making the sounds in the demon's head much louder and chaotic.

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It had walked away with The Projectionist's body long ago, and now was just waiting for Joey's next order. It was still recovering from shock, surprise, and utter disgust. Not at Joey for ordering the demon to do such an act, but for how they felt when doing it. It felt nothing, nothing at all as it suffocated and beheaded a real person. No sadness, no sympathy, no rage at Joey for ordering him to kill another innocent person... he felt nothing. He was in his hideout, a place where no one could find him, let alone get it.

He wasn't in danger. So he allowed himself to shrink into his normal form, curling himself into a ball and shaking harshly.

What was happening to him? He wasn't a monster... was he?

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It couldn't see or hear a thing. It hadn't gone back into this form ever since it broke its chains so long ago. It simply had to rely on what Joey told it to do, where to put it portals, where to run... it couldn't rely on its senses anymore.

The fight between the demon and Henry persisted for a long time, before the environment changed. One where it hit its head against glass pillars four times, and then Joey pulled him back for a moment.

It was finally let go after a moment, but as it reached out for Henry, a click behind it caught its attention. It turned its head, and while it couldn't see, another click was heard, and it felt pain shoot through its entire body. Pain it hadn't felt before in its entire life.

Another click. Another shot of pain. It was hard for the demon to sit up. Henry did this to it... that must have been what happened. It reached out for Henry one more time, but the pain was getting increasingly worse.

Until the demon felt as if it was put in acid, and the world went black, and fell silent.

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He woke up in the room next to the ink machine, in his smaller form. But... that didn't make any sense. He died... didn't he?

"Excellent job for a first run." He jumped hearing Joey's voice in his head, shaking harshly. What did he agree to?

"Now then, get back into your larger form. Henry will be turning on the machine soon. You don't want the chains again, now do you?" The mention of the chains was enough to make the demon comply. He transformed and winced as all the sounds of the studio flooded its head once again.

This was its life now... it didn't have a choice.

Chase. Murder. Die. Repeat.