(Expect some angst here cause I be in an angst war with WingedWolfPack )

(Also, trigger warning for abuse and physical harm. Don't want you lovelies to feel uncomfortable!)

It all started a long time ago... when the ink machine was first created and the studio was still new. The machine was given a test. They weren't expecting anything to actually come out of it, so Thomas Connor was the one who was watching over how it went. After all, he built the machine, and if something went wrong, he'd have to fix it. Surprisingly, the machine did work, spitting out a small blob of ink. Thomas was about to record the test as a success, only to freeze before his pen touched the paper. The blob of ink was taking shape.

The shape became clear to the all too familiar shape of the main cartoon mascot of the studio, Bendy the dancing demon. The toon was sitting on his knees, and slowly opened his left eye, his right covered by dripping ink. His body was slowly dripping ink as well, leaving drips of ink around the area where he sat.

Thomas finally recovered from his surprise and kneeled down in front of the small demon. He was met with a smile, and he smiled back at the toon. This was a better success than what they had anticipated. Not only did they create a living toon earlier than they had expected, but it was pretty harmless as well. It may not be a perfect replica, but certainly with some tests, they can help it be perfectly on model.

"Wait here." Thomas instructed the young toon, standing up and leaving the room to go find Joey and tell him about the success. The toon felt the room go cold as the new face left, a dreadful feeling settling in his stomach.

It didn't take long for a new face to enter the room, and a dark aura came with him. The toon felt his stomach twist in knots, and it only grew worse as he saw the hateful, angry look in his eye. The toon felt tears starting to well up in his eyes, one falling before he could stop it.

What happened next was a blur. The toon was taken out of the room and moved to another one, one with no windows and only one light. He was left in there for a few days, and he had almost gotten out successfully. But before anyone saw, Thomas was the one to bring him back to his room.

Joey had ordered him to keep the first toon locked up tight, and as much as he didn't want to, his hands were tied. He locked the room up better than before, and told Joey about the escape attempt. Joey decided that after the day came to an end, he would stop the toon's escape attempts once and for all.

He went into the toon's room once all the other employees had gone home, chains he had bought during his break in his hand. The toon laid its eyes on the chains and felt coldness grab its heart, shaking harshly. Joey made sure the toon wasn't able to move before he got to work with keeping the toon from escaping once again.

The pain through the demon's hands as chains were forced through them was unlike any it had ever felt, silent screams leaving it as the moments passed.

Even after that event, the abuse did not stop. Whenever Joey had a hard day, needed frustration out of his system, or just went to visit the toon to make sure that the chains were still being held in place. Lashes to his face, cuts across his entire body that he could hide with his dripping ink, and verbal abuse no matter what the visit was for.

The dripping ink grew worse. The toon could no longer see anymore, the ink covering both of its eyes, making it impossible for it to see, but making his hearing much more sensitive. The ink dripping around it covered the scars from the physical abuse, but made the room a mess.

Then came a time where it was left alone for a few months. The loneliness was welcome at first, but as time went on, it was scaring the toon. Not having anyone to even try to talk to was starting to hurt the toon's mental state even more. The toon discovered its voice as it tried to talk to itself to stay sane. This only pushed it closer towards insanity, its body shaking with fear for what would happen to it if it was left alone for much longer.

Until the door was opened once more. It looked up in the direction of the door and recognized the footsteps to be Joey's. The abuse it had expected never came, instead, a calm voice he had never heard before

"You know, Bendy..." the toon flinched at being called that name. It hated being called that. It hated being called something that it would never be, no matter how hard it tried.

"You can break those chains. You have it in your power to break through them with ease." The toon perked up at that, lifting its head to where it assumed Joey's face was.

"H...how?" Its voice was a whisper as it asked. Joey had a malicious grin on his face, knowing full well the demon was so desperate to escape that it would listen to anything he said.

"Simple. Let your anger take over. Let it boil over until you can feel the chains snap in your hands." The demon was surprised by that. D... did it ever feel angry? Looking back, it did feel angry at so many things that happened to it.

Thomas telling Joey about it so that all of this would end up happening.

Joey hating it without saying anything.

The abuse it had to endure for who knows how long.

The pain from the chains being forced through its hands...

It didn't realize it had been getting bigger and stronger as anger boiled in its heart until it heard the chains clink onto the ground.

Joey smiled at the demon that stood before him, happy that he had finally gotten what he had wanted.

A perfect demon. The perfect antagonist for his never ending story.

A demon that he would control to keep his story the way he wanted it.