Note: This is not part of the story with Anna and Katie. This is my own little fanfic.

It laid there in a puddle of dark, tainted ink, hoping, and waiting for someone to come back to the studio, hoping that they hadn't forgotten about him. The creature decided to take on it's physical, solid form, which bared a striking resemblance to the main star of the show, the “Dancing Demon”, as they called him. The creature could barely see through the ink dripping over its face. He looked down at his deformed hands and body, it looked like he hadn't eaten anything in years.

The demon glanced over at his surroundings, the Ink machine was lowering down, down, down, into the depths of the studio. The machine was turned on. But the creature didn't know who did it. He was scared that it might be Joey, the owner of this studio. “..JO..EY.…..” The creature cried as he leaned against the wall with his giant cartoon hand, his inky glove made a giant stain on the wall. Memories of the long years of abuse, rejection, and pain started flooding back into its mind.

The creature heard footsteps coming its way,  the only way out was boarded up and he could faintly see the figure of a man roughly in his late 40’s, early 50’s. He lunged and tried to grab whoever was behind the door, he almost grabbed the person’s arm, when he realized who it was. A man, co-founder of Joey Drew Studios, and an animator at the studio. His creator. Henry Stein. Henry fell back in fright, and scampered away, eventually running for the exit. The creature backed away as the pipe above him started leaking, blocking his only way of escaping. By now, Henry was probably already out the door. “D….dad…?” The creature said as he began to melt. He somehow managed to materialize through the wall, ending up on the other side if it. He ran to the exit, but found the entire studio almost falling apart, as well as a trap door through the floor. He immediately knew Henry didn't escape. He materialized through the nearest wall, and ended up in another part of the studio…

The demon reformed from the wall, and looked at the sign above the archway. “Utility Shaft 9”, where the music department laid. He began descending down the stairs, only to find coffins, writing on the walls, and more posters. As well as.. An audio log?

The writing of “He Will Set Us Free” was sprawled around the room, once in the entrance, and one by the audio log.

The demon approached the audio log with curiosity, and hit “Play”. It started up,

“He appears from the shadows, to rain his sweet blessings upon me.
A figure of Ink that shines in the darkness,
I see you, my Savior,
I pray that you hear me.
Those old songs, yes,
I still sing them
For I know you are coming to save me
And I will be swept into your final, loving embrace.
But, Love requires sacrifice,
Can I get an Amen?”

The demon growled when he recognized the voice. The old music director, Sammy Lawrence.

The director was a madman, in the days when the Ink Machine was being used, the man had seen the dancing demon as his “lord and savior”, and managed to grab a handful of workers to join his twisted cult. But some were met with an untimely demise. Their “leader” used them as sacrifices to the demon.

“SAMMY!!” The demon roared out as he began his rampage through the studio, trying to look for the cult leader. He came across the flooded hallway and stopped. He slowly and carefully treaded through it, hoping that he wouldn’t be pulled back into the ink. Thankfully for him, he was safe. Then, his rampage began up again. He heard the distant muttering of a familiar tune as he approached the cutout to his left, “Sheep, Sheep, Sheep… it’s time for sleep…” The demon’s rage grew even further. As he reached the open shudders and the lobby of the music department. “Great, if I was an insane musical direct'r, where would I be?” the creature asked himself.

He came across the recording studio and cautiously headed inside, noticing bubbling puddles of ink like the ones he saw outside. He approached the recording booth and saw the lone piano. He calmed himself as he sat at it, and began playing a soft tune. Surprisingly, it was well in-tune. He began humming to himself. Unaware that smaller creatures of ink sprang up out of the puddles and saw the Ink Demon at the piano, watching him in amazement. After a few minutes of playing and humming to himself, to everyone’s surprise, he began to softly sing to himself

“Shamed and defaced, scaved and disgraced. Tainted by hatred and can’t be erased. Creators betrayed us, we’ve got it on tape. We’ve written your fate and it can’t be erased.” It was then he heard the small ink creatures clapping at his performance. The demon soon became embarrassed and got up off the small stool. “What are ya’ll lookin’ at? I don’t like bein’ watched nowadays.” He asked them, they soon sensed a hint of hostility and retreated back to their puddles.

The demon rolled his non-existent eyes and saw Sammy’s sanctuary opened. He slowly headed inside, and saw what the songwriter had done. Symbols, writing on the walls, and a valve panel that had the word “Flow” at the top of it. Odd thing was, the valve had been turned to the left, it wasn't supposed to be off.

He left the recording room, missing the audio log by the barrel and piano. When he got to the stairwell, he noticed that it was no longer drained. “Henry..” the demon muttered as he stormed down the stairwell and threw open open and door.

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Many minutes later, he materialized through the wall as the songwriter was chanting over the intercom,

“HERE ME BENDY, ARISE FROM THE DARKNESS, ARISE, AND CLAIM MY OFFERING! FREE ME, I BEG OF YOU! I SUMMON YOU INK DEMON, SHOW YOUR FACE AND TAKE THIS TENDER SHEEP!”

The mad songwriter looked humanoid, but was made entirely of ink, he had no facial features, but if you looked closely, his inky eyes where indeed there. He dawned old overalls that somehow seemed to fit him perfectly, and a slightly broken Bendy mask. He saw the demon enter his room and fell to his knees. “My lord! Y-You're here!” The demon softly growled, and didn't speak. “My lord, outside that room is a sacrifice. An old, retired animator. Your creator-” The songwriter was soon cut off when the Ink Demon roared at him. He grabbed Sammy by the neck and pinned him to the wall.

The songwriter coughed up thick, black ink and the mask if his fell off. “M-My Savior.. I want only to serve thee, I mean… you… no harm….” He managed to get out, losing oxygen as the ink demon's head lifted up to reveal another hidden mouth underneath it, and it smiled at him with it's toothy grin, the sharp, pointed teeth had dried blood on it. Sammy screamed as the demon roared at him from his other mouth, “SAMMY!!!”

Then. All was quiet.

Henry, who was tied up in the sacrifice circle, managed to break free, and grabbed the axe. He fought his way through the small horde of searchers, which retreated to their puddles once defeated.

The animator chopped down the boards, looked to his right, and saw the Ink Machine going down. A frown appeared on his face.

He could then hear rattling and rumbling coming from the pipes above. Worried, he finished chopping down the boards, only to find that his axe had broken.

Out of nowhere, he sighed and approached the flooded hallway that blocked his exit. Before his foot could touch the ink, the Ink Demon sprang up from the pool and saw his father. He roared at him as Henry ran away from him, running for his life. The demon was chasing behind, and coming in fast.

After twists and turns, Henry could finally see the exit door, he stopped in the doorway and saw the Ink Demon turning the corner, though he had no intention to kill him. He was.. sad. His big cartoon grin soon conveyed a frown.

“DAD!!” The Ink Demon screamed as he reached for his father. Henry, out of fear, ran into the room and shut the door behind him. The Ink Demon soon pounded on the locked door, crying, and cried out for his father. He collapsed as he roared in pain. "Don't leave me..."

The hallway went dark as the Ink Demon felt betrayed by his creator...his own father. Anger and sadness filled his mind as he got up and walked away with his head hung down.