Eve gulped and left the room through the now opened door off to the side of the room. Jack gripped his hammer tightly, just as tense as Eve was. After walking through a short hallway, the duo came across a fork in the road, so to speak. There were two paths, one marked 'The Angel', and one marked 'The Demon'. Eve glanced down both paths. The Demon path was filled with ink, while the Angel path was clean and dry. But at the same time, Eve didn't trust it at all. But Jack couldn't go through the Demon path because of the ink. "You take the Angel path, and I'll take the Demon path. That way there is no way that woman can get the drop on both of us." Eve decided, glancing at Jack. Jack looked up at her and made a disgruntled noise. He pointed at a cutout of Bendy, then pointed at Eve. "If Bendy shows up, I'll throw something and run like hell. I am pretty fast, and if all else fails, I can hide in one of those little cupboards that are everywhere on this level." The 'cupboards', as Eve called them, looked like lockers, and had a halo painted on them, with a sign on top calling them a "Little Miracle Station". Eve hoped she wouldn't have to hide in one of those though, she didn't want to trigger her claustrophobia by hiding in one.*

Eve started down the path, only to hear a loud 'clang' behind her. Turning, she saw that a large, metal door had slid down, locking her inside the Demon path. She could hear Jack banging on the other side, burbling worriedly. "I'm okay, Jack! Just keep going, I assume the other path is still open, right?" she yelled through the door. Jack gave an affirmative gurgle. "Then just keep going, we'll meet back up later!" Turning, Eve started to wade through the ankle-deep ink. As she was slogging through the ink, Eve spied a tape recorder propped up on a chair. Wading over, she picked it up and saw the name 'Joey Drew' on it. "So Joey did one of these too, huh? Well, let's see what he said." muttered Eve.

"There's nothing wrong with dreaming. Wishing for the impossible is just human nature. That's how I got started. Just a pencil and a dream. We all want everything, without having to lift a finger. They say you just have to believe. Belief can make you succeed. Belief can make you rich. Belief can make you powerful. Why, with enough belief, you can even cheat death itself! Now that... is a beautiful, and positively silly thought."

Eve gaped at the machine. Joey's voice had changed when talking about cheating death, sounding almost... wistful. Did all of this start because of one fool's desire to cheat the uncheatable? Was this entire mess because of Joey's fear of his final destination? Eve shuddered at the thought. She knew Joey was insane, but this... this was beyond insane. She could only hope that he hadn't succeeded at evading death all of these years. Still shuddering, she turned and waded out of the room. Walking down a long hallway, she jumped when a Bendy cutout peeked around the corner. Turning the corner, she saw Jack and Boris, the latter leaning the cutout against the wall. "Boris! You scared me to death!" Eve said in relief. She was still worried about the idea of Sammy finding her.

Boris looked away guiltily and held out a pipe. Eve noticed that he held one just like it in his other hand. "Thanks, buddy. All is forgiven. Just don't do that again, ok?" Eve said kindly. Boris perked up and nodded happily. Opening the door in front of them, they entered an old storage room. All Eve could hear was the ticking of what must have been at least fifty Bendy-themed clocks on the walls. There were shelves full of plushies of all three characters. Just across from them was another door, though it appeared that this one required power to open. Walking up to it, Eve remarked, "Looks like we need to throw two levers to open this one. You guys get this one, I'll find the other one." Boris nodded and walked over to the closest lever, while Eve followed the power cord down the hall. Turning the corner, she saw a poster for 'The Butcher Gang', and the lever right next to it.

Right as she was about to flip the lever, something tore through the poster and fell on top of her. Eve screamed, and started trying to fight off whatever it was with her pipe. But the thing was stronger than her, and had a tight grip on her neck. Just as she was starting to black out from lack of oxygen, she could hear someone pulling the thing off of her. Eve rolled over onto her side, gasping for air as she massaged her neck. She could hear Boris and Jack attacking the thing, until with a final gasp, the thing died. Eve could see it's body melt into ink, than slip through the grating on the floor through the corner of her eye. The two boys hurried over to her and helped Eve to her feet. Coughing, she tried to reassure the boys that she was fine now, but they wouldn't hear it. Boris maneuvered her onto his back, and Jack flipped the lever. Eve sighed and let her head rest against Boris's back. The attack had tired her out, but she hadn't wanted to worry the boys. She didn't realize that her attempt to ignore it and keep going had worried them even more, because that was not normal behavior for almost dying.

With the door open, the trio continued moving. Going through a room full of hissing and sputtering machinery, they soon came upon a room with an elevator inside. It looked like one of those old-fashioned, cage style lifts. Which... made sense actually, considering this place had been around since the 1930's. Upon entering the elevator, the PA system suddenly came to life, with the voice of the woman from over speaking through it. "You're so interesting... so different. I have to say, I'm an instant fan. Looks like you've got a date with an angel!" "But I don't swing that way." muttered Eve. She could feel Boris's silent laughter at her words. The woman continued, not having heard Eve's words. "Come to me now. Level Nine. Just follow the screams."

After a decently long elevator ride, during which Boris checked her over for any severe injuries, they reached Level Nine. After the elevator doors opened, the woman's voice came through the speakers again. "Come on, step out of your cage. There's a whole twisted world out here." The woman chuckled, giving Eve goosebumps. As the trio walked down the stairs, Eve spotted another tape recorder. Walking over, she saw that Thomas had recorded this one. Eve liked Thomas, he sounded like smart guy. This tape only reaffirmed this feeling.

"These blasted elevators... sometimes they open... sometimes they don't... sometimes they come... sometimes they keep going to hell and back. I keep telling these people, if Mister Joey Drew keeps cutting corners like this, someone's sure to end up falling to their death. And it sure ain't gonna be me. I'm taking the stairs."

Gulping, Eve looked over at Jack and Boris, both of whom looked just as queasy as she felt. "Let's stick to the stairs guys, okay?" Eve asked shakily. Two jerky nods later, the group moved on. On the opposite wall was a blast style looking door, with a giant Alice Angel head over it. Directly under the head was the phrase, "She's quite a gal!" Walking up to the door, the trio waited for a few minutes, before the door started to shake and groan open. While the door was opening, Eve noticed that Boris was trembling underneath her. "Hey Boris, are you okay?" she asked, concerned. Boris shook his head, then seemed to steel himself and walked forward. He walked slowly down the hallway. Eve grew more and more concerned as he seemed to shake more with each step they took. She slid off his back and grabbed his arm. "Boris? Buddy, it's okay, I promise. What is it?" He shook his head again, then kept walking. When Eve turned the corner, she saw why he had been dreading coming this way.

It was a giant room, filled with ink. That wasn't what caught Eve's attention though. No, what caught her attention was the multiple corpses of Butcher Gang members and Boris strapped to tables, scattered about the room. Each and every corpse was missing its heart. "Oh God." Eve whispered, unable to believe it. She ran over to a wastebasket and started to retch. She could faintly hear Boris and Jack coming over. When she stood back up, the woman came back on the system.

"Look around. It took so many of them to make me so beautiful. Anything less than perfect was left behind. I had to do it. She made me." The woman said, in a cutesy, little girl voice. It made Eve turn back to the basket and start retching again, while Jack rubbed her back comfortingly. When she finished, Boris fished a canteen out of his bag and held it out to her. Eve took it gratefully, swishing the water around to get the taste out of her mouth. Steeling herself, she walked across the ink, leaving the other two behind. The door on the other side of the room opened as soon as she set foot on the wood again, catching her attention. Walking through, she came upon a grisly sight.

The woman was facing a Butcher Gang member that was strapped to a table on the other side of a large, thick glass window. She was tall, and had the general appearance of Alice Angel. But the left side of her face was disfigured and grotesque, and her halo was jammed partway through her head, instead of floating above it like in the cartoon. She was startled out of her inspection when Alice started to speak. Her voice sounded odd, as if there were two people or more people speaking at once.

"Hmm. Now we come to the question... Do I kill you? ...Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight? The choices of the beautiful are unbearable. How's a girl to choose? Hehehe. Take this little freak for instance! He crawled in here... trailing his tainted ink to my door! It could've touched me! It could've pulled me back! Do you know what it's like? Living in the dark puddles? It's a buzzing, screaming well of voices! Bits of your mind, swimming... like... like fish in a bowl! The first time I was born from its' inky womb, I was a wiggling, pussing, shapeless slug. The second time... well... It made me an angel! I will not let the demon touch me again. I'm so close now. So... almost perfect. Ah, yes, I will spare you. For now. Better yet... I'll even let you ascend and leave this place. If you will do a few eensey weensey little favors for me first. Return to the lift, my little errand girl. We have work to do!"

With that, a metal shutter slammed shut over the glass window. Right after words, Eve heard the whirring of machinery and screaming. She wasted no time in leaving the room, not wanting to stay in close range of the maniacal angel a second longer. Walking back to her friends, she noticed a tape recorder. Grabbing it, she hurried back to Boris and Jack so they could all listen to it. It was recorded by Susie Campbell, the one that Eve had marked as being a psycho.

"Who would've thought? Me, having lunch with Joey Drew! Apparently, times are tougher than I thought. For a moment there, I thought I'd be stuck with the check. But I gotta say, he wasn't at all what I expected. Quite the charmer. He even called me Alice. I liked it."

"Wait wait wait. Let me get this straight. He doesn't even remember her name, only the name of the character she voices, and she liked it? She liked being called after her character? What the hell is wrong with this woman!?" Eve exclaimed, not understanding just how this happened. Jack just shook his head. He remembered Susie, and she had always been an odd one. So, he patted Eve on the arm, and gently lead her back to the lift while she rebooted from the sheer craziness that was Susie Campbell.**

Returning to the main door, the PA system came to life again. "My machines are hungry. Gather me some spare parts!" Alice barked harshly. A revolving... dispenser... thing... turned and revealed a wrench. Eve walked over and grabbed it, hanging her pipe on her belt. Why did she have the feeling that this was going to take a long time?

She was right. Alice had her grab gears, core valves, ink from swollen searchers, (which was disgusting as hell to get, because it was much thicker than the normal ink), and had her fight off what seemed to be a never ending hoard of Butcher Gang members. Eve was bandaging herself when the speakers crackled back to life. "You see those grinning demons? Let's remove them, shall we? I've got just the tool to make this even more enjoyable" The dispenser turned to reveal an ax. Eve grabbed it and grinned; this was going to be fun!

Eve destroyed the last cutout in the Heavenly Toys factory. She grinned and hoisted the ax up cheering. "WOOHOO!" Then, Alice spoke through the speaker. "AH, now THAT was fun! Oh! But I forgot to mention... He hates it when I do that. I would hide, if I were you." Eve's grin was instantly wiped off her face when she noticed the inky veins running along the walls. "Little Creator, I found you." Bendy said, standing on the stairwell. Eve gulped and ran down the hall, dashing into the Little Miracle station that was set halfway down. She held her hand over her mouth and started counting in her head, to try and ignore the fact that she was essentially trapped in a small space, which worked... until Bendy was right outside the door. And he. Wouldn't. MOVE! Eve's breaths started to become shallow and panicky. "Nonononononono." she whispered, trying to get the growing panic attack under control. Just when she thought that it would become a full blown panic attack, the door creaked open. She gulped and peaked outside, but Bendy was nowhere in sight. Eve immediately exited the Miracle Station and ran out of the hallway, not noticing the odd ink spot on the wall.

Bendy's POV

He frowned, unhappy that his Little Creator had come so close to having a panic attack. From what he understood, that meant she was claustrophobic, considering the fact that it didn't start until after she was trapped in the Miracle Station. But why? You normally only ended up with a phobia like that due to some kind of trauma, as far as he knew. But he really didn't like the implications of that. He resolved to hurry up and get the Little Creator as fast as he could, along with the two traveling with her. They had kept her safe so far, and from what he has seen of her, she wouldn't be happy if they were left behind. He knew he had to hurry though. The False Angel was using them, and he had no doubt in his mind as to what the end result would be once she was done with them. And he didn't want his Little Creator to suffer from such a fate.

Eve's POV

Returning to the dispenser, she deposited the ax as the PA crackled. "I hate leaving work unfinished! Fortunately, I have you to pick up the pieces. But you'll have to go even deeper. Down, down, down into the abyss. Take the lift down. Say hello to an old friend. Sending you a little present. A little firepower. Take good care of it. It belonged to someone very special." The dispenser turned to reveal a gun, a Tommy gun, if she recalled correctly. Eve grabbed it tentatively, not very comfortable with the idea of the gun. But it would make it easier to get rid of any Butcher Gang members that attacked her, since a gun would have a hell of a lot more reach than a pipe. So, she soldiered on into the lift. Boris and Jack gave the gun a long look, then Boris gave her a thumbs up. Eve smiled, then gasped as the lift started suddenly sinking down. Turning, she saw that Jack had hit the Level 14 button, and was now giving her his equivalent of a sheepish look.

When the lift shuddered to a stop, Eve exited carefully, holding the gun aloft. Walking over to the stairs, she could guess what Alice wanted when she saw the corpse next to the stairs. It was holding a heart in it's hand. Eve gulped back the bile and emptied her bag, taking everything back to the lift for Boris to store in his. The boys must have seen the look on her face, because they silently started packing everything up without trying to ask why she was emptying her bag. She walked back to the corpse and wrapped her hand with a cloth. With a grossed out expression, she transferred the heart to her back, trying not to barf the whole time. When she was about to go down the stairs though, she heard a loud, inhuman screech. Curious, she walked back to the railing, Boris and Jack joining her to see what that screech was about.

Naturally, the PA system came to life as a bright light started to shine through one of the doorways. "Shh... There he is. The Projectionist. Skulking in the darkness. You be sure to stay out of his light, if you don't want trouble. Just bring me back the pieces I need." The light came out of the doorway, and into the main area. It was a tall, inky figure, with a projector on his head. Wires appeared to come out of his head and disappeared into different places on his back, and he had what appeared to be a speaker mounted on his chest. He slogged through the ink, and disappeared into a different doorway. Eve waited until she couldn't see his light, not wanting to risk it, then jogged downstairs and waded through the ink. She spotted another tape recorder on top of a barrel, so she waded her way to it, curious as to what this one said. Norman's voice rang out of the recording, and what he said, gave her the chills.

"Now, I'm not looking for trouble. It's just the nature of us projectionists, to seek out the dark places. You see, I've learned all the ins and outs of this here studio. I know how to avoid being bothered by the likes of this... company. That projectionist, they always say, creeping around, he's just lookin' for trouble. Well, trouble or not, I sees everything. They don't even know when I'm watching. Even when I'm right behind them."

Eve shuddered and held her Tommy gun a little more firmly after that. She didn't want to end up getting caught off guard by Norman; it was fairly obvious that he was the Projectionist. She could only hope though, that he wouldn't make her have to use the gun on him.

The huge set of rooms was a literal maze, which made her start questioning Joey's sanity again. It had a projector around almost every corner, each one playing a different cartoon. Butcher Gang corpses were propped up against walls and laying in the ink, looking for all the world as if they had just fallen asleep watching the cartoons. She found all the hearts fairly quickly, though she had had to to hide from Norman at least a dozen times while searching for them. As she grabbed the last one, Alice's voice came in over the speakers. "Tell me. Where they still writhing in your hands? Bring them to me. Now! I don't like to wait." "Sure thing, Miss Bipolar." muttered Eve under her breath. As she waded out of the maze, a bright light shined directly on her. Eve gasped in fear as she looked at Norman Polk, in all his inky glory. She made a break for it, swerving around him towards the stairs. With a loud screech, he gave chase, only to stop when she hit the stairs. Eve looked back and saw that the ink itself was holding Norman back from attacking her. Gasping for breath, she ran to the lift and hit Level Nine.

Walking back to the door, Eve dropped off the hearts, not even bothering to remove them from the bag. It wasn't like she was going to keep it when they left, after all. Alice spoke through the speakers. "It seems we've reached the end of my to-do list, my little errand girl. I hope you enjoyed our time together. I'll always treasure it. Return to the lift. It's time to go home." Eve sighed in relief, finally, they could leave this crazy place! With a smile on her lips, she joined Boris and Jack on the lift, high-fiving them when it started to go up.

"Have you ever wondered what Heaven is like? I like to dream that it's quite beautiful. A soft valley of green grass, blanketed by a warm sun. I don't think I'll ever get to see it. Are you ready to ascend, my little errand girl? The heavens are waiting." Eve shared a sidelong glance with Boris, but didn't say anything. The ride was spent in silence, until... "hehehehehe. HEHEHEHEHE. HAHAHAHAHAH!" Suddenly, the elevator started to plunge down, too fast to be normal. "Did you really think I'd let you steal from me?! Did you really think I'd just let you go?! No, no, I know who you are! And I know WHY you're here! And you will not stop what needs to be done. Now come down, and bring me back my Boris! It's the most perfect Boris I've ever seen, and I want it! I need it. I need it's insides, so I can be beautiful again! Don't you understand? Don't you get it?! Give him to me! Or better yet, I'll take him! Once... You're... DEAD!" All Eve could think about was how this bitch wasn't touching Boris, he was HERS, HER friend, not this bitch's sick experiment. She could feel her magic swelling up and responding to her wish; keep her friends safe. Right before the lift crashed, a shimmering, translucent shield formed around Boris and Jack... but not Eve. Then, with a loud 'crash', the world went black.

Eve slowly came to consciousness. She felt... cold. She could see Boris shaking her, and Jack in the background, digging through the bag looking for something, but she felt... disjointed. Not a part of this reality. She could see Alice walking towards Boris, but before she could try to warn Boris, a hand drove through the angel's chest, killing her instantly. Bendy shook off the inky blood on his hand and started walking over. Eve tried to do something, anything to warn her friends, but it felt as if she was a statue. She saw as Bendy pulled Boris away, and picked her up, motioning for the other two to follow him. She saw as Boris walked over, with his hand wrapped up, and started to press down on her stomach. And just before she blacked out again, she saw the giant, gaping hole in her stomach. All she could think was, 'Oh, bugger'.

Whoo, this was a LONG one. But, we are now finally diverging from canon events! This is most definitely not going to be an exact retelling of the whole game, with an extra character thrown in, so those of you that were worried, welp, now you don't have to worry. 

*I imagine that living in a cupboard for the formative years of her life would give her claustrophobia. It just makes sense to me, as considering that in the books, Harry is NEVER in a small space if he could help it. EVER. (As far as I know, anyways. I haven't read the books for a little while.)

**This was almost my exact rant, word for word, when I first heard this recording. The woman is clearly insane. This made my brain hurt so much trying to figure out why she was okay with this.