A/N: This is a silly little 'what if' story that popped into my head one day. This story has two different endings because I liked them both and couldn't choose between the two. Let me know which ending you like the most. I'd love to hear your opinions.

Disclaimer: Bendy and the Ink Machine belongs to TheMeatly. I only own my oc.

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The Visitor

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This was his territory. Every creature in the studio knew to be afraid of him. Bendy took pride in keeping its denizens under control. Just watching the Butcher Gang scurry out of his way brought a perverse pleasure to his otherwise mundane existence.

Then there was the Angel. He made it his business to put her in her place whenever possible. It was bad enough that she kept making clones of Boris only to kill them in some misguided attempt to make herself perfect, but she kept destroying his Bendy cutouts out of spite! It's too bad she hadn't realized that she'll never be perfect. After all the equally terrible things she's done over the years, she'll always be rotten on the inside.

He made his patrol like he always did, going from floor to floor to drag anyone he came in contact with back to the ink where they belonged. Bendy made his way up from level to level, dragging his misshapen foot as he went. The shadows and inky veins that crawled against the walls often gave his presence away. If he caught anything unawares, it was obviously their fault. It's not like he was sneaking up on them.

Bendy decided to quietly walk through the level the Prophet called his own. It wasn't because he was scared of the ink covered man, but his constant begging to be freed of the ink grated his nerves. Plus the constant worship made him uncomfortable if he were being honest with himself. Best to avoid the man lest he kill him out of pure annoyance.

Bendy finally made his way up to the first floor. This was one of the few places in the Studio that was clear of ink, at least while the Machine was off. As he walked down the hallways, he often ran his human-like hand over his precious cutouts. They reminded him of what he used to be as well as his eyes when he needed to look out for intruders. Sure there were days where he got angry at Joey for basically turning him into a guard dog, but he accepted a long time ago that there was nothing he could do about it.

It took him a few minutes to make his way to the entrance/exit when he noticed something strange. The door was slightly open. Snow had blown in and covered the floor in a wet, slushy mess. Bendy hissed softly. He knew he didn't leave the door open. It must have been Sammy. Sometimes he would crack open the door to stare at the outside world. It was almost pathetic the way he would pine for what he lost, but never tried to leave.

The ink demon just shook his head as he reached over to close the door. At least the bad weather outside meant that no one tried to sneak in here. He would have known if someone got in thanks to his cutouts, plus the door wasn't opened far enough for a person to slip through. Just as he thought that, there was a strange sound coming from the hall behind him.

Bendy tilted his head as he tried to figure out where the sound came from. As he shuffled down the hall, he heard a crash from one of the open rooms. A can of bacon soup rolled across the floor. The ink demon growled. If someone snuck in here, he would make them regret it. He made sure to pull back on the shadows and the ink crawling on the walls so he could truly sneak up on the intruder. He relished the look of fear on their faces as he strangled the life out of them.

Bendy ducked through the doorway but stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw. There were cans of bacon soup all over the floor. A few of them busted and spilled its contents. Standing in the middle of all that mess, was a dog. It was a big, grey and black mutt. Its fur was scraggly with mangy spots along its back and legs. The dog was too busy lapping up the contents of the soup cans to even notice the ink demon standing in the doorway.

Bendy was at a loss for what to do. It was a dog! Obviously, it was a stray. Maybe he could chase it out of the Studio and back onto the street. Shouldn't be too hard. He'd gotten pretty good at terrifying people. A mangy mutt can't be that difficult.

The ink demon walked all the way into the room and hissed loudly. The dog's head popped up and Bendy almost choked on his own hiss. The dog had large, dark brown eyes and the strangest ears he'd ever seen. One ear was pointing straight up while the other flopped down. When it tilted its head to the side, it gave the mutt a dopey look. He came closer, hoping to intimidate the animal with his size. The dog backed up with its tail tucked between its legs. It lowered its head and whined softly.

His plan seemed to be working. As he maneuvered around the room, the dog turned in a small circle to keep an eye on him. When the mutt had backed up toward the open doorway, the ink demon stomped his twisted foot. It sort of had the desired effect. The dog yelped and ran out of the room, only to run in the wrong direction! Instead of heading for the exit, it headed for the stairwell that lead to the lower levels. It ran so fast that the ink demon had no hope of catching it. Bendy shook his head. That's not how he thought it would go. Now he had to track it down.

He teleported from one floor to another. He didn't think the mutt could have gotten very far. Looks like he was wrong. The ink demon growled softly. He was beginning to loose his patience. When he found that mutt, he was going to throw its corpse out on the street. Bendy was startled when the PA system crackled to life.

"My lord!" Oh great, it was Sammy. "My lord! I have found the perfect sacrifice for you!" More cans of bacon soup he bet. As Sammy continued to babble on, Bendy though he heard whining in the background.

"Shut up you mutt! My lord will come for you soon enough. Then he will reward me! He will set me free!"

Bendy balled his gloved hand into a tight fist and punched the wall next to him. It left the aged wood a little cracked. Of course Sammy found the dog and automatically wanted to sacrifice it thinking it would please him! He sighed and opened an ink portal. His last thought before stepping through was that he was going to kill that man someday.

Sammy waited anxiously for his lord to grace him with his presence. Luck was truly on his side when he found this dog wandering around down here. It was pretty friendly too. At least up to the point where he tried to put a rope around its neck. The mutt put up quite a fight, but a few kicks to its side put it down for the count. After that it was easy to tie the paws together and muzzle it was a dirty white rag. Sammy dragged the large dog to the sacrificial alter then rushed to the side room to make his announcement. He made sure to keep it alive so his lord would have the pleasure of finishing it off himself.

Sammy grew quiet as he watched the shadows shift against the walls in the next room. His lord was coming! The ink covered man grew excited as a webbing of ink began to crawl across the walls and floor. Soon, a tall figure shuffled into view. The demon was very intimidating even if Sammy wasn't in the same room with him. He watched as his lord made his way over to the dog and stood over it. Sammy was practically vibrating with anticipation. This was one of the few times he got to see his lord at work. Maybe he'll strangle it or drown it in ink? Sammy wasn't sure but he knew it will be quite a show!

The ink demon stared down at the mutt. It was breathing heavy and looked back at him with wide, unfocused eyes. He wondered if Sammy had hit the dog. The thought of that bothered him but he wasn't sure why. He knelt down near the dog and ran his human hand across its shaggy, matted fur. The mutt whined and flinched when his hand passed over its side.

Great, just great! He couldn't throw it out on the street in this condition…could he? He groaned softly. Why was he even thinking about this! Damn it Sammy! The man is lucky he's not in the room right now or he'd wring his neck. He's making a demon feel sorry for a freakin' dog!

Bendy sighed and shook his head. He slipped his hands under the dog's body and picked it up. The mutt tried to wiggle free, but a low growl from the ink demon caused the dog to grow still. After taking one last glance at the door where he was sure Sammy was hiding, the ink demon shuffled out of the room and took the dog with him.

A few minutes went by before Sammy stepped out of his room. The ink covered man looked around the empty room, thoroughly confused. "What just happened?"

The ink demon made his way to the lower levels. As he walked down the dimly lit and ink covered hall, he noticed the way the dog's eyes kept darting around. Every little creak and moan caused its ears to swivel around. It whined and wiggled in his arms so he hissed and pressed its furry body against his chest. That's when Bendy noticed just how thin it was under all that smelly fur. He wasn't sure if it was normal to be able to feel bone like that. It didn't matter. Once the dog got a little rest, as Wally would say: "It was outta here!"

Bendy took the mutt to one of the few rooms down there that wasn't flooded with ink. It was quiet here and he often came to this room to rest. He laid the dog down in the corner of the room and debated on whether he should untie it or not. After a few moments, he reached down and undid the ropes binding the dog's legs. He touched the makeshift muzzle and the mutt flinched slightly. Bendy hissed sharply and the dog laid still as he took the dirty rag off.

The ink demon stood up and backed away slowly. He kept an eye on the dog just in case it tried to attack him or something. Instead, it just laid there and watched him as he walked away. The mutt lifted its head just enough to watch him as he sat down and pressed his back against the wall on the other side of the room.

Bendy didn't really need to sleep, but he like to just shut down every once and awhile. He'd let his mind wander to better days, before everything went to shit down here. It's one of the few times he felt at peace. Plus it gave him time to get off his twisted foot. It hurt like hell, especially when he tried to run on it.

He took one last look at the dog. The mutt was laying on its side and breathing steadily. He figured after a few hours the dog would be well enough that he could throw its furry butt out of his studio. With that thought in mind, Bendy let his head drop and the darkness swallow his consciousness.

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Bendy began to stir and right away, he knew something was wrong. There was something warm and smelly pressed against his side and something heavy sitting in his lap. When he finally opened his ink covered eyes, the edges of his smile began to twitch!

Sometime during his rest, the mutt had gotten up and laid down next to him. Its big, dopey head was even laying in his lap! The mutt must have noticed him move because it looked up at him and its tail thumped against the wood floor.

He couldn't believe it! How dare this animal think he would allow it to get so close to him. In fact, he couldn't believe it was able to get so close without gaining his attention.

Bendy hissed and used his large gloved hand to push the dog away. He pushed so hard that it caused the dog to yelp and roll onto its back before it was able to get to its feet. The ink demon almost chuckled but caught himself. The dog looked truly silly with its paws waving in the air.

He stood up and loomed over the mangy mutt. It was time for it to go. He reached down to grab it by the scruff of its neck, but the dog hopped out of the way. Bendy scowled and tried again. The mutt dodged to the side this time. The dog's front end was low to the ground, but its hind end and tail was sticking straight up into the air. Its tongue lolled out of its muzzle and its tail was wagging furiously. 'What is it doing?' he thought as it looked at him wide eyed.

Bendy growled and tried to grab the dog one more time. Not only did it jump just out of reach, but it ran circles around him. He couldn't catch it! The mutt ran for the doorway. It stopped, barked at him, then ran out the room.

Bendy threw his hands in the air in frustration. If the stupid mutt wanted to die down here then FINE! It'll be amusing to watch one of the many creatures down here tear it apart! The ink demon grumbled and stomped out of the room.

The day went on and Bendy could see signs of where the dog had been. He would see inky paw prints and spilled cans of bacon soup on the floor. Some cans had teeth marks on them. The dog even punctured a few to get at their contents. Huh, he guessed the dumb mutt might be smarter than he looked.

As he walked the level above the Heavenly Toys lobby, he heard barking. Looking over the side, Bendy could see the mutt and Charlie standing across from one another. Charlie was brandishing a pipe wrench and yelling at the dog while said dog bounced from side to side and barked at him. The twisted toon charged at the mutt and tried to take a swing at it. The dog jumped out of the way, then ran circles around Charlie. The toon swung again but missed. He swung the pipe one more time but missed and lost his balance. The dog darted forward and clamped down on the wooden part of Charlie's plunger leg.

All Bendy could do was stand there and watch. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The dog tugged on Charlie's leg, causing him to loose his balance, and fall flat on his back. In the fall, the toon dropped his wrench as his arms flailed about. Bendy snorted softly. Charlie looked like a turtle that got flipped on its back. The dog circled the helpless toon then pounced on him. Bendy thought sure the mutt was tearing Charlie's throat out with the way the toon was struggling. It seemed that wasn't the case. What it was doing made the ink demon shudder.

The big dog had Charlie pinned to the floor and it was slobbering all over his face! The poor toon couldn't get up with the big ball of fur sitting on him. All he could do was yell and wave his arms around. 'Ugh, that's disgusting!' Bendy thought as he watched the dog get off Charlie and run towards the toy shop. The toon managed to sit up and was wiping drool off of his face. Bendy vowed then and there that he wouldn't let that smelly mutt anywhere near his face.

Just as he was about to walk away, Bendy heard more barking. The dog ran back towards Charlie and it had a line of searchers following behind it! The mutt ran passed Charlie and a few seconds later, the toon got ran over by a bunch of searchers. There were arms flailing everywhere. It reminded him of an old comedy skit. Bendy decided he had enough and walked away.

He used his portals to jump from level to level. Any inhabitant of the studio that saw him coming, quickly got out of the way. The day almost felt like any other save for the occasional bark from that annoying mutt. He was surprised the dumb dog didn't get itself killed yet. As he walked out of one of the flooded break rooms, he noticed paw prints leading off to the side. He let his curiosity get the better of him and he followed the trail.

Bendy could hear whimpering and the shuffling of feet just up ahead. Sounds like the dog's luck finally ran out! He walked the hall as quietly as he could until he came apon a strange sight. It would seem the mutt had found a bulk searcher. Those large searchers were the least aggressive of all the creatures down here, but that didn't mean they weren't dangerous. They just preferred to be left alone.

The mutt walked cautiously up to the bulk searcher. Its tail was tucked between its legs and it would jump at the slightest move the searcher made. Their size was quite intimidating so Bendy could understand why the dog was so skittish around it. The bulk searcher just stood there and bobbed up and down as the dog came closer to sniff it.

Whining softly, the dog sat down near the large ink creature and tilted its head. It almost looked confused. The bulk searcher moaned and suddenly reached out for the it. Bendy thought for sure that the stupid mutt would stand there and let itself get crushed! But, that's not what happened...

The bulk searcher reached out with its large hand and actually patted the dog on the head. It was very rough and it almost knocked the dog off its feet, but it was definitely a pat on the head. The dog's head and back was covered in ink when the searcher pulled its hand away. It was kinda funny to watch the mutt yip and shake the ink off. Droplets of ink went flying everywhere! The large searcher bobbed up and down before it melted into a puddle of ink. The dog cautiously sniffed at the spot, then huffed, and walked off to explore another area.

Bendy had never seen that before. He supposed the soul that made up that bulk searcher must have had a dog in another life. Seeing a real dog in front of it probably jogged its memory. It did something it would have done if it were still human. Not that any of this mattered. The souls were still trapped down here, with him.

Within a few hours, Bendy found himself shuffling back to his quiet room. He hadn't seen the dog again after the Bulk Searcher incident. Maybe it finally got itself killed. His perpetual smile twitched on the edges. Somehow he doubted that. Bendy didn't care, he just wanted to rest. He sat down on the floor with his back against the wall. His last thought before his consciousness began to slip was 'How did I get myself into this mess?'

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Bendy opened his ink covered eyes to find that damned dog curled up next to him, again! He didn't know how it was able to sneak up on him like that but he didn't like it.

The ink demon growled and tried to grab the mutt, but it scurried away from him. The dog watched him as he got to his feet then ran out of the room. Great! Another day with that mangy mutt running around the Studio. Perfect.

He was in a pretty foul mood at this point and every creature in the Studio knew it. Bendy didn't even give them a warning as he caught them and dragged their souls back to the ink.

He really wasn't in the mood to play games right now. It didn't help that he was being followed. He could see the dog standing a few yards away from him. It was keeping a healthy distance from him, but it was still trailing him. Even when he teleported a few floors down, the dog found him, somehow. Frankly, it was getting on his nerves. Every time he saw its dopey face, he'd hiss at it, and it would run away. A few moments later, it would come back.

For the life of him, Bendy couldn't understand why it was doing that. It's not like he was nice to it or anything. In fact, he wanted to drown the stupid mutt in ink for all the trouble it was putting him through.

This went on for a few days. The dog learned quickly that he didn't like it laying next to him. Bendy often found the mutt laying in the corner on the opposite side of the room. When he got up, the dog got up. It trotted out of the room and waited a few feet away for him to make his patrols. Bendy wasn't sure why he did it, but he took to leaving open cans of soup on the floor for the mutt. His reasoning was that it kept the dog from making a mess. It's not like he was trying to keep it fed. Certainly not!

One day Bendy spied an Edger clone wandering the halls. The spider toon was making his way from one end of the hall to another when it did something strange. His teeth clacked furiously, he stood on one foot, and was waving his hands in the air. It looked like some kind of weird dance. Edger had a scowl on his face and moaned as he was trying to scrape his foot across the floor. Bendy was confused as to what was going on until he heard a soft whine coming from behind him. The mutt had its head resting on its paws and was staring at the spider toon. Then the smell hit him. Oh. Looks like Edger stepped in a little present the dog left in the hallway. Bendy almost laughed at the absurdity of it all until he realized that HE would have to watch where he stepped from now on. Stupid dog!

Bendy had called it a day and noticed the dog was already in his quiet room. It was curled up in the corner with a Boris plush doll tucked in the mutt's paws. It must have snagged it from the workshop.

The ink demon scoffed. Of course the mutt would grab that doll. His dolls were all over the place, but the dumb dog chose the wolf! At least it didn't bring an Alice doll here. Seems not even a dog wanted one of those things. That thought made him smile. He just knew that would piss the angel off.

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The next day started off like any other. Bendy was getting used to his shadow trying to follow him throughout the Studio. If the dog couldn't keep up with him, it often found its fun someplace else. Either it was being chased by the Butcher Gang, the searchers, or just rolling around in a pile of plush toys. Either way, he'd always hear its annoying bark echoing throughout the hall.

As the day went on and Bendy made his rounds, something seemed off. He hadn't seen the mutt for awhile now. It's not like he was worried or anything. The dog was probably getting into trouble somewhere. Yeah, that's it! Still he couldn't help but look over his shoulder from time to time or tried to listen out for a bark as he moved from one level to another.

Bendy decided to head to level 9. Maybe pestering the angel would lighten his mood. Hearing the fear in her voice always made him smile. He stepped through his ink portal and shuffled down the walkway. He noticed inky dog prints leading to Alice's area. The mutt must have explored this area recently.

As he got closer to the angel's safe haven, he noticed the door was open just a bit. The door was cracked open just enough to let the dog through as shown by the paw prints disappearing through the gap.

The ink demon frowned. The dog went into the angel's lair. She's probably skinning the stupid mutt alive at this moment. He shrugged his shoulders. It's not like he cared…but he was curious to see what she did with the dog. 'Probably turned it into a smelly fur coat or something.' he mused. That thought made him feel uncomfortable for reasons he couldn't explain.

Bendy put his hands in the gap and used his strength to push the door open wide enough for him to walk through. It's been awhile since he'd been in this area. Looks like the angel's been busy. Boris clones were strapped to tables all over the place. She even managed to get her hands on a few of the Butcher Gang clones as well. He walked carefully over wooden planks that were suspended over pools of ink. He could see her dolls, of all sizes, floating in the murky liquid. Bendy couldn't understand why she would want to surround herself with such grotesque displays like this.

He could hear voices up ahead. It sounded like the crazy angel was talking to herself again. He moved quietly through the flooded area and made his way to the part of the room that she kept most of her posters and toys on shelves. She usually hid in a room behind a thick piece of glass. She was confident that he couldn't reach her and often taunted him if he made it this far. One day he would prove her wrong.

So far the angel hadn't noticed he was in her area. Bendy would have heard her voice screeching through the speakers if she had. She must be really distracted. Ah well, that was good for him. This made sneaking up on her a lot easier. His smile grew a little wider. This should be fun.

Bendy peaked around the corner and was taken aback by what he saw. Alice was out of her safe room. She was sitting on the floor…with the dog! Alice was petting it gently and talking to it.

"It's been a long time since we've seen a real dog. Isn't that right, Susie?" A high pitched giggle filled the room as another voice answered the first.

"Yeah! I used to have a dog when I was a little girl." Bendy watched as the dog tilted its head to the side. Probably confused at the two different voiced coming from the same person.

Bendy had never seen the angel so… gentle before. Even her tone of voice was different. It was soft and playful. Completely different from the shrieking harpy that always yelled about making herself perfect. This was a side he didn't know she had.

The mutt must have picked up how odd she was because it leaned in close to her. It tried to press its nose against the ruined side of her face. Alice gasped and pushed the dog away while covering her face with her other hand. "No! Stop! Don't do that!".

The dog ignored her as it pushed her hand away and pressed his nose against her cheek. Bendy watched as Alice froze when the dog sniffed at her cheek. Alice said in a small voice, "Please…don't…" Maybe she thought the mutt might hurt her or something. Bendy couldn't be sure, but the dog did something that neither of them expected.

The dog whined softly and began licking Alice's cheek. It wasn't a full on slobber like it did to Charlie a few days ago. This was more gentle. It even licked her just under her empty eye socket. The angel's shoulders began shake and anything she tried to say came out broken. Bendy could hear Alice start to sob as she wrapped her arms around the mutt's thick neck. She hugged it and cried into its smelly fur.

Bendy stood quietly and watch as the dog and angel sat like that for a few minutes. It took Alice awhile to pull herself together. She chuckled and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I-I guess I needed that, huh?" the dog just sat there and wagged its tail. "Y'know, you shouldn't be here. This Studio will kill you…" she reached out and scratched the dog behind its floppy ear. "or the ink demon will. Maybe you should come with me where it's safe."

Her last statement angered him. The stupid mutt was doing just fine! It didn't need her protection.

Alice gasped as the shadows and ink crawled against the walls. She got to her feet as Bendy stomped into the room. He reached for her as she ran for her safe room and shut the door behind her. The dog tried to follow but it wasn't fast enough. The door slammed in its face, leaving the dog confused and scratching at the door.

Bendy watched as Alice paced back and forth. She looked like she wanted to open the door for the dog, but her fear of him was stronger.

"Go away you monster! Leave me alone…" Her eyes grew wider as Bendy walked up behind the dog. She probably thought he was going to hurt it. He relished the look of absolute horror on her face. She banged on the glass and yelled for him to get away from the dog. Like he would ever listen to her.

After a few tense moments and him playing with her expectations, Bendy turned and walked out the room. Before he stepped through the doorway, he hissed sharply. The dog stopped scratching at the door and followed the ink demon out.

Bendy could hear Alice calling out to the dog, telling it to stay, and not follow the monster! The dog looked back a few times but continued to follow him until they were out of the angel's area. Bendy stood in the middle of the walkway and waited for the dog to catch up. Alice closed the metal door as soon as the mutt passed through.

The ink demon watched as the dog walked up to him cautiously. He reached down slowly and patted the dog on the head. The mutt looked up at him and wagged its tail. That was the most fun Bendy had in months and it was all thanks to this dumb dog. Bendy chuckled and headed for the stairs with the dog trotting behind him.