I am currently in English class, so here's to hoping I don't get caught! Just a quick Bendy and the Ink Machine one shot I thought up. I've never actually played the game, but I love watching Jacksepticeye and Markiplier play it—Bendy is amazing. #HUGSFORTHEDEVILDARLIN'
This may have been done already but whatevs ;)
As always, please enjoy and review!
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"Oh, Boris," I whispered, standing in front of my best friend. I had decided to get rid of the extra ink and appear just as Henry had first drawn me; small, with black boots and big white gloves with little horns atop my head. "I wish something would happen. I'm so bored."
Boris said nothing.
I sighed, taking a seat and dangling my legs into the pit. "Well, it's not like you'll help me come up with anything to do." Glancing up at Boris, I grinned. "You wanna paint another message?"
Boris said nothing.
I laughed. "All righty, then! I'll be back." Heaving myself to my feet, I grabbed some ink from the corner of the room and walked out.
"Where to paint, where to paint…" I muttered, wandering around. For the past 28 years, after He had retired to the deepest levels, the old studio had fallen into disrepair; dust was everywhere and boards crashing from the ceiling weren't uncommon. For some reason, however, the film reels on the wall were still spinning, and the light from the projector at the far end of the lobby hadn't gone dark yet. Perhaps it was the magic of this place, holding on for something yet to come.
"Aha!" I had found a blank strip of wall, in the room just beside the exit.
The dreaded exit.
Someone had once tried to leave, long ago. The moment she stepped out into the sun, her ink began to run, blistering with disgusting pops and squelches. Screeching, she fled back inside as fast as she could, but half of her body was disfigured, ink mixing and even disappearing.
Her two halves fused into one.
She now resided in the lower levels—Level 9, to be exact. She had vowed not to return topside before she had restored herself, forbidding anyone to come near her.
I missed her.
Dumping the ink into a puddle on the floor, I stepped into it. Instantly, the dark mass began to quiver and slowly make its way up my body. My arms and legs lengthened to frightening proportions, my hands becoming slender and pointed. My horns grew until they were long enough and sharp enough to gore a human with ease. Ink dripped down my face, covering my eyes, but I could still see. The sadistic grin that now covered my face at the power filling me wasn't hidden.
It never was.
My transformation from Bendy to the Ink Demon complete, I contemplated the wall before me. "Lets see…'The Creator Lied to Us', 'Who's Laughing Now', 'It's Time to Believe'…oh, no, wait, that last one was Sammy." My voice now had a two tone quality to it. "Um…gee, its getting harder to come up with something we haven't done, ay, Boris?" I yelled.
No response.
But the door opened.
The creaks and resounding slam startled me; for so long, the only sources of noise were me and Sammy. This was new. I crept to the edge of the room and listened.
"Alright, Joey. I'm here. Let's see if we can find what you wanted me to see."
If I had had eyebrows, they would have risen in confusion. I knew that voice; he was one of the animators. He could possibly be my creator.
I smiled even wider. I now knew what to write.
Quickly splashing some ink onto the wall in front of me, I began to direct it. There was no time to be neat; I finished with some ink still dripping from the ceiling, pooling on the floor.
Staying out of sight, I made my way back into Boris's room. "Well, old buddy," I murmured quietly, gathering boards from behind the shelf, "looks like we'll have some fun after all."
Dreams really do come true.