Inspired by the latest chapter of the game, the Alice we got was a bit different form what we expected.

This is based on some of my own ideas. Hope you'll enjoy

I do not own Bendy and the Ink Machine. It Belongs to The Meatly.

The first piece

It was dark, it was loud and cold. A shattered mind with figments far apart from each other. That is one of the first things I remember after that madman made me jump into that contraption.

'It would be fine' he said.

'Everything would fall into place' he promised. A bunch of humbug.

He promised me, that I would become what I always wanted. That lying backstabbing rat!

When I crawled out of that blasted ink machine there was no form. A slimy, revolting, shapeless slug. No longer human. I could hear so many voices. Male and female alike and they were screaming and crying some for a saviour to stop their torment others for a specific individual.

One of the voices finally said something I could relate to.

Alison.

Of course… she was the reason behind my desperation. That little whippersnapper caused all of this.

But perhaps she could also solve all of this.

I remember the day she first entered the studio. Joey had been hosting some kind of competition and the winner of said competition would be featured in one of the cartoons as a character. She of course was the winner of said contest. She was just shy of 19 with a head full of carrot coloured hair, her eyes where pale blue and she had almost paper white skin.

I never saw her as a threat, it was just a way for Joey to get some publicity and some money into the company. Since there was an entrance fee for those that participated in the contest.

Alison was related to one of the workers, bet she used him as a way to secure her chances.

It started out slowly and subtly Alison would be seen around the studio. Learning about the animation process and what she would be doing. She got to see the toy workshop where Shawn Flynn would craft all the toys and the plans for the theme park Joey was planning to build.

The episode she was promised ended with a duet between me and her. But it wasn't the last time Alison would be down in the recording studio.

More and more frequently she would be asked to voice minor characters. Meanwhile episodes with Alice was getting more and more scares. Flynn complained that 'the Angel' didn't sell one bit.

They didn't want my Angel?

Then one day it all broke. I was no longer the voice of Alice Angel.

Alison was now the voice of Alice.

She took my part.

SHE STOLE MY ANGEL!

I should have known those coffee breaks with Joey Drew was probably more than just friendly chats.

That girl, that bitch, that backstabbing WITCH!

I will make her pay for that.

I will have my angel back.

Then one day it finally happened a young woman finally managed to get to the lower levels.

That red hair…

There it was the missing piece.

As much as I hated it SHE was also a part of Alice. Unfortunately for her, this was my domain.

So I began to chase her.

Trying in vain to get out of the ink and get away was her first instinct. Especially when I kept chasing after her. I grabbed hold of the yellow skirt and then one of her legs.

She kept thrashing trying to kick me away but even if this form was lacking it was stronger than her. It was enjoyable to see her like this. Her long hair splattered with ink, panting, scared and crying. But no matter how much she begged, I needed her.

So I dragged her to the lowest level. There it was: the big ink machine. The so call 'miracle maker' that Joey referred it as. With as much power I could muster I dragged her up the stairs and to the platform. She kept trying to cling onto the staircase, to prevent the inevitable.

Didn't she know this was something bigger than herself? Didn't she know I needed her?

That Alice needed us?

How selfish of her.

But I was not going to have her ruin this for me.

Now at the ledge I dragged her over it. Making sure that I was tightly wrapped around her I would not lose her to the screaming well in there.

I watched as her mouth filled with ink, felt how her thrashing creased and now she was mine for the taking.

The second time I was no longer a pulsing slug, I had a shape, I had my curves, I had hands and a head full of ink stained curls. I smiled but it was still far from complete. My horns where dull and the halo was still missing.

I needed more parts.

Perhaps that might get Alison to shut up.