I normally stay away from indie horror video games but after the fandom springing up around BATIM started catching my attention, I thought I at least should check it out. Now even more stuff keeps coming up and, I'll admit, I quite enjoy some of it. I suppose the concept of a substance that we assign value of meaning too now suddenly gaining a will and means to do things on its own without the artist's pen is just an interesting concept to me. Epic Mickey did it first, but I still look into this one more. Anyways, I thought since the fire is still burning strongly for this game, better step in quickly and put in my work. This takes place after chapter 2 and my view of the end of the game. I may make this a multi-chapter story.

I own nothing. Bendy and the Ink Machine belongs to its creators,*pun unintended. I don't own the cover image either.

Enjoy the chapter!

The feel of the wooden wall against his back sent shivers down his spine. He frantically tried to push farther back into it, but he quickly came to realize that his decision had proven to be mistake. Cornered in a dead end with the ink dripping down from the ceiling all around him were only factors that contributed to the fearfulness of the situation he was in.

If he had known where he was going to be just a few hours later from where he initially arrived, he would have never accepted the invitation to come back. Searching for items, axing his way through blocked hallways and doors, finding switches and the like, all to land where he was now.

And the ink.

Oozing out of the walls, floors, and ceiling like black blood. Flooding passageways and adding to the already creepy atmosphere of this place. And then there were the things that spawned from the ink. Occasionally he had come across what had appeared to be just a puddle, just remaining spread out across the floor like thed mess it was.

He had never been so happy to have been holding something to defend himself in his entire life. Black blobby forms surged out from the blackness, spreading out their limbs before flailing them wildly and sliming across the floor towards him. If the axe unfortunately missed hitting them and splattering their inky bodies across the floor, they latched onto his body, soaking through his clothes, onto his skin, and blurring his vision. Occasionally a few would get the drop on him, but luckily he managed to defeat all of them one by one before he was completely overtaken by them. No idea what they would do if they had.

Inside this cavernous building he had found more than his share of surprises, many more of them frightful than delightful. Some things he could make out from the faded memories in the corner of his mind. He had left the studio before much of the things he had seen before him had been brought in, but relics like the recording studio, the posters, the merchandise, the old desks still overflowing with papers and old drawing had given him the tiniest bit of familiarity with this place.

There was just one thing that kept him from becoming relaxed in his place. The ink apparitions, though horrifying and aggressive, he could deal with. The ink machine that lead to every part of the complex and splattered the place with the plentiful black liquid, although it darkened the rooms and made places where creatures could hide before jumping out and attacking him, still had that sense of old nostalgia to it. Ink splotches there, broken pipes leaking there, heck, even a huge puddle on the floor from a clumsy mishap. Though much had changed hole he was absent, he could still remember the times where it hadn't been so frightening to see it everywhere.

No, the one thing that unnerved him more then anything else in this place was him. A creation he had helped design and bring to life. Once a familiar, almost friend-like being that now had come off the screen and was stalking him.

Bendy.

He had come in first seeing the posters upon the walls, advertising the cartoons he had helped make. Then the pieces of merchandise, like the records, film reels, and plush toys. He wasn't too unnerved at first when he saw cartoon character cutouts spread out everywhere. It was only when they started appearing everywhere where they hadn't been before. The ones that peeked out from behind the corner as he walked the hallways were the scariest.

As he completed the first part of his quest, at that time just out of curiosity, he then saw just how terrifying this place had become.

In one room he had come across the remains of a character he had worked on and loved, Boris the Wolf. To his frightful shock, the character now laid before him, an actual, tangible person, yet lacking a heart in his exposed chest. It was scary enough to see the character as an actual being that he could reach out and touch, but to see it not only there, but mutilated made his heart drop in his chest.

He had followed the rest of the directions, collecting the items before turning on the pressure and waking up the ink machine.

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..

...

He had never expected to see Bendy, standing up alive and out of the ink, before him.

The ink had flooded the building and, as any man with common sense would have done, he ran. Rooms and different parts of the building just kept appearing, hindering his paths.

New challenges sprouted out, ordering him to go through with them as they made the dangers of failing to do so clear.

Cutouts appeared everywhere, staring at him as he passed by, almost mockingly grinning at him as he regarded them with suspicion.

The ink was everywhere, making it difficult to move past, pass through, or harder for him to standing his ground against. His grip tightened on the axe with each swing.

It now came to his attention how useless it had all been as he now was pressed up against the wall, his axe dissolving into the ink puddle a few feet away. The ground shook with heavy footsteps and the flickering candles and light bulbs around the corner illuminated the figure approaching.

Though blurry as it was, he could clearly make out the slender shadow that was stretched across the wall at the other end of the hallway. The sound of ink dripping loudly on the floor off of it echoed in his head. As it came closer to the end, he could make out the details such as the long, gangly limbs, the large feet, and, lastly, the two pointy, curved horns upon the ink creature's head.

The black, inky being suddenly lurched out from behind the corner, melting out from the shadows like the darkness it was made of. There, just feet away, was the character he had once fondly looked upon. Though it shaped like it was supposed to be on the paper, it now looking partially melted, possibly due to the tampering for its' creation. Tendrils of the dark liquid it was formed from fell from every part of its' body, almost as if it was still learning to solidify itself.

Its head found around the empty space, splattering ink as it thrust itself through the air, finally coming to a stop as the melted face came into his sight. The Glasgow grin permanently etched on Bendy's face seemed to grow wider as his clunky steps now moved slowly towards him. Drops of sweat gathered on his form as he was left completely defenseless against his stalker.

His breath hitched as his lungs seemed to tighten in his chest. His legs drew closer to his chest as a painful torrent of memories suddenly flowed through his mind of all he had experienced, followed shortly by the growing numbness in him limbs as the ink came closer to him.

And all at once... everything became black.

There's a sequel chapter to this, though you guys let me know what you think is going to happen next in the reviews. Maybe it will go out as you'd expect, or maybe I just might be able to surprise you, who knows until I post it. Anyways, see you next time. -V.t.7