Ink Stains Blood

Chapter 1 : Inky Scars

Ciaossu! Me name is Dark Zoider! I have never really tried to write a fanfiction before so sorry if there is a lot of spelling mistakes because me do tend to get lazy. Of course as yall know, me do not own BATIM! Please do leave a comment if ya would like, it would help to get information on what me could do better. Thanks! Hope ya enjoy or at least not cringe too much!

Before me forget, there is a part near the beginning of the fanfiction that goes between someone speaking and a hospital hah. Also! Me fanfiction does disconnect to the main story at times and some things are different so please do tell me if that's annoying cause then I'll change it.

An inky, black oozing demonic figure stood over a young man who shivered trapped in the corner of a room. The demon had large horns, a grinning smile and long sharp claws. It's face and horns were distorted by melted ink. The young man whimpered

'H-Hey! W-W-What's wrong?! B-!'

Claws ripped through the man's clothing cutting into his chest, blood splatted across the dark wooden floor.

'Ugh'

The man choked unable to breath, his eyes darted down towards his chest, black ink was covered in warm blood. His eyes became heavy, trying to stay awake he looked up at the demon. The grinning smile had blood splattered on it, tears streamed down his eyes. Slowly, with his last grasp of strength, he reached out to touch the demon's claws

'I-I… Lo…v… e…. y-ou…. Be-n…dy…'

A small smile crossed the man's face, his voice faded into the darkness, his breathing silent

Drip. Drip. Drip

Blood trickled down the demonic figure's claws, large blood puddles formed under the man's feet and the demon.

Silence.

A gentle sheepish voice broke the silence

'H-H… N-No! This can't be real! What h-have I done?! I-I must be dreaming'

Big, black blobs formed under the demon's eyes when he saw the blood puddles beneath the man

'NO! NO! NNNNOOO!'

Thud, the demon dropped down to it's knees in front of the man's body. The demon shivered, reaching out his claws, he attempted to try and awake the man. Raging footsteps came from down the corridor racing towards the room.

'What's going on here?! What was that before?!'

A gruff male voice shouted from outside the door, he tried to unlock the door but the knob wouldn't budge. The man was tall with dark brown hair, greenish brown eyes.

'Joey! Move! I'll smash it down!'

Another man stood afar from the door readying himself to slam it down. He had blonde hair, dark blue eyes, he looked weak but was much stronger than the average man.

'Are you mad Sammy?!'

Joey hissed back at his friend

'Yes! I'm mad! I was an idiot! I should have come straight away! Urgh!

His voice conveyed his determination and frustration. They had heard shouting earlier on but didn't do anything about it until there was a loud scream of terror.

Slam!

The door fell inward slamming down onto the hard wooden floor. The two men rushed inside to see the demon kneeling in front of their dear friend who was covered in blood

'W-Wait?! No! This can't be fucking real! It can't be fucking true'

Sammyglared at the demon then looked at his friend

'How could this happen?! HOW COULD I LET THIS HAPPEN?! BENDY! I WILL END YOU!'

Joey screamed out angrily, his face was a hot chilli pepper, his eyes filled with blood thirst, anger and hate. Clenching his teeth caused blood to drip down his mouth, blood began to ooz from the man's hands as his nails jabbed into his flesh.

Joey tried to rush towards Bendy but was abruptly stopped by Sammy reaching out to take ahold of the man's arm

'Calm down Joey! I know your angry b-'

Furious eyes glared at Sammy

'NO! I WON'T calm down!'

His eyes darted at Bendy who stood up slowly still dazzled, confused and crying from realising what he had done. Joey wanted to kill Bendy, all he wanted was to get ahold of the demon and rip him into bloody pieces.

Sammy frowned

'It was too soon! Damn you Bendy!'

He spat out angrily at the demon. From the back of his pants he drew out a gun, it had holy symbols carved into it and the bullets. He let go of Joey's arm then loaded up the gun.

Click.

Joey turned around to see Sammy holding up the gun aiming at Bendy

'You won't get away! Hey you Ink Demon!'

Bendy turned to see Joey and Sammy, he was bent over, too afraid to speak, too afraid to even face them fully. He tried to hide his face, wiping his tears away was useless as they kept coming back no matter what he did. Bendy tried to speak

'I… Jo… Sa… I'

Bang!

'SCREECH!'

A loud growling monstrous sound filled the room, Sammy shot Bendy's foot right on the ankle.

Bang!

The second shot hit Bendy's knee making him fall to the ground, his body began to leak worse with ink forming a large puddle under him. Joey smirked devilishly

'Not so strong now are we?'

He kicked Bendy as the demon groaned in pain.

'Sammy, get the cross and call the ambulance IMMEDIATELY!

'Yeah'

Joey gave a pleased toothy smile

'I've got special plans for you, Bendy'

Bendy tilted his head enough to gaze up at Joey's psychotic smile, the man leaned in close

'You let loose a little too soon, for that… I'll give you HELL'

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bbbbbbeeeeeeeppppppp

'I'm sorry…'

'He's not responding!'

'I never meant to hurt you…'

'Someone! Help!'

'Please… Don't die…'

'We're loosing him!'

'Save… Us…'

*At home*

'(Yawn) What time is it...'

Sitting in bed, a man began to straighten himself up while stretching his arms. Eventually, after some pondering of whether to get up or not, hunger kicked in forcing him to leave the comfort of his bed.

The room was large with a king size bed, too big for just one person just like the rest of the house. There was a strange scent of ink dwelling in the room, wooden furniture filled up what it could yet it still seemed empty. To the left of the bed was a small glass filled with ink, somehow, the smell would comfort the man.

Sliding his slippers on, he dragged his feet along the floor scraping against the carpet floor until reaching the bathroom. Click, with the door open he stood in front of a mirror and turned to face the tap. After opening the tap, he splashed warm water onto his face rubbing his eyes. Brown hair with a tinge of orange, his eyes were a deep glossy brown filled with emptiness and loss. Taking his shirt off revealed a nasty mark across the man's chest.

Claws.

Something had attacked him ripping his chest open, all he could remember was being in hospital told that some stranger called asking for someone to help him. The mark went from near his right shoulder down to his stomach, even after having it stitched and cleaned the mark still stayed black.

It was as if some sort of black ink stained his blood.

'Urgh, why won't you go away?!'

The man growled looking into the mirror at his scars, it disturbed him, haunted him, angered him to be unable to remember what happened, why he had these scars. There was something missing in his life, something disappeared but what? All he could remember was up to the day that he was speaking to a man named Joey before leaving from work, he had no memories of anything after that.

'Ah… I should check the mail, who knows what fucking bill will show up today'

Staggering out of the bathroom he slowly went trotting down the stairs, they were made of dark wood almost like the entirety of the house, well, more of a mansion. His footsteps echoed out though the mansion, hollow, empty, lonely just like his heart.

Staring at the floor he could see some sort of old rusty paper envelop with his name imprinted on the outside. The handwriting on the front looked cartoon like

'What?'

The man raised a brow while leaning down to pick the letter up. The paper crunched from his touch, it smelled of ink.

'A creepy looking letter! Just when I thought my life couldn't get any shittier!'

He sarcastically remarked to himself, ripping the envelop open revealed an old paper card handwritten in ink just like the envelop.

"Dear Henry,

It's been a long time old friend, why don't you come by and visit the studio? I've got something special to show you. 5 years feels like too long without hearing from you, sorry about not writing any sooner. I have been rather too busy for these last 5 years, please do come right away when you receive this letter. I'll see you soon Henry.

From your old pal, Joey Drew"

'Joey?!'

Henry's eyes widened in surprise, he had tried to get in contact with Sammy and Joey but neither of them ever responded to his calls. It just seems strange to suddenly receive a letter from him with him having been silent for so many years.

'I have to get changed!'

Without second thought, Henry zapped back upstairs to change into some more appropriate clothing. He never visited Joey Drew Studios only because for 2 years of his life he was being watched by specialised doctors and nurses for his injury. After, there was a vacancy for some over seas army training that he received a letter to attend, he barely remembered applying years ago.. After finding some decent pants, a nice scruffy shirt and his most prized treasurer, a pentagram neckless. Henry had no memory of why he even cared so much about it but without it, he felt a part of him missing. Giving a last glance into the mirror he looked at his hair and beard, it had grown all over his face nearly, he swore under his own breath that he would be called santa.

Opening and slamming the large heavy door lead him to his oversized car, things just didn't seem right. Henry silently drove down to the studio, it was about a 2 hour car ride since he had decided to move back to his actual mansion instead of living in the studio.

The studio looked like a disaster from the outside, it's large golden gates were rusted, the building was falling apart and worst of all, he kept getting the strange feeling someone was watching him. Stepping out the car he went to open the rusty rotten door covered in ink

'What is it you want to show me Joey…'

Creeeek

'Hello? Joey?'

His voice wavered from seeing the inside of the studio, you could barely see anything that wasn't covered, destroyed or been eroded away by inky stains.

'Come on Joey, I'm not here to play games'

Silence.

'Joey?'

No response. Henry decided that it would be for the best to search for Joey

'He could be in danger. Hello? Anyone here?'

His footsteps creaked on the old wooden floor, on both sides of the wall were posters of Bendy The Dancing Demon and Boris The Wolf. Henry analysed the posters thoughtfully.

'I swear I've seen you two from somewhere…'

He rubbed his beard while looking back and forth at each posters. What was the use anyway? After loosing some of his memory there wasn't much point in trying to remember something when even after years of therapy, nothing worked. Being a 26 year old man with army training meant he could get a proper job, his life back yet something still lacked, something held him back.

Continuing to walk down the hallway he reached a larger room which interconnected with other rooms. Ink stains covered the walls, floors and even dripped down from the rotten ceiling that looked as if it would give way any moment.

'Huh? What's that?'

While turning around Henry spotted a cutout Bendy nearby

'Hah, hello there little Demon'

Henry gave a soft, gentle smile, he couldn't help himself, something about seeing the cutout Bendy just made him want to smile. The Demon's mischievous looking eyes looked at Henry. He gave a warm chuckle and rubbed the cutout on the head right between the horns

'See ya'

Henry walked off down the hall to continue exploring. The studio seemed empty no matter how hard he looked for Joey but there was someone else there, he knew he wasn't alone. Maybe it was just paranoia, maybe the cutout Bendys were watching through their black inky eyes, whatever it was Henry just knew it wasn't going to be good. A loud dripping sound caught his attention.

'Hm, I should go check it out'

His eyes had taken a while to fully adjust to the dark surroundings and he was all ready regretting it. A large machine with dripping thick, black, cold ink lay dormant in front of him.

'Huh? Joey! What the hell where you doing down here?! A machine?'

The large hunk of metal had gears visible on the outside, it wasn't as damaged or covered in ink like the rest of the studio, it was kept clean, neat and surprisingly looking new. Henry shivered at the sight of it

'Who in their right mind would build this?!'

He cringed to seeing blood marked on the opposite side gear, maybe someone cut themselves. Or was the blood for something else?

'Idiot! I have to find Joey!'

Snapping back into reality lead him to continue his search for his lost friend but the machine nudged at him for attention

'Maybe… Maybe I'll try to turn it on later… If I knew how to'

After walking out the room, Henry felt a cold shiver down his spine. Looking behind him he could have sworn that there wasn't a Bendy cutout there before

'Hey buddy, don't go scaring me like that now.'

He gave a loud huff of annoyance for letting his guard down so easily. In a farther room, Henry could see a dog human shaped form on a table. Sprinting down the hall he called

'Finally! Maybe I could ask them for directions! Uh excuse m-'

Henry's eyes widened, his stomach turned upside down with a sudden urge to vomit he turned to the closest bin he could find. It was the smell, this strange smell of inky like blood that reeked the room.

'Joey… What the fuck have you done?!'

A wolf figure with black crosses for eyes was strapped to a table with candles surrounding it in a square. Closer inspection revealed all of it's insides were missing.

'This can't be possible… Boris the wolf?'

Henry rubbed his face weakly, it was all too much to take in, to think his best friend had done this.

'What on earth are you?'

He squinted his eyes looking further at the wolf

'Ink? It's made of ink?! No… It's thicker… Nearly… Like blood and flesh?'

Henry couldn't believe it, could it really be possible to bring a cartoon character to life? But why would Joey bring them to life and kill them, if they lived to begin with. Henry's vision became blurry, his eyes watered.

Tears?

Why was he crying? It wasn't like he knew who this Boris was, did he? Henry quickly wiped away the tears, he looked towards Boris

'Whatever, whoever did this to you Boris… I'll find out…'

The written inky words "Who's laughing now?" Made him ponder about who could have written them, maybe someone was still alive.

With his mind now filled with images of a dead cartoon dog, Henry decided it would be a good idea to turn the machine on, he didn't know why, he just had to. Surprisingly, it only took him about 3 minuted to gather up all the items and put them on the fucked up pillar things. When he managed to find the Bendy toy he did have a hard time accepting he couldn't keep it. Something about it's mischievous eyes and how small it was made Henry want to keep it.

Clank.

The machine finally seemed to be working so he headed straight to it, there was no point in waiting and wasting more time then he already had. Finding his way through the studio did become a lot easier since he somehow seemed to recall where everything was. Ink writing on the walls was everywhere, old tape recordings from the other employees lay about the place, he did listen to a few but still struggled to remember them.

'Wait what?'

Wooden blanks stopped him from entering the room

'I-I… I swear they weren't there before!'

He irritatedly rubbed the back of his head

'Whatever'

Slowly approaching the door he peeked inside to be met with a somewhat, unpleasant smile.

'AHHH!'

There stood a inky, oozing demon that looked somewhat similar to the Bendy cutouts expect, that thing was Bendy. It had a demonic smile, one you would see on a murder before they kill you. Glossy horns which looked a lot sharper and longer, oozing ink covered Bendy's eyes yet the demon didn't seem to be blind.

In seeing a man, it lashed forward trying to get a hold of them, claws reached out scraping Henry's shirt holding him by the front of his collar for an instant. Slamming into the ground he stood back up running away before falling down into a dark abyss caused by the eroded wood.

Random memories came back to him for an instant, memories he had forgotten for so long.

A large ink demon towering over him, looking deep into his eyes. Something was off

'Is he… Crying?'

Big black blobs in it's eyes made the demon look different, Bendy's eyes were gentle, sweet and sad.

A pentagram on paper with an ink puddle having an arm stretching out flashed by quickly though his mind. He recognised the room as his, where he would always work and tire himself day to night, at least he thought so. The room was alight with candles, his ink bottle was smashed on the floor. The memory comforted Henry as he fell down the rabbit hole, that little arm sticking out of the pentagram, who's was it?

Seconds before smashing into the cold wooden floor the ink machine came to his mind, instead of it being completely clean like before, well nearly clean. There was a pentagram drawn on it with blood, on the floor was another made with blood as well, human blood.

Thump!

'Oof! Ah shit my back!'

Henry grinned his teeth together in agony, what an excellent day he was having indeed. Getting a creepy fucked up old letter, finding out that his friend Joey could possibly have been experimenting and bringing cartoons to life. Then seeing a living cartoon, for fuck sake a living, breathing cartoon!

Tilting his head to one side he could see more ink stains and what seemed to be the wood from above where he fell. Standing up was a struggle as his back protested over whether it was completely broken or just a few parts were broken. An axe had been left untouched even by the ink, it's wooden form was solid

'Oh goody, I actually find something to fucking defend myself now! Not before! Of course not! URGH!'

He took the axe while mumbling swears to himself. There was a hallway that lead to another room up ahead, he cleared the path to reach a room which lead him to wish he had never woken up. A large pentagram was drawn with ink on the floor, candles around it made it look like some sort of summoning station. Henry's head began to swirl, he dropped the axe and plummeted to the floor. Maybe he was seeing things but he could swear that Joey was right there, standing on the pentagram, he had appeared from within the pentagram.

Darkness.