So... I made another OC! ^^; You'll learn about her later on the story.
Anyways, I wanted to write another chaptered Fanfiction for BATIM as well a create a background as to what happened to the Silly Vision employees before the Studio was shut down. This might be another hecktick ride, and I apologize in advance if I don't write as often as I usually do. (As I have a billion other things going on and several stories that need my attention as well.)
But when inspiration strikes, I gotta write, right?

As always, comments & Likes are appreciated!

Now, let's begin...

In the darkness of the once famous animation studio, a lone figure crept through the halls. It had long ruled this place since it was awoken by the ink machine over thirty years ago, created to be a "perfect toon" in the studio owner's eyes.

He blamed her for being imperfect.

Touching a wall, an inky portal was created. The creature walked through, ever silent. It only spoke to a handful of the creatures that roamed the halls, eliminating the others that dared to try and harm those that were trying to get by.

Exiting the portal, it discovered it was not alone.

Two more figures stood in the room it had appeared in while another figure laid on one of the cots in the corner. The first of the figures was a petite woman in a black dress, black combat boots, and a belt strapped to her chest and her waist. A sword hung at her side, dripping with fresh ink. Her black hair was pulled back by a hair tie while two white horns, filed slightly, protruded from the side of her head.

The other figure had a wolf-ish appearance, with black and white fur covering him from head to toe. He wore a set of white overalls, covered in ink as well, with a black belt strapped across his thin chest. A mechanical arm rested at his side, gripping a Gent wrench firmly in the mechanical hand.

"Bendy!" the woman spoke, "We found Henry."

The dancing demon looked to the figure who was resting on the cot. A man in his late sixties was clearly asleep upon the cot, his shirt, overalls, and pants stained with ink and blood. His shoes were under the cot, also coated and filled with ink.

"And Susie Angel?" the demon's voice asked quietly, nearly a gurgling noise compared to the crystal clearness of the Angel's.

"Allison finished her off," the wolf answered, "There hasn't been a sign of the ink demon, either."

The one side of the demon's face the two could see had it's eyebrow raised at them.

"I know you told Tom and I not to venture out on our own, but…"

"Good work."

The wolf and the angel looked at the demon before each other. They grinned, knowing that Bendy was happy to know they were safe and had finished off the one person the demon couldn't.

"What should we do with Henry?" Thomas asked, indicating to the sleeping man.

"Let him rest," the demon answered, "He'll be in for a shock when he wakes up."

"You mean when he sees you?"

The demon nodded.

As the two left through another doorway, the demon crouched down, whispering to the sleeping man, "It's nice to see you again, boss."