A/N: Loud House belongs to Chris Savino, and Bendy and the Ink Machine belongs to The Meatly. I only own this idea. The song belongs to Fandroid MUSIC.
Ronalda "Ronnie" Anne Santiago was always up for a field trip, no matter where they were going. It could've been a museum, a geyser that was centuries old, or an animation studio, so long as it meant a day out of school then she didn't care where they were going.
"Of course," She thought, "I almost could have gone without the animation studio from the 1930's inhabited by an ink demon." She looked at the boy dressed in a two piece tuxedo with short white hair done in a cowlick that was looking out the window in a mixture of shock and awe. "Almost."
The class entered the old studio with both caution and awe. The room they were in was the foyer, which was entirely made up of wood and plaster, and was composed of some stray chairs and tables, and two curved stairways that lead to a balcony that went on to the rest of the building at the left and right of a wooden desk. Many gasped, looked around, and chattered and mumbled in awe at the old room. Ronnie Anne on the other hand simply rolled her eyes at the classes awe, to her it was just an old studio. As Mrs. Johnson led the class slowly up the stairs, explaining the history of the studio, many of the students ignored her in favor of looking around.
No one noticed the cardboard cutout peeking out from behind the desk at them.
As they walked through the claustrophobic halls of Sillyvision Studios, Ronnie made notice of the various puddles of ink that were sporadically appearing on the floor and walls amongst the posters and fallen objects. Everyone else had stupidly ignored them in favor of looking in the abandoned rooms that had their doors left ajar.
She didn't really care for the place, but it didn't take a genius to tell that someone else was here. The hispanic girl looked about the hall at her class, Christina was keep ing as far away from the puddles as possible, Clyde was looking at a sketch he had found on the floor, and the others were either on their phones, or looking in the room. The local tough girl sighed as a conundrum took hold of her mind. On one hand she had a reputation to keep, and making light of this to her class would make her seem like a wimp, thus ruining it if her hunch was wrong. On the other hand, if her hunch of the class not being alone was right, it would be for the greater good of the class.
A creak of the floorboards made a decision for her. Then the sound of panting and running made her agree with that choice.
Ronnie ran down the hall toward the sounds, ignoring Mrs. Johnson's cries for her to return. The sound of the classes rapid footsteps had told her that they were following her, but she ignored them too. Stopping at a two-way hallway she listened to the sounds to see where they came from. By the time the others had caught up with her, and Mrs. Johnson had started to reprimand her, she had discerned from what direction the sounds were coming from and bolted down the left path. The class ran after her. After a few more stops and discernments the girl had come across a wide room with a column in the center, stray desk, ink puddles, and chairs strewn about, and a running projector next to a smiling cardboard cutout with fresh ink at it's feet.
Among all of this was a gasping and panting boy about her age with pure white skin, black freckles on his cheeks, and short white hair in a cowlick with a small tuft sticking up, wearing a two-piece black tuxedo and an axe in hand. The class had caught up with her, and saw the boy. But before they could step into the room, or call out to him they all simultaneously heard and saw something.
Creaking floorboards, and a copious amount of ink raining down on the boy's location in large globs. The boy gasped and threw himself back from his spot in the room just before the ceiling gave way and poured down what should have been a waterfall of ink.
What they all got was something else entirely.
Landing right in front of the boy was a large, bent over, humanoid entity with the body build of a well built, and healthy, adult male with a white bow tie close to the center of it's chest. What pushes it into the uncanny valley however were two facts: the first was that it's head was a near perfect replica of Bendy the Dancing Demon's head, with the exception of the "ears" being less curved, and the ink covering almost all of his face except the muzzle, and perpetually smiling mouth. The second fact was that the entity was made up entirely out of ink.
The class was completely unnerved by it, and the boy was shaking in his shoes, trembling, and gasping in fear of it. So of course he did the only logical thing: try to hit it with his axe.
The key word was try.
The entity blocked the axe with its forearm, breaking the axe, uppercut the boy in the gut with its other arm before backhanding his cheek, and grabbing him by the biceps and slamming him into the column causing a yell of pain from the boy. The entity released on of the boy's arms to pull back it's own and brandish claws made to kill. The boy closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate. Smiling at the submission of its adversary, the creature smiled ready to deal the finishing blow after so long. The creature pulled back as far as it could go.
Only to be rammed in the side, and flung off the boy into some of the chairs and tables.
The boy slid to the ground in pain, opening his eyes, and spoke up in confusion. "Wha-?" Only to lay eyes on a certain hispanic girl with freckles on her cheeks, black hair that looked dark purple in the current light, a fuchsia-purple mix jacket, pink socks worn high, purple shoes, and black shorts. A girl who was wiping ink off of her left arm. The boy looked between the girl and the pile of chairs and desk with an agape mouth.
"H-h-how-?" He was stopped by the girl raising her hand to stop him.
"Look, we can talk after we-." She was interrupted by the sound of the pile moving and shifting as the now enraged entity rummaged from underneath it, now fully aware of what happened. The white haired boy grabbed Ronnie by the arm and bolted straight at the class, yelling only one warning.
"Run." No one argued.
As they dashed down the halls, trying their best to ignore the rapid and loud stomps of the creature chasing them, the boy took the lead.
"What is that thing!?" Shouted a random student.
"Bendy the Dancing Demon," Answered the boy as he ran.
"Okay, who's that!?"
"The main character of the cartoons they made here! Didn't you listen!?" Ronnie shouted back to the class, not bothering to look back to see who had asked that.
"What way did you come from?" He shouted back at the group. Thinking that if Bendy was completely unaware of them, then he finally had a way out.
"Take a left," Shouted Ronnie Anne who had easily managed to keep pace with the boy. Taking the left path, the class gasped in shock as they saw the way blocked by boards. Before they could turn back, which was suicide at this point, the boy leapt at the boards and did something that shocked the entirety of the class.
He turned his hands into axes made of ink, and spun in midair creating a buzz saw like motion that cleaved through all of the boards in one go. Landing on his feet into an uninterrupted run as if he never stopped, the boy yelled at them to continue. Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, the class pressed on. As they rushed down the hall, they passed a radio that the boy activated, causing music to blare.
As boards form the ceiling began to fall upon them, the boy cleaved them all as he began to sing.
Bendy was a little devil thing
Who was brought to life on the silver screen
Used to make 'em chuckle
now he makes 'em scream
It's Bendy and the Ink Machine
With each board the fell or blocked their path, the boy cleaved them.
It's Bendy and the Devil's Swing
Every ink puddle they came across formed into half-human monstrosities that slicked and slunk toward them with outstretched arms. However, their charges only got them cleaved and thrown into one another courtesy of the two kids leading the group.
Flashback to the place
that made the cartoons sing
Where the cobwebs grow
And the floorboards creak
It's all connected to an evil scheme
It's Bendy and the Ink Machine
A large amount of wood fell from the ceiling, seeing this the boy slid underneath them, and held them up long enough for the class to get through. However he noticed ink monsters slinking down the hall after them, and slid from under the boards to follow the class, causing the monsters to be blocked from further pursuing them.
As he caught up with them the boy continued his musical exposition.
Dreams do come true
I was deceived by Joey Drew
And now he's coming after me and you
Who's laughing now?
I thought that we could cut him out
They heard the thumping of Bendy's footsteps getting faster, and louder, just as ink began to rain down upon their heads. The boy, thinking fast, backed up to the middle of the crowd and turned his hands into an umberlla that encompassed everyone, blocking the ink as they dashed.
But now the ink is pouring down
After a while of ink rain, the umbrella was dropped. But boards fell from the ceiling again, causing the boy to leap into the air and dice them to pieces. Tumbling into a hand spring, the boy diced, chopped, and cleaved the rain of falling planks that bombarded them.
Bendy was created out of Ink
Then modeled into a 3D beast
You can hear him coming
from his tapping feet
It's Bendy in the Devil's Swing
Snap back to the era
Where the swing was king
But the workshops fading
And behind the scenes
There's a deep dark secret lying underneath
It's Bendy and the Ink machine
Landing into a slide, the boy picked up a fallen and forgotten phone, and dialed the first number that came to his head. The number he needed.
Hey Joey!
I got your message
There's still a sketch on my old work desk
It might have been
A bit overzealous
To collect all six of these office relics
The class, now strangely free of falling debris and ink for the moment, listened intently as they ran, and the boy held the old device in front of him with both hands, shouting/singing into it.
I haven't seen my peers
In over thirty years
And there's no one here
But grinding gears
And my rising fears
The phone sparked and spewed out some smoke enticing the lad to throw it in a passing trash can.
The illusion of living
Was only the beginning
Ink incarnate that's sinning
Presented in Sillyvision
Falling wood and ink monsters, how lovely. Well at least the room had neither in them, so at least the two had their work cut out for them.
The illusion of living
Was only the beginning
Ink incarnate that's sinning
Presented in Sillyvision
After the offending material and monsters were dealt with, the group continued to run.
Bendy was a villain out of sync
Now he's off the page
And on the brink
His old friend Boris may have lost his spleen
It's Bendy in the Devil's Swing
After arriving back where they entered the second floor from the group believed that they were home free. Until they saw that a ridiculous amount of boards, planks, chairs, and desk was blocking the way out. Not one to be daunted by this, the boy reformed his ink axe hands once again, and took a running start before leaping at the blockade and hacking and slashing away.
Yeah your heart starts racing
When you hear that beat
The creator's brain may have sprung a leak
It's Bendy and the Ink Machine
1, 2, 3
Ink monsters were in the mix too? No problem.
To 3D
Wood chips, pieces, and splinters flew and jettisoned as the class frantically checked the hall for Bendy.
Him and Me
Clyde shrieked and began rapidly tapping Ronnie Anne on the shoulder.
Ink Machine
The girl looked at him in annoyance, and was about to tell him to cut it out before seeing what he was doing so for.
Flashing Screens
Ronnie quickly went to the mouth of the path. "Hurry up tuxedo kid," She said before jabbing her thumb toward the hall, where Bendy's shadow was emerging from the hall, "he's coming."
Bendy sings
Ink rained from the ceiling onto the boy, who used it to make his axes larger and sharper.
Devil's Swing
Many stupidly screamed, and hugged one another as Bendy emerged from the other hallway. The monstrous toon, having heard the shrieks, turned toward the kids and began to race toward them. The classes eyes collectively widened in fear at the sight, and got as close to the mouth of the exit as possible without getting wood in their eyes to frantically yell at the boy to hurry up.
Dreams do come true
I was deceived by Joey Drew
And now he's coming after me and you
Who's laughing now?
I thought that we could cut him out
But now the ink is pouring down
The last of the wood was cleaved, and the remaining of the monsters was chopped to oblivion. Upon seeing this the class bolted through the exit, with the boy back flipping over them. Ronnie stopped to see what the boy was up to, only to receive another shock when he turned his hands to normal, and gave his elbows sharp points.
Bendy was a little devil thing
Who was brought to life on the silver screen
Used to make 'em chuckle
now he makes 'em scream
It's Bendy in the Devil's Swing
The cartoon abomination leapt at the boy with outstretched arms that held clawed hands. The boy jabbed his elbows into the wall, causing it to gain new holes and cracks that spread to the ceiling and brought down a new blockade of wood that completely blocked Bendy. Turning back to the path, the boy grabbed Ronnie by the arm leading her back into the foyer and leaping onto the stair rail, sliding down with an overjoyed smile.
Flashback to the place
that made the cartoons sing
Where the cobwebs grow
And the floorboards creak
It's all connected to an evil scheme
It's Bendy and the Ink Machine
Flipping off of the rail, the boy excitedly lead Ronnie toward the front door as he wrapped up his song, and the music finally began to fade. Opening the door for the girl, he took one last glance at the entryway to his hell, and backed out the door while mockingly pointing at it in jubilation. Closing his eyes as the door closed in front of him, and taking a deep breath to prepare himself to reunite with society as he knew it, the boy turned around and opened his eyes.
Only to see a world that looked nothing like the one he knew. Looking at the new surroundings in wide eyed, and mouth agaped shock, the boy limply allowed his hand to be taken by Ronnie Anne as she lead him to the bus.
