So this is based on a recording in the last chapter by Joey Drew. When he says Bendy is the first attempt and that he soulless. He also described him just walking around aimlessly. Not attacking anything or being particularly dangerous. This is kind of what I think happened.


The machine hissed and rattled, sounding like a mechanical beast out for vengeance. "Do you think it's working?" Thomas Conner asked his gruff voice seeming more horse than usual. He put his hand in a tight fist trying to stop his shaking.

"It better and I'm sure it will if we just believe." Joey spouted from his wheelchair his back up straight and proud with a big wide smile although his eyes showed nothing, but terrible anger and greed. His clothes slightly stained in ink and a film reel under his arm.

"Mr. Drew you can drop the act." He looked away feeling queasy. Bringing life to things that were only made to be animated... You could just feel that something is going to go wrong.

"You know I babble on about believing and never really mean it. This time I do. The possibilities this brings are endless. ... Could really save the company."

"Whatever you say, Mr. Drew. Not that I understand any of your ideas." Joey grabbed the reel from under his arm and handed it to Tom. "What's this for?"

"It's a template. So we can get the character we want. Now if you excuse me I have work to do." Joey begins to leave working his way down the hall.

"Wait aren't- don't you want to see it working?"

"Why? I have employs to do that." Thomas watched as Joey vanished into the distance before mumbling under his breath.

"You just want to be safe if anything happens." Tom sighs walking over to the machine. He opens a small slit in the machine just big enough for the reel to go through. He slides it in and closes the hatch. Taking a deep breath as he grabs the valve above slowly turning it until ink begins pouring into the machine.

It's growls and hisses becoming louder. Quickly Thomas ran back to the front of the machine. It had started to ooze ink, he frowned. "Damn it. Joey isn't going to be happy about that." Thomas quickly backed away as it started spewing thick chunks of ink. "Wally isn't going to be happy about having to clean that up either... Guess he's outta here.. Heh."

He walked over to a small table set up and started packing up his toolbox trying to think of what he's going to tell Joey. Although part of him would love to be fired so he wouldn't have to deal with all this, but jobs are rare lately. He paused when he heard a sloshing sound. Giving a confused look as he furrows his brow. He turned to look at the machine. It had stopped pouring ink and the puddle on the floor was... Moving?

"Maybe this isn't a complete loss." He stepped closer when suddenly a hand reached out of the puddle. It was black and oozed in strange places as if it's struggling to stay in that form. The arm pushed against the ground as the rest of the ink began to move into place. It gargled as it moved, it almost sounded like a groan of pain.

Tom stared in shock as it put itself together. "Maybe Joey ain't as crazy as I thought." when it was done the ink blob had taken the form of Bendy the studios most popular character. Well almost he was elongated and a lot taller then you'd think given the cartoons he looked like he had been run over by a steam roller a few times. ... Ok, maybe more than just a few. "Uh, hi?" He said in a confused tone not really knowing what to do in this situation. The ink creature didn't respond only tilting his head to the side. A large grin painted on his face and dead cartoony eyes. "Right your a silent character aren't cha'... Hmm."

Tom offered the inky mess his hand to get off the ground. Slowly Bendy grabbed it ink oozing around Tom's hand as he helped him up. The ink creature towered over Tom once he stood completely straight. Tom looked up at him in awe. "I'm Tom, Thomas Conner, and your Bendy the dancing demon. Do you understand? Nod your head if you do."

The demon slowly nodded his head. Before looking around the room as if lost. He looks back at Tom, his forced grin shaking. Tom stared at Bendy unsure of what to do. Bendy suddenly scratched covering his face as the ink began oozing down his eyes. Tom quickly grabbed a handkerchief in an attempt to clean up the mess only to realize it was hopeless. You can't wipe ink off an ink creature.

"It seems you aren't too stable," Thomas said with a concerned look before adding with a mumble. "Will need to make minor repairs on the machine. Still, this first attempt went better than expected." Bendy had covered his eyes with an inky pulsing hand which only made the ink covering his eyes worse.

"Come on maybe I can find something in my workshop to stabilize you." He gestured to for Bendy to follow and he slowly did limping slightly with every step and leaving a dripping trail of ink. Conner worried slightly about the ink oozing off of him.

Soon after guiding the oozing slimy creature down the halls they were at Conner's workshop. He opened the door it making a loud creaking sound as he pushed it. "Come on."

Bendy slowly walked in. Standing in the center of the room as Conner worked on his workshop desk. Bendy soon began wandering about the office before coming across a large poster of Bendy. The ink demon stood there staring at the poster his head tilting slightly.

Thomas soon noticed and looked at him with pity. Before sighing holding up a large syringe. "Do you know what a shot is?" Bendy slowly turned to him his head still tilted to one side. "I'll take that as a no. This might hurt, but it will help you." Thomas quickly stabbed the syringe into Bendy's chest the inky creature letting out a screech as Thomas inject a strange thick ink into him. "Hopefully this will stabilize you." He pulled out the syringe.

Bendy screeched at Conner angrily before noticing his hand while continuously pulsing was no longer dripping. "See. It's ok." Conner waited a moment making sure Bendy was stable. "I have to leave for a moment to talk to someone stay here ok." The ink demon shifter his head slightly in a nod.