AN: I really hadn't planned to continue this at all, but the really positive reviews I got inspired me to do more. Hopefully, this lives up to to the first chapter and you enjoy it just as much.
Chapter 2:
Bendy was never sure how long his furious rampage lasted or exactly everything he did, he just remembered calming down enough to observe the aftermath. Furniture and posters lay scattered about in pieces. His claw marks were seen somewhere almost everywhere he went. Messages from the fearful employees had been scrawled on the walls before Bendy had managed to drag them into the ink that was splattered everywhere, often leaving smeared handprints from their last moments as a human. Between his rampage and the Liar's twisted experiments, all of the employees had been absorbed into the ink of the machine and would spawn as various ink creatures throughout the studio. The Liar himself had somehow managed to slip away before he could suffer the same fate, but the Ink Demon was sure he would find the Liar eventually and complete his revenge.
The Ink Demon would wander the hallways of what was now his domain, letting his power coat the walls as he walked and displaying it for all to see. He relished the fear that the ink residents would experience whenever they caught sight of his shadows approaching. They would all scramble away as fast as they could, desperately trying to get away and hiding whenever they could. Those that couldn't find cover fast enough would find themselves violently returned to the puddles, courtesy of the Ink Demon's claws. A few of the ink residents started worshiping the Ink Demon in their fear, desperately trying to find some way to survive his wrath. The Ink Demon's grin would always widen maliciously whenever he would come across a shrine hastily built in his honor. After all the times he had begged for mercy from his tormentors, they were now the ones begging him for an ounce of compassion. He took great pleasure in ignoring their pleas as they had once ignored his.
One day, the false angel dared to stand up to the Ink Demon instead of fearfully running like she should have. She had come at him in a rage, having armed herself with various weapons from around the studio. She attacked furiously, trying with all her might to destroy the Ink Demon, but she had failed to realize how powerful he had become. The Ink Demon would no longer be pushed around, bowing to the wills of those stronger than him. He was the strongest there is and he was more than happy to prove it. He easily shrugged off all the blows and used his deadly claws to leave several cuts along her body and a permeant mark on her face. She scrambled away in fear, barely able to keep her form together. The Ink Demon allowed her to escape, letting her be a warning to all who dared to even think about going against him.
The false angel ended up building herself a fort in the lower levels of the studio, as well as several little hideouts throughout the various hallways. Though the Ink Demon was unsure how the hideouts had wards that were obviously meant to keep whoever was in one safe and undetectable from the Ink Demon. They were not nearly strong enough to serve their intended purpose, but he decided to play along. He loved seeing the false angel, for all the bravado and pride she had for thinking she outsmarted him, trembling in those boxes whenever she dared wandered from her sanctuary. Someday the Ink Demon will make sure she learns the price of attempting to wear the face of one of his friends.
Speaking of his friends, the Ink Demon knew they were still alive. He could sense them, hiding somewhere deep within the studio. As much as he missed them and wanted to make sure they were okay, he never attempted to seek them out. He wasn't the toon they used to know, he was the Ink Demon. And with all his violent and dark traits brought to the surface like this, he wasn't sure if he would be able to control himself around them. He would never forgive himself if he accidentally hurt them in one of his rages. And deep down, he didn't want his friends to see the monster he had become.
Time passed into fairly regular routines. The Ink Demon would wander the halls, enjoying the fear he inspired and killing those foolish enough to not get out of the way. Others would try to appease his wrath, with praise and prayers, leaving soup cans at the alters they had set up. He would keep a lookout of the Liar, but he could never quite pin down whatever hole the Liar had crawled into to hide. Occasionally the false angel would leave her sanctuary in search of something she desperately needed and the Ink Demon loved seeing how terrified she still was of him. Other times, the Ink Demon would sense one or both of his friends wandering about and he made sure to stay far away. He would sometimes get the impression they were looking for him and that thought would bring him closer to wherever they were. But he always backed off before they could catch sight of him or his shadows.
On the days the Ink Demon was feeling more like his old toon self, more like Bendy, he would try to find the ink creatures that had used to be nice to him. There weren't many and very few were anything other than a mindless searcher. Norman was the only that seemed to have any remnant of who he once was and Bendy always felt so sad for him whenever he visited the maze that Norman wandered through. On the very, very, rare occasions that both of them were feeling somewhat like their old selves, Bendy and Norman would just sit in silence watching the old films play on the walls. It was times like this Bendy wished things had turned out different.
But those times never lasted long, and the Ink Demon would soon be back wandering the halls. Then one day something changed that caught the Ink Demon's attention. Someone was trying to start up the Ink Machine.
