The little demon watched as two people opened the door abruptly, a man with black hair and some facial hair staying poised while consulting the more aggravated blonde man. They seemed to be in the middle of an argument, Bendy didn't think he should be out in the open to meet them after seeing their attitudes.

All he could do was listen in on their argument, he was curious why they were yelling.

"Put away your silly conspiracies, Lawrence. Nothing is wrong around here-"

"Are you serious, Joey? You cant be serious-people have gone missing!"

"Yes I acknowledge that, I suspect they've gone onto the same boat as Henry, they don't believe in the makings of this studio and it's their loss," the confident man, Joey assured.

Bendy wasn't sure what was going on, from what the blonde guy, Lawrence pointed out-people have gone missing?

"You're missing the point, entirely," Lawrence replied, in disbelief at Joey's insolence.

Joey just sighed, "Just go do your job, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

Bendy watched as Lawrence looked distraught, he could gather he didn't look happy and Joey seemed to be..denying something—very well in fact.

At this point, Bendy had a feeling he shouldn't be listening to this and made his way to the other side of the hall, making some noise which caught their attention.

"What was that?" Lawrence jumped.

"Relax it's probably Bendy, he gets curious you know," Joey chuckled.

"I thought he gets sulky now," Lawrence corrected.

Joey rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

Without hearing their last bit of words, Bendy made it to a room with shelves of many plushies, and some gear boxes. However, the plushies were more eye catching cause he found a couple of himself. He found it odd, especially once he saw a picture of of himself on one part of the wall..and then several cardboard cutouts.

Am I some big deal here?

Bendy continued on throughout the studio, eventually reaching another floor with a huge pillar with a halo near the top, flowing ink around it, and an emblem being painted on by a guy on a hoist. Bendy was appalled by the room, it had some plushies out in the open, but most of them were covered with white sheets, except for the couches, some cardboard cutouts, and some giant toy planes hanging from the ceiling.

"Whoa," he uttered quietly.

The painter had painted most of the words onto the blanked out emblem, until Bendy could make them out: Heaven's Toys.

"Is this a toy factory?" he questioned.

The painter gazed upon his work proudly, before slipping from the hoist, yelping and falling backwards into the ink around the pillar-Bendy gasped in horror.

He ran up to the fountain of ink, looking through it in panic to try and find the painter, "H-Hello?! Are you ok?!"

He reached into the wet black, scouring to see if he could feel anyone-before he yelped as he was violently yanked, Bendy gripped on the railing, trying not to be pulled in.

Bendy panted, gripping tight and pulling on his arm, bringing out another one of those ink monsters he had encountered back in that room. "W-What the," he gasped.

The monster groaned, Bendy struggled against it's grip, growling and breaking free, the monster however was too. Bendy saw it crawling towards him quickly, he panicked and made a run for upstairs, the monster struggling up the stairs.

Bendy made it to another room filled with plushies, wires on the floor and some machinery that had some blank faced dolls on the conveyer belt—but he didn't have time to see as the monster could be heard closer and closer.

Bendy saw a door blocked by a shelf, he tried squeezing through, but it was no use. He wondered if he could move it, he spotted a lever and yanked it, the shelves moved. "Great!" he exclaimed, running for the door, the monster crawling fast into the room to catch him—Bendy made it through the door into the other room and locked it.

The monster growled and it's inky mess could be heard as it moved, Bendy panted, relieved at having escaped a second time.

That's what he thought, before something from behind him hit him with something metal, forcing him to fall on the ground.

Before Bendy's vision blurred, he could make out a black figure with horns—much like himself.

[I apologize for the long wait, I've lately been figuring out what sort of schedule I should use for my stories. Do not worry, theres more to come after this, and I will try to upload consistently-especially since BaTIM is soon coming to an end by October ;w;)

So exciting yet so sad-but the fandom will keep it alive I'm sure )

For now, thanks for reading and be sure to expect more in Chapter 3 of PaTIM!]