A/N: This is ending B. It starts out the same as ending A, but the differences start after the first 'OoOoOoOoO'.

Disclaimer: Bendy and the Ink Machine belongs to TheMeatly. I only own my oc.

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The Visitor: Ending B

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The next day everything seemed to return to normal. Well, relatively speaking. If the dog wasn't being chased by searchers, it was chasing poor Charlie through the halls. Even the bulk searchers seemed to tolerate the dog's presence.

The mutt started to bring him the stuffed Boris toy. Bendy wasn't sure why. He certainly didn't want it. It was all wet and icky from the dog slobbering all over it. He'd hiss at the dog and tried to push it away, but the dog was persistent. Bendy was standing there, holding the wet toy in the tips of his fingers, and had a disgusted scowl on his face. So he did what anyone in his situation would do: he tossed the toy across the room. The ink demon wasn't expecting the mutt to run after it and bring it back!

It only took Bendy a minute to realize that it was a game for the silly dog. He would toss the toy here and there and the dog would always bring it back. Sometimes, it wouldn't let go! The game would dissolve into some sort of 'tug-o-war' with Bendy holding one end of the toy up in the air and the dog hanging off the other end by its teeth. The mutt's paws wasn't even touching the ground but it still managed to hold on. Bendy was impressed.

Some days the dog would act as his shadow and other days it would run off to make its own fun. Bendy would leave an open can of soup for the mutt so he wouldn't nearly trip on cans the stupid dog knocked off the shelves. The ink demon didn't mind doing these things because it broke up the monotony of his patrols and at the end of the day, he always found the dog resting in the corner of his quiet room, curled around his Boris plushy. It was oddly comforting that something down here didn't mind being around him.

On one of his patrols, Bendy found a strip of white cloth in one of the break rooms. It only had a few drops of ink on it, but other than that, it was somewhat clean. He felt he could make use of it, so he took it with him.

Later on that day, Bendy found the dog in the quiet room, chewing on his Boris plushy. The toy would squeak causing the dog to wag its tail like crazy. The ink demon sighed and smiled softly. 'Silly dog.'

Bendy knelt down close to the dog. It looked up at him and tilted its head. Bendy held out his hand slowly to show the dog the white cloth he found. He watched as the mutt sniffed at it before looked up at him. The ink demon reached around the dog's neck with the cloth and began to tie it into a bow tie. It was a little lopsided and it drooped a bit, but Bendy was satisfied with it. The dog barked and pressed its wet nose into the palm of his gloved hand. Bendy chuckled. Well, if the mutt was going to be sticking around, it might as well look the part. Everything looks good with a bow tie after all.

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OoOoOoOoO

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The next day, Bendy played a little tug-o-war with the dog before starting his patrol around the studio. He teleported a few levels down and stalked an unaware Barley. The toon sat on a wooden crate. He swung his short legs as the rope tied to the back of his head slackened enough to let his head sit in his lap. He looked like a bored child.

Bendy snuck up behind him. He was ready to grab Barley and drag him back to the ink when a sudden sound broke his concentration. It was a loud crash that came a few levels above him.

Barley turned and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the ink demon standing behind him. He fell of the crate and scrambled to his feet. The toon ran off but Bendy wasn't paying attention. Something else made him freeze. Amidst the sounds of wooden beams falling was a heart wrenching yowl. The dog! What kind of trouble did it get into this time?

Bendy closed his eyes and concentrated. He connected with his cutouts and let his vision jump from one to another in the hopes that he could pinpoint where the crash was. Soon he found it but he didn't like what he saw.

It looked like part of the ceiling collapsed in one of the hallways. Wooden beams and planks were strewn all over the floor. Amidst all the debris, Bendy could see the tip of the dog's tail trapped between two planks.

The ink demon wasted no time in teleporting to the spot. When he stepped through the portal, the sound of whimpering hit his ears. Bendy's inky heart twisted as he made his way over to the dog. There was metal and wood pieces all over the floor, so he had to be careful not to slip on anything. The closer he got, the more he could tell the mutt was hurt. Its whines seemed to be getting weaker and it barely moved.

Bendy lifted and tossed beams and planks off to the side. It took him a few minutes but he was finally able to reach the dog. It looked bad, really bad. The mutt was laying on its side, barely breathing. He could see blood on its matted fur. There were cuts and splinters of wood poking out of its exposed skin. Bendy reached out and ran his hand across its side. The bones didn't feel right, like they were misshapen or broken in certain spots. The dog cried out weakly and barely had enough energy to flinch.

The ink demon let loose a shaky sigh as he carefully lifted the dog's body into his arms. He hated the way its legs just dangled in the air, like a puppet with its strings cut. Its breathing was short and gurgled slightly. For the first time in his existence, Bendy didn't know what to do. He wasn't a healer. He was a demon of ink. He didn't have the ability to save a life.

The dog was in so much pain. Its body shook in his arms. He didn't want to jostle it anymore than he had to, so he opened an ink portal. Bendy hoped that the short trip through the darkness wouldn't frighten the mutt too much, but it was the only way to get it to his quiet room quickly. He stepped through. Within moments he was standing in said room.

Bendy shuffled across the room and held onto the dog as he sat down on the floor. All he could do was hold the dog in his arms. Bendy couldn't believe this was happening. Alice's words reverberated in his mind. "Y'know, you shouldn't be here. This Studio will kill you or the ink demon will."

Bendy shook his head. He didn't want this. Sure he wanted to either toss the damn dog out on the street or drown it in ink, but he stopped feeling that way awhile ago. Just watching the silly dog roll around in a pile of Bendy dolls or gnaw on Charlie's plunger leg, brought a smile to his face. It was so smelly and dopey looking…and yet it didn't mind being around him. Even when he growled and pushed the dog away, it always came back. And now he was going to loose it because the Studio was falling apart!

Bendy hunched over, curling around the dog's body as he tried to hug it without causing it more pain. He had killed many people in this studio in his bid for revenge. He didn't feel sorry for any of that. They all had it coming. But this dog, it didn't do anything wrong. The only mistake it made was wandering into this place for shelter. It survived searchers, the Butcher Gang, and even Alice, but a few pieces of wood is killing it!

Bendy was startled when something wet and warm pressed against his cheek. The dog had just enough strength to lift its head and lick his cheek. Bendy groaned and hugged the dog close to his chest. His ink ran down his face and dripped onto the dog's scraggly fur.

Bendy rocked as he held it. He held it long after its body stopped shaking and its whines grew quiet. He held it as the light in its dark brown eyes faded and it took its last breath. He held it long after its body went limp and cold. He felt so…helpless.

Bendy sat there for a long time running his hand through the dog's fur. He didn't know what to do. It didn't feel right to just throw the body out the door. He couldn't go out there and bury it. This dog had become as much apart of the Studio as everything else down here. Then an idea came to his tired mind. 'The ink fountain in the Heavenly Toys lobby. That'll be perfect!'.

Bendy got to his feet and opened an ink portal on the wall close to him. He walked through and came out in the hall that lead to the lobby. He shuffled down the walkway until he was standing in front of the fountain. This was the perfect spot to lay the dog to rest. Not only was there are giant image of himself here, but a large Boris doll leaned against the fountain.

He leaned over the fountain and placed the dog's body in the dark liquid. He knelt there and watched as the dog sunk into the inky fluid. No one would bother it here. Bendy took some comfort in the fact that the mutt will always be apart of the Studio.

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OoOoOoOoO

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The Studio seemed too quiet now. Sure there was still the clanking of various machines throughout the place, the moans and screeches of ink creatures, and the sloshing of ink on the floors. Still, without the dog around, it's just... quiet. Bendy never thought he would miss the annoying bark that echoed through the halls or the dopey expression on its face. He still couldn't get the image of Alice crying into the mutt's fur out of his head.

The death of the dog didn't stop him from patrolling the ink covered hallways. The days just seemed to drag on. The hunts took longer and his mood was a little sour. By the end of it all, he just wanted to rest in his quiet room. The dog's Boris toy sat in the corner where it left it. Bendy didn't have the heart to move it so he left it alone.

Bendy sighed and sat on the floor. He looked towards the empty corner and growled softly. Maybe he would have been better off if he had thrown the dog out or killed it like he wanted to in the beginning. Maybe he should have let Alice keep the dog in her little safe haven. It might have lived although she would have kept it a prisoner. He didn't like that. None of this mattered. No amount of 'maybes' would give the mutt its life back.

He groaned and ran his hand down his face. There was no point in thinking about all of this. Bendy was tired and he just wanted to rest. After taking one last look at the plush toy in the corner, he let his head fall forward and darkness swallow his consciousness.


*squeak, squeak*

Bendy's smile twitched.

*squeak, squeak, squeak*

The ink demon grumbled. Something was disturbing his rest.

*squeak, squeak*

That's it! Whoever it was, he was going to tear them apart. Slowly the darkness surrounding his consciousness began to clear. He growled and could hear someone scrambling away from him. He finally opened his eyes and was ready to grab whoever dared to intrude in his quiet room. His hand froze in mid grab when he saw…the dog!

At least he thought it was the dog. Its fur was completely covered in ink that dripped and pooled onto the floor. The Boris doll was laying at its feet. The dog whined softly and came a little closer. Its eyes were no longer dark brown but a milky white. When it panted, its teeth were very sharp and its tongue very very pale. Around the dog's neck…a white bow tie. The same one he tied himself.

Bendy didn't know if he was dreaming or not. He held out his hand and the dog pressed its wet nose in his palm. It sat down next to him and put its head in his lap. The dog's tail flopped on the ground, splashing ink with each thump. With one ear sticking straight up and the other flopped over, the mutt gave him that dopey look! It really was the dog. The ink allowed it to come back to him!

He chuckled. He couldn't believe he was so happy to see that silly face again. Bendy ran his hand down its back. The fur felt soft and a little damp at the same time. It's still a little thin, but the bones didn't feel broken and out of place like before.

Bendy wasn't sure how or even why the ink brought the mutt back, but he was glad it did. It looked like he was right though. This dog really was apart of the Studio. He supposed it was time to give it a name since it was sticking around. He looked down at the dog with a soft smile on his face and said, "Ink Spot".

The mutt lifted its head and tilted it to the side. It had never heard him speak out loud before. Bendy knew his voice sounded a little strange. He pressed a finger against the dog's big, wet nose and said it again. "Ink Spot".

The dog blinked and before Bendy knew it, he was laying flat on his back with a big ball of inky fur sitting on his chest. The ink demon knew what was coming next and he dreaded it. The dog slobbered all over his face! It was warm, wet, and frankly disgusting. He tried to push it away but the dog was determined to get drool all over his face.

Bendy had enough! He hissed loudly and the dog jumped off him. As he sat up and wiped the slobber off of his face, Ink Spot was standing near the doorway, and barked at him. It ran around in circles as though it was chasing its tail, then it ran out the room.

Bendy finally got to his feet and shook his head. The dumb mutt was back and soon everyone in the studio would know about it. He chuckled. Life around here just got a little more interesting.