The Meatly still owns BATIM. I just make fanworks for it. Friendly reminder. This is also a horror story. You've been warned.
The studio had been quiet maybe around 15 minutes or so when you heard what sounded like a bucket fall over. The metallic sound startled you and you had looked in that direction. You were filled with instant regret. Ink was pooling around the fallen bucket. That on it's own wouldn't have frightened you. What did was the hand reaching out of the goop. You watch in horror as another hand emerges. Arms follow the hands the silhouette of a body pulls itself from the gunk on the floor.
The sudden event startles you so much that running isn't even a thought. Breathing isn't even a thought. It's only when that...thing..starts crawling to you with all the speed of a a sprint that you find your footing to the front door. The door is locked from the outside and you hear a familiar laugh as you cry out for help.
"Help you angel? After you went and ran away from me last night? I thought you went over to the next town to get help. I can't believe my luck you're right where I want you baby. You just be a good girl and let Susie do her thing. Don't worry, she'll take real good care of you. Okay? I'll be back real soon to pick up my darling angel. Just hang tight until then sweet pea."
The fake Joey's muffled voice speaks through the door. You hear a deep growl from behind you. The door unlocks. It swings open without so much as a nudge and your body falls with a thud atop the Joey imposter. His clothes are covered in ink stains: His pants had an especially dubious ink stain themselves.
You turned your head around in time to see Bendy standing next to a hulking beast of a man covered in ink charging right at you. You could not see the man's face. Just his lips and overalls. He grasped a broken cardboard cutout of Bendy in on of his hands. Unlike the inky creature from before, this man's ink seems to drip from his skin and reveal human flesh beneath it. He kept scooping up the gobs of ink on his body and rubbing the congealed liquid all over the visible bits of skin. That's probably what Bendy meant about being unwell. It was an educated guess, but you assumed the man charging at you must be Sammy.
The tall ink of a man grabbed you off of the imposter just as soon as he reached the two of you and threw you into Bendy's arms. He proceeded to lunge in to the imposter's neck with his jaws and made use of his long nails by lodging them deep into the imposter's shoulders and pulling down until matching bloody gashes made up the top of his arms. All the while, he was shouting over and over again:
"You lied to us! You lied to us!"
You didn't know what to do. You looked away while the imposter was mauled on. Sammy left him barely alive and bleeding on the doorstep of the studio. As a final insult, Sammy stomped on to the imposter's right arm. You heard the bone shattering over the scream of pain. Bend held you as you cried while all this happened. You heard another sickening crunch and a sigh of satisfaction as you realize Sammy had made sure to break the fake Joey's other arm as well in the same garrish manner.
Finally, as the imposter passed out cold on the ground, Sammy slowly turned around and approached you. His walk was slower and much more methodical. If you could see a face, you'd immagine a look of intense hate. He reached towards you just as he was mere inches away from you and you screamed; thinking he was going to attack you next. Instead, his arm extended further behind you. Sammy grabs the inky being behind you. The one that had frightened you earlier.
"How dare you disturb the acquaintance of my lord and master as he is away. You do not deserve the gift and protection that is his glorious ink. I will pray for your salvation in death, for in life, I, the righteous follower, shall not be so merciful to you for this blasphemy against he who protects us."
That's all Sammy said before ripping the thing's head from its body and rubbing the inkling corpse over his own fleshy skin until nothing was left but a memory of the disturbing event. Sammy stands tall and greets you with a civil introduction after that. He calls himself a musician and apologizes for the mess he made outside. He holds out a hand to shake. You don't take it. Sammy looks distraught, but only for a moment. He runs over to a work-bench and then punches holes in to the side of the face of the broken Bendy cutout he is holding. He threads a string through it and dawns it on his face like a mask.
"There now. I'm sure this face must be much more appealing to you my lady. It is far less fearsome, is it not?"
Sammy asks you. The ink from his head is dripping onto the mask and it is actually far more frightening to you than when he wasn't wearing the face of your only friend in this strange place. But, it seemed like he was trying his best to make you unfearful of him. How bad could he be? You looked over to Bendy and the demon just shrugged. He kept looking out over to the sleeping imposter on the studio steps outside. You shake Sammy's hand before Bendy speaks up.
"He looks just like Joey Drew."
That's all Bendy says about the horror-show laying outside on the ground.
"That wasn't Joey?"
Sammy asks as he whips his head over to the imposter.
"No. That's what I was trying to tell you downstairs. There's an imposter. I figured they'd look similar, but this sorry s.o.b is a dead ringer"
Bendy's surprise was swiftly met with Sammys. Even you were somewhat surprised about the revelation.
"Well, What now?"
Bendy asks as he turns to you.
A/N: If you have anything you'd like to see in the story. Let me know in a comment. If it sounds like it might work in context, you might just see it as a scene in the story~!