A/N: A guest posted two reviews of the same idea of how Gail discovered her ink teleportation. They're close to the idea I had in mind, which I will soon write down. Right now, I'm gonna write their idea out. Submit questions so I can have a Q&A chapter!

Gail let out a grunt as her ax sliced through another Searcher. Alice and Tom were busy fighting while Boris cowered in a corner. She regretted not telling him to hide. Finally, she hit the last one. Panting with exhaustion, she looked around. They had been trapped in a corridor. They were on the Heavenly Toys floor, probably. She wasn't sure. The past hour had been a blur of running for their lives. The Searchers might've been under orders not to touch her, but she wasn't sure about her three companions. She would at least like to not be alone.

Mentioning her companions, she saw Alice- Allison Pendle- lift up her sword and Tom- Thomas Connors- lifted up his wrench and Boris' trembling worsen. She only realized why when she heard a growl and hands landed on her shoulders. The ink that had started to replace blood seemed to hum. The two masterpieces of the Creator, Henry Stein, were together.

"You know, you didn't need to do that." His voice sounded clear for once.

"And you need call off your souls." She said, turning to stare up at him. "I know they're not gonna attack me but I think everyone here would prefer their form."

Boris nodded, gripping her sleeve, silent. He got nervous whenever Bendy came around. Alice and Tom had both been talked to about the situation, but she couldn't blame them for being wary. Bendy's personal interests so far seemed to extend to her and hunting down Joey Drew.

(Who, apparently, had disappeared after their conversation in his office. There was no idea where he was.)

Said brother shifted, leaning down so they were eye to eye. "I need to be stronger. You know what Drew can do."

"Do you even know where Drew is?!" Gail yelled, suddenly angry. She was tired and everything ached and she was turning to ink and so freaking sick of freaking bacon soup. She had no idea how long she had been stuck in the hellhole of Joey Drew Studios- something telling her at least a few days. There was no answer from the Ink Demon. "No, you don't! Which means that instead of going into a soul feeding frenzy, you could find where he was first?!"

"They wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Henry!"

"Are you saying this is Dad's fault?!"

"No-Ugh!" He let out a screech of frustration. "I can't talk to you like this!" He turned to walk away.

"Wha- Hey! We aren't done here!"

"Yes we are! Goodbye!"

"BENDY THE DANCING DEMON I-DON'T-KNOW-YOUR-LAST-NAME, GET YOUR INK BACK HERE!"

Wrestling her arm free from Boris and handing him the ax, Gail stormed after Bendy. Her footsteps were loud in the corridor and her fury great in their link, warning her brother of his sister's presence. The Ink Demon finally snarled and waved his hand. Ink bubbled on the wall, a dark puddle appearing, large enough for him to walk through. He did. Gail didn't realize it in time to slow her pace.

She shut her eyes.

SPLAT!

She didn't slam into the wall.

She was falling.

Gail managed to pry her eyes open. She was falling down what looked like a dark corridor, the walls made of waves of shifting dark ink. A light was up ahead. Then the voices hit her.

There was thousands.

Screaming, begging, pleading, crying, shouting. Thousands of voices struggled to be heard, all souls entrapped by Joey Drew and his trap for Henry Stein. She couldn't help but remember what "Alice" had said- your mind, swimming like fish in a bowl. Gail tried to move before it suddenly went silent. Somehow, this was more eerie.

"Can I get an amen?"

She started at the voice. It sounded like...

Sammy?

"Amen."

"Amen."

"Amen."

All the voices, all the soul, chanted the word like a prayer. She covered her ears, trying to cover the noise. Then there was pressure and something grabbing her by the collar-

Then Gail was being lifted out of the puddle.

She blinked, looking up at Bendy. There was a tension in his plastic grin that showed his worry. His gloved hand was gripping her by the collar like a naughty kitten. He turned around, her body swinging, and then she was plopped into a seat. Looking around, she could see that they were back on the first floor. They were in the projectionist booth of the music department.

"Are you okay?"

She managed to nod, shaky with fear. "Wha- What just happened?"

Bendy knelt so they were eye to eye- well, if his eyes were visible. A cut out was nearby, so he was probably looking through it. "You just used one of my portals."

"Didn't mean to."

He hugged her.

"I know."