Disclaimer: How is it that such a small story is getting so much attention? Seriously!?

So I've been fooling around on YouTube, and I've come across those Wandering is a Terrible Sin Bendy's. I know I can't hack in a story, but what do you guys think about Kate stumbling across one by accident? Let's be real, that thing is creepy as heck.

StoriesUnleashed: I figured Boris needed some more important role in this story. He didn't do so much during chapter 3. Plus, he's adorable.

Galacter: Thanks. I went back and fixed the mistake.

TazmaniaLizard: I don't know if it's real or not. Kate was making speculations. The adrenaline is making her mind all… buzzy. As for finding Henry's tape… just have to wait and see. ;)

MrR3M: Thanks!

iron maker2: I know. I've watched all of the secrets on YouTube.

FrostyAngelWings: I will! Thanks for the review!

I own Kate.

"Speaking"

Thinking

"Reading"

Edited: May 19/18

Errands. The psycho hybrid wanted me for errands. Heck, they probably weren't even that important to begin with.

It was hard, pushing my theory about Joey and Bendy to the back of my mind, but I had more to focus on right now. I didn't know if it was true or not, so it was best not to think about it. But still! The entire concept that ju-just popped into my head is terrifying!

Making my way back outside of her inner sanctum, the metal gate I observed earlier fell down with a clang, blocking me from moving any further. She cut me off. The door closed behind me, and I backed away to look up at the large Alice head. "I'll make this simple. Look for valve panels. Turn the little wheels. Then bring me their power cores," Alice instructed over the PA. Why is she talking to me like I'm five? "Please don't make me regret sparing you, child. I can always change my mind."

"Yes, ma'am," I responded. Looking at the capsule beside me, I saw Alice had sent up a plunger. Why this? How did a plunger help turn wheels? Wouldn't a-a wrench, or another tool be more useful? Whatever. Best not to complain. I laid the pipe down, and picked the new weapon. "Toilets don't stand a chance against me." Time to go to work.

"There are so few rules to our world now. So little truths." Alice/Susie's voice flowed through the room as I made my way upstairs. "But there is one rule we all know and respect down here." Rule? I opened a door to the left of the elevator, and froze as Alice's next words sunk in.

"Beware the Ink Demon."

"… crud."

"Stay out in the open for too long and he will find you. For if you see him, you'd better hide."

"Double crud!" I whacked the plunger against the wall in frustration.

"If you don't, well, I enjoyed our date." So if I lived or died, she didn't really care. Perfect! "Now, let us begin our work." Moving through into the next room, I began ascending the staircase beside me. Life sucks. Why did dad have to be an animator? Why couldn't he work as a mattress salesman or-aw, heck no! I jumped back as an ink monster, one of the blobs like I saw in the music department, lunged at me.

"They've gotten faster!?" I shrieked, banging it across the head until it broke apart. "How is THAT fair!?" Next floor! Running up to the next landing, I blinked at the couch with a Boris plush on a table. "... you're coming with me!"

With the toy tucked inside my vest pocket, I continued upwards, killing another monster along the way. "Split path. Up the stairs, or down the inky hallway?" I walked forward. "Or down the other path behind the stairs?" That choice seemed more promising.

The door creaked open, and I frowned at the messages written on the wall. "I don't want to work here anymore." Sounded like something Wally would write. "He will set us free" was just farther down the hall, making me sidestep into the room away so my line of sight was anywhere but there. There were now… not so savory memories associated with that line. Thank you, Sammy. "So, floor P." I chimed in on the punch machine, and looked at the elevator shaft behind me. "Guess I've got no choice but to head further in."

I walked towards where the other writing was, but I stopped in the middle of the room. "Was there… something in there?" My head turned to the right, and I jumped back in alarm. Another one of those beasts like the one Alice was torturing was laid out on a table in the room, most likely left from fried death. "Yeesh!" Grimacing, I walked down the hall again, snapping a monster's head backwards with a well-aimed blow. "Is it a bad thing I'm getting so good at this?"

Right turn and open the door… it's gone. Monster's gone. Where'd it g-I-I'm not gonna bother asking. I shuffled over to the table, and waved the plunger over it. "It's not invisible," I noted. "So… where is it?" It couldn't have gotten out of here so easily. The windows were cracked, but they weren't shattered.

"… next room!" Ain't staying in there! I had enough vanishing with Bendy. I do not need more of that. Running to the room on the far left, I opened the door only to have another blob lunge at me. "Whoa!" Its claws managed to rip at my vest, placing four long skinny holes on the left side. "This was my good vest!" Death befell the beast not long after that, as it should, and I continued wandering around. I am going to leave this place a mess. Physically, and… and mentally.

"Now, am I just gonna keep walking around aimlessly, or am I finally gonna run into-the pipes!" Yes! Finally! Running over to the three valves, I put the plunger under my arm and began adjusting the ink level of each one. The hatch beside them popped open the moment each of the black markings were reached, letting me take the battery from inside. "One down. However many left to go. I wonder if I can bring up the elevator too."

It would save so much time instead of taking the stairs. "Boop!" Pressing the button, I watched the large machine slowly move up through the building. Once it reached me, the gate opened, and Boris smiled at meas he waited patiently inside. "Boris!" Running in, I gave the cartoon a hug. "There you are! I was so worried that something took you!" I let go, and put my hands on my hips. "You know, it would've been a good thing to let me know about Alice!"

Boris frowned, and gave me a puppy eyed look. If he could make noise, I'm sure he'd be whining too. He looks so adorable! H-how can I be mad at that? "I'm sorry, Boris," I sighed, letting my arms relax despite keeping the items juggled in them. "It's just… I'm under a lot of stress right now," He nodded in understanding, and I reached behind me to press the button to take me to the next floor, and we began moving again. "Boris? Is… Bendy a good person?"

Boris seemed almost conflicted with my answer, so I shrugged it off. "It's alright. I'm sure I'll get the answer eventually." The machine came to a halt, and I stepped out as the door closed behind me. "I'll be safe, Boris. Just… don't get killed." Boris nodded, and I began moving forward with purpose.

Level 11. I patted the toy Boris' head, and looked around, and whacked another ink monster's head off. Opening the door to the right, I turned down a blocked hall to find a radio beside an old bass drum and a row of cellos. "Wonder what song this plays." I clicked play, letting the music flow through the small space and let out a small laugh. "What a random encounter." Those radios were definitely something fun to enjoy, even with their strange locations.

I climbed the stairs behind me, and was about to make another turn until I heard growling behind me. "What the-AH!" Some deformed ink monster, like the one Alice was torturing had crept up behind me. It must have been another Butcher Gang member. It had to have been. Those three specific monsters all were themed around the poster I found earlier when I was heading towards Alice's sanctum. It had some weird mechanical arm along with several other arms, and a mouth on the top of its head, snapping open and close at a fast pace. I wasn't certain if I was right on the first creature's species, but it would have been wise to just give up on guessing. It kept firing forward with its mechanical appendage, trying to knock me out. "Aahhh!" It took four hits for it to finally go down, and many dodges to avoid being struck down. Panting, I glanced up the stairs before shaking my head. "You know, I think I'm gonna explore downstairs some more. Not like I'm scared or anything."

I wasn't. Nope, not one bit…

Heading back through the door. I moved to the end of the hall and found a Bendy standee beside a small river of ink. "Yes! More valves!" With the plunger under my arm, I cranked the wheels until the flow was equal again, and grabbed the part from the box. "Two more. Oh, I hope she doesn't have many errands for me to do."

At least the ink only went to my knees and not my waist. Wadding through down the hall, I almost turned the corner until a bright flash had me scrambling behind two barrels. It was… tall and inky. Like Sammy was, but it had no head. It's entire top was a flickering projector, with large black cables feeding from its head and into its back. Crawling back onto the dry floorboards, I crept to the window and peered nervously at it. It moved out of my field of vision as it continued through the room, until it was finally out of my line of sight. "Ain't going after that thing. Nope!"

The… projectionist. The thing deserved some title. "Making my way downtown, walking fast." I marched back to the elevator, and hit the K button. "Probably gonna walk faster," I mused.

"Have you met him?" Alice spoke, the first time since I had left her area. "The Ink Demon? They say he hears everything." Not surprising. If it was him, he would've heard… all of my comments to the standees. So, if he DID give me the rag... why? "Every creak of the floor. Every rustle of paper." "Whoa!" I launched the plunger at the Butcher Gang monster, it's head dangling from a pole jutting out from its body. "I wouldn't run so fast if I were you. You never know what will draw him in."

I didn't like this. I don't like this at ALL. Making my path up the stairs, I smirked as I ended up knocking the ink blob off the balcony, making it explode as it hit the floor. "This is where I started," I realized. "Wasn't there a pipe system where the giant Boris dolls were?"

There was. Three down now, as I picked the power core out of its hold in the wall panel. "Where else could the last one be?" I asked, sticking it into my pocket. The pluses of my artistic weirdness was that my pants and vest pockets were huge. Although, I did have to juggle a few things before it finally stuck out in my head to store them away. Standing beside Boris again, I glared ahead of me, arms crossed. I am going to get so bored doing this, aren't I? Back to level 9 and up the stairs to the side, I groaned loudly.

"I feel like this gonna get stupidly repetitive," I mumbled. "I'll have so many useless jobs to do for no particular reason, and it's gonna involve so much backtracking I'm gonna lose my freakin' mind! Screw it!" I bashed the plunger down much harder on an ink blob, venting my frustrations. "I hate this!"

I kept climbing, and I was half-certain if I was a cartoon steam would be coming out my ears and my face would be beet red. Wait. Is that…!? "Ha ha! Yes! Finally!" Last valve found! Mission accomplished!

"You're quite the efficient little errand girl, aren't you?" Alice commented. "Despite that… attitude of yours." So, she was listening in on me. How… much though? What did she pay attention to? I… I don't think I wanna know. Exiting at level 11, I hit the button of the elevator.

"There was a time people knew my name," Alice lamented as Boris and I headed back to level 9. "'It's Alice Angel'! They'd say. Feels like so long ago. But those days can come back. Dreams come true, Susie," she whispered to herself, forgetting that we were listening. "Dreams come true."

"Alice and Susie really are the same person." Boris nodded sadly, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Boris… what happened to this place? Dad… Henry… he used to love working here. How could everything, all of this, have fallen so low?" He shook his head, and how I wished the wolf was capable of speech now more than ever. As the elevator stopped, I walked out quietly and up to Alice's door. Holding out the four power cores, I deposited them into the chute on the right, and tossed the plunger in afterwards.

"My machine's are hungry. Gather me some spare parts!" Alice barked. Gee, lady, couldn't you say please at least? Holding back my tongue, I took the wrench from the capsule and stormed down the stairs. Spare parts… spare parts… would gears work? Let's find some of those. She told me to stop after I found four batteries, so four gears should be enough.

"I wonder… how much weight is in this." It had more heft than my pipe from earlier, and the plunger too. As I climbed the stairs again at the opposite side of the room, I stopped and grinned. "Uh-wah!" With one hand, I brought the weapon back and smashed it as hard as I could, leaving a large dent in the old wood. "Hehe. Hehehehe! Perfect!"

"Ha ha ha! Eat this, you ink monsters!" I gleefully killed two of them back where I found the 'no longer working here' message, speed-walking up the stairs with renewed vigor. "Your mother was a ballpoint pen!" Opening the compartment above my head on the wall, I frowned briefly. "Empty. Hmm… I think there was another box in the room on the left."

My luck must've been improving, as I happily took the gear out from the box and tucked it away. "One down." Heading out of the room, I almost jumped in excitement as I took another one out of a box heading back up the stairs. "Let's see if I missed anything in the projectionist room." With the monster missing, it was safe now to enter. Wading back through the inky river after getting on the right level, I poked around in the area. "Nothing. Huh?" I looked through the window, and saw on one of the barrels in the ink an audio machine. "I missed one?" Moving back out of the room, I moved to the barrel and hit play. I was ready to listen to either a depressed worker, or another rant. What happened next… I was in no way prepared for.

The walls started crawling with ink, and the entire area began to plunge into darkness with speed I couldn't even begin to comprehend. Bendy… he's found me. Sprinting into the room, I threw myself into a box in the corner, shutting the door as fast as I could. I had seen those containers scattered about, with small slotted holes to peek out of. Now, as I was hiding inside it, I could clearly see why there was so many. Breathing heavily, I bent into a ball, leaning as far away as I could from the peep hole.

Don't find me. Don't find me. I've had no reason to anger you. I don't even belong here. Don't find me. Don't find me. DON'T FIND ME! The ink trails seeped into the room, trailing along the outside of the box and partially clouding the view of the outside, and I whimpered as a tall black shape entered, only feet from my hiding spot. "Please… leave me alone."

The inky veins slowly began to increase as he stood directly in front of me. He was much taller than Boris and Alice. Several inches at least, including the horns. Ink rained down from the ceiling, accompanying his arrival. His arms dangled loosely at his side, and he looked around for wherever I could've gone. Turning his head, Bendy seemed to continue forward and headed towards the wall ahead of me.

However, just before he even reached the wall, he drifted closer to my location. Sliding further down in my feet, I slapped my inky covered hands over my mouth to smother my breathing. Eyes wide in horror, Bendy's breathing drew nearer until his was mere inches from me, and a hand that lacked the glove trailed along the box's door. The sound of long black claws scratched the wood, leaving gashes on it. With a growl, the demon backed away from the container, and headed towards the wall once again.

A large ink trail gathered in front of him as he got closer, collecting from the tendrils around the room, and he walked right through it. He… he traveled through the ink. Lights slowly increased, and the ink spot melted into the wall as if it was never there. As if HE was never there, and neither was the ink.

"He's… is he gone?" Voice barely above a whisper, I sat up slowly and looked out. Fingers curled around the bottom edge as I sat on my knees on the seat, peering around on all sides. He's… he's gone. Sighing, I let myself practically melt against the wooden box's side. My heart still beat like a drum, trying to steady from the nightmare that had just come my way. Phew… that's… that was terri-

*CREAK*

I froze as the door flung open without warning, and I shrieked in terror as I threw myself backwards, whacking my head on the frame of the box. Bendy glared at me, and put his hands on his hips-wait, WHAT!?

Th-this wasn't the Bendy I just saw! He's... he looks-! Normal... e-exactly like his cutouts. Short, clad in a white bow tie, white gloves, black shoes, and with his head drifting an inch off his body. "Y'know, kid," Bendy started, voice laced with annoyance. "You really should be playing this game of yours by the book." He leered, making me shrink back even further. "Hell knows what would happen if you strayed any further."

And from here, we begin to stray from the normal flow of the story!

Things will only get more interesting from here on out. This… is gonna be good.

Until next time!

Angel