After Joey went to jail and all the previously dead people were released from the hospital, Henry decided to reopen the studio. Due to the owner being in jail, Henry became the new owner and manager of the place. And soon after the doctors agreed to it, Sammy joined him, taking the place in his life that he was once to Joey, now with just more breaks for therapy.

Susie was technically in jail, but she was doing fairly well. A therapist was thinking that she could be released on good behavior with community service. In the mean time, Alison was replacing her as the voice of Alice. Sammy preferred Susie as her voice, but wasn't going to argue due to previous events.

Overall, he was pretty happy running the studio. He was going to need to hire a new artist to replace him, he couldn't keep drawing while managing everything and Sammy could only help him so far with that since he was still the music director. But it wasn't like he was pushing it too much, after the events at the studio, no one expected new episodes that quickly. In fact, the cartoon was on hiatus while they worked more.

Everything seemed to be going well now. The world hadn't ended, the dead employees were alive again, Sammy was doing well in therapy, everything seemed to be improving.

There was a knock at his office door, the door opening and Sammy leaning in. "Hey," he greeted, Henry giving him the same as a response. "Wally and Thomas want to talk to you about what they should do with the machine."

Henry stood up and followed him out of the room. Ah, yes. The machine. The most worthless device in the entire studio. The stupid thing was put in just to boost the strength of the Legendary Spirits, and they were sent back to Hell, the machine had no further purpose in the building.

Sammy accompanied him as he went out to talk to Wally and Thomas, clipboard in hand as he assisted managing him most of the time. Currently, the clipboard was filled with notes as to what they needed to do. He was still writing music, of course, in fact some sheets were mixed in with the notes, but he also helped Henry as much as needed.

Both of them entered the room with the machine, Sammy looking a bit concerned as he gazed up at him. Henry didn't have any experience with the machine so he was mostly just annoyed with its presence, Sammy had first hand experience that he didn't wish to have a second time.

Henry stared up at the machine. Overall, it was just an ugly waste of space and he couldn't think of a single reason to keep it, but he couldn't think of a way to get rid of it either. "Does the machine serve any purpose besides the one it was used for?" he asked, turning to look between Sammy, Wally, and Thomas. Surely one of the three of them had a clue.

"Honestly, even after lookin' through it, I still can't find a use," Wally explained, cleaning his wrench bitterly. "It's got pipes connected around the building, and it's filled with ink, but it's not like the thing makes the stuff, so we can't figure it out either."

"Mr. Hill referred to it as an 'ink machine'," Sammy explained. "We found the blueprints for it and we contacted him, but he was as vague as he possibly could be. He gives his condolences over what happened, by the way, and he insists he had nothing to do with it."

"He just doesn't want to get his a** dragged to court," Thomas muttered.

"I'd be happy to anyway, I can't even get into my office thanks to this stupid machine," Sammy added. "The pipes are constantly breaking, ink flooding everywhere! We had to clear the stairs yesterday to even leave our department!"

"That's true," Wally agreed. "Really, we used t' just order ink anyway, and even with this we still have to buy huge quantities of supplies, even if it does mix them for us."

"We can ask Grant about-" Sammy began before the bitter accountant walked up to him.

"You want to know my opinion on the machine?" Grant asked, pushing his glasses up on his face. He held up a few receipts as he continued to speak. "Here's the amount of money we spent before the machine, here's what we spent on the machine, and here's how much it's costing us now, and that's including cleaning supplies and paying Wally and others overtime," he explained as he handed the receipts of to Henry. "Bottom line, we're better off selling it for parts."

Henry read over the receipts then looked at Wally and Thomas. "Well," he began. "You heard the man."

The two smiled and threw open their tool boxes. It looked as though they had been wanting to do this for a long time. Well, that meant they'd enjoy ripping the thing to pieces and maybe they could even use some of the parts for the machines around the studio, the merchandise area needed more parts anyway.

Henry began to leave with Sammy following behind him, scribbling more notes down. He couldn't help but notice how pleased Grant seemed to be to see the machine going as well. Then again, it had been the bane of everyone's career, just about everyone in the building was happy to see it go.

"Any plans for the machine room and the room that was taped up?" Sammy asked, gesturing to the other room as they were about to pass it. The room was creepy, it scared everyone who got within range to see even an inch inside. No one knew what Joey intending with that room, but there was an operation style table inside, several pipes from the machines connecting to the table and other things, and a box that no one dared go near to open.

Henry looked at the room and cringed slightly. This room? He wasn't sure about at all. No one wanted to get even a mile close to it, they only did that because it was connected to the hallway. Everyone was convinced it was meant for something horrible, and even he felt uncomfortable near it. "I was thinking we could change the machine room to an office," he explained calmly. "And the other rooms could be used for different things as well. This room..."

He paused and Sammy looked up to face him. "Henry...?" Sammy asked, lifting an eyebrow in concern at the pause. He looked at the room as well and shuttered, turning away again.

"Go ask Grant if we have enough funds just to board this room up, would ya?" Henry asked with a sigh, turning and walking away. Really, the best thing for that room, was to pretend it didn't exist.

.~.~.~.

It didn't take long for the changes at the studio to be made. Wally and Thomas made quick work of taking down the machine, using some parts to work on the toy machines downstairs, as per Shawn's instructions of what was needed, the rest of the pieces were sold to mechanic shops.

As for the rest of the studio, the pipes from the machine were removed, the holes left by them mostly patched up, and the main creepy room was boarded up so no one even had to look at it anymore. The wall in place of the door wasn't exactly the best, the room could be accessed again if needed, but it did the job of keeping it closed off from the world.

The machine room was easily cleaned up and transformed into an office. And it was a rather nice office anyway for whoever got moved to it. Henry had an idea of who he thought he should move to it but wanted to see where things took him for a little while first before making arrangements.

Through all the work on the studio and even some writing and drawing for the cartoon, Sammy continued to stay by his side. He still continued to write the music and work in the recording rooms a lot, but he had to job of co-running the place as well so he stuck by Henry to help in any way needed.

Henry was working on coming up with new ideas of what to do in the studio, thinking about some new decorations to spruce up the work environment. Currently, the upstairs was decorated predominately with posters from older episodes, some of the posters continued downstairs as well, but the lower the place got, the creepier it got, too.

Further into the studio were 'motivational' posters, reminding employees to keep working, and even further than that was the most disturbing Bendy cutout he had ever seen. A cutout with huge, swirling eyes and a sign that said 'Wandering is a terrible sin', scared the heck out of every employee. He wanted to replace all the creepy things with actually nice things.

"How about more plant life?" Sammy asked, looking at him slightly hopefully from across the desk. "People usually love plants and they really liven up the place. Maybe some nice trees?"

Henry looked at him and laughed. "Alright, you win, we'll put in some small trees," Henry agreed, writing that down while Sammy silently cheered. This was a discussion they had already had several times, and truthfully Henry was okay with it from the start, they were just too busy with other things at the time.

After the three spirits were sent back to Hell, their hosts' true spirit animals had been revealed. Henry didn't know about Susie and Joey, seeing as he hadn't gotten back in contact with them for a while, but he did find out that Sammy's was actually a song bird the entire time. Since they learned that, Sammy wanted to spend more time outside or at least closer to plants and sunshine than he used to, now that the wolf instincts wasn't dominating over the bird instincts.

Henry smiled as he looked at his friend, and now assistant. He lowered his pen and placed his head in his hands, like a professional business man would at a meeting sometimes. "Sammy, I've been meaning to talk to you about some other things regarding the studio..."

.~.~.~.

In a world of fire and perpetual screaming, three figures watched the world of reality as the time slowly passed back. One standing tall and dripping, another, a hellhound, laying peacefully beside him while the third sat upon it's back, feathers slowly falling from her decaying wings.

"Bendy," the fallen angel spoke. "You've been silent for an awful long time. Something's on your mind."

"The same thing that's on everyone's mind," Bendy replied, voice now cold with anger and spite of what happened. "Revenge."

Alice smiled wickedly and began to slowly cackle, her hand gently petting the hellhound behind the ears as he looked up and let out a happy howl of agreement. "Those idiot humans will pay dearly," she laughed, her words practically laced with poison.

"Very dearly," Bendy agreed.

~End~

{~This story was originally finished November 26, 2017. It was a pain for me to write at the time and it's been a further pain for me again but for different reasons, but I'm still mildly pleased with how it turned out. I left it up for a sequel at the time, never got around to that since then, but I could try to write one if anyone wants to see that.

Thanks for reading and tell me how I did on the horror front ^-^ ~}

{~ PS. I had bad panic attacks throughout this, dunno if it's an indicator of horror or not, but sorry if it caused anyone else panic attacks. I tend to have them when reading more 'involved' stories, I spend the entire day going through derealization (Not fully knowing what's real, questioning what's real, feeling out of place). Just mentioning that in hopes that I'm not the only one like this. ~}