AN: [For you guys waiting for the new chapter of the Minecraft series that I'm currently working on, you can read this for now. I'm like a mega fan of Batim, and no, I'm not like one of those fangirls, Batim actually got me into drawing and writing. For 5 years lol. So I'ma actually write fanfiction on these dudes, and it's gonna be different.]

[This fanfic was inspired by The Bendy Comics by 00TheInkJester00 on Deviant art. They're super talented, and the comics are funny, creative, and emotional, so I would check it out if I were you]

[Do people even read this?]

-Smiles Come Smiles Go

I keep forgetting… why… keep forgetting? …
Wait where am I? ..Must've wandered off again…aimlessly.

He often walks without reason, without any destination, empty… always... Empty.
The inky halls, busted up boards, dead…things. Some people would call it decay. He didn't mind, honestly, everything, including him, was decaying, slowly.
His sanity was… distant, but it was there, sometimes he wouldn't even know if he'd have any sanity left.

Bendy! Yes, that's who he was… How could he forget such a thing!
Well.. what he was supposed to be anyways… People… Humans didn't like who he was for his… looks!

He looked at the cardboard cutout next to him, The little imp mocking him with his perfect smile, and perfect horns, his hands weren't even miss-matched, like his.

His looks often reminded him of what he was… A Demon, a merciless one, that feasted on the fear and pain of others, he'd often wonder why… Why did he do the things he did?
Oh wait, that's right! So he could torment every soul who tormented him.

Joey, that old fuck… if only he hadn't let him slip out of his grasp…

He looked at the ground, sometimes he would do this for hours until something got his attention, like a distant sound, or when he would get tired of staring at the ground for hours, only to kill something.

Hell! He wasn't even supposed to be here!

He thought in anger as he smashed one of the floorboards with his fist. Then another, and another…and another…and another…over and over.

He stood there on the broken pieces of wood scattered around,

Not supposed to be here… none of them were really supposed to be there, that old fuck joey knew damn well he was trying to play god! Then after the first experiment…me, he decided he didn't want me and threw me away like garbage.

Of course, they couldn't get a hold of me long enough to put me inside that vault. Joey tried to kill me, didn't work, obviously, but it disoriented my body greatly.

At some point they got a hold of me, forcing me to watch every soul who got dragged into the machine.

Although it's a bit fuzzy… I still remember being in the machine… The machine twists you, pulls you apart, then puts you back together and starts all over again. Now imagine that being human body parts and organs, stretching and colliding, then add ink to that.

I could hear the screams inside, even though they were dead. Joey didn't care, Thomas had to do it to those people,

gscreamingscreamingcreamingscreAMINGSCREAMING

HOW COULD THEY NOT HEAR, SO BLIND TO THE FACT THEY WERE KILLING THEM, TRAPPING THEIR SOULS HERE.

He could feel every soul's pain, every voice in the ink, oh god so many people.

I took the blame every day, watching those people die, trying to make living cartoons, or make a perfect Bendy, or just blobs, which joey killed, but they always spawned back in some other part of the studio. He could hear it.

I hear everything…

So yes… My sanity has dwindled…

For a few hours he would just be walking, no destination, like always, with sounds of searchers every now and again.

Until... a slight creak of a door...not just any old door, but the Exit door. Who the hell would want to come here?...
He looked through one of his cutouts on level one and saw someone he's never seen before...

They were short.. really short, not a child though. They had white hair, a black hat, black overalls, and a white shirt. and why the hell did they look like a cartoon? Pie cut eyes, white gloves on, looks like an old cartoon, similar to him.

He had no idea who this was, and he knew everyone from the studio, even the ones who escaped...

Time to have some fun with my new toy...