Chapter II
Allison Angel sings to herself while writing messages on the walls. As many do in order to be heard from. Letting others know that they're still here and alive. She glances behind her shoulder to see the empty cubicle where Henry used to be there as a captive. After saving him from the wrath of Alice, she and Tom didn't trust Henry so they kept him there. But Henry apparently got himself out before Allison and Tom could leave to escape from the Ink Demon. He managed to break free from the cubicle. Thanks to a well hidden restroom with a wrench inside.
As they made their way out before meeting their untimely fates, the three ended up separated. Allison looked at each floor but had no such luck, it was like finding a needle in a haystack or more likely an island made of hay. Henry or Tom were never found. Allison had doubts that they're still out there somewhere or what if...what if the Ink already claimed them and they were nothing but thoughts. She knew what that felt when she, too, was consumed. Unable to breathe, see, touch, or move. You could only hear the haunting whispering voices moving freely in the darkness. Fortunately, it didn't last too long as Allison was free, gasping for air for what felt like an eternity. She can touch, see, and move at will. Who was she exactly? Or what was she? Where was she?
Many have now labeled her as Alice or Alice Angel.
Am I Alice? She thought to herself while wandering the abandoned animated world that never sees the light of day. While exploring she saw posters of this character. Alice. With black waving hair, two small horns sprout from her head and a halo. She had pie cut eyes, small nose, ebony lips, and a small dot on her left cheek. While looking into a mirror she resembles the character, but looks more realistically. Her eyes were fairly human with strong facial features. But then there was Tom or a name he seems to respond to. Why the name Tom? She didn't know how she knew that kind of name. It felt like a name that drifted in her mind and finally caught on. Was he someone else before then just like everyone else? The more they stayed, the more they processed everything going on.
There was this 'Ink Demon' everyone's fears on or other praised upon as a god. Like Sammy as it's prophet leading the searchers and lost ones to follow through. But it became clear that the Ink Demon was dangerous to anyone who crosses it's path and there is no way of killing it. Allison had joined Tom and together they can put an end to this Hell for everyone. Sadly, it never came. The studio itself was one gigantic maze with no escape and no miracle occurred. That is until there was Henry who looked like no other than the rest.
Could he be the one to set them free from the Grasp of Bendy? But then again strangers were not good things.
Allison brushed away those thoughts while setting the paintbrush down for a moment to think.
They are still out there. I have to keep looking. Or was she giving herself false hope that it might already be too late. That Henry and Tom were now dead like the unknown identities of searchers and lost ones rarely seen again. No, she can't think that now with bold determination. She sees for herself, taking her trusty machete with her and the seeing tool to find any hidden messages that can help. Hoping it leads to elsewhere. She takes the elevator that was fixed long ago after it disrepair falling from great speed.