Chapter One
Moving Pictures
Lily Stein opened her eyes to see a rotted ceiling and not her sky blue ceiling, that was above her bed in her house. Wherever she was It reeked of ink and it reminded her of how people used to make cartoons. Blinking a few times she sat up and looked around, the smell of ink got worse and knew from the moment she woke up that this was not her house outside the city. It only took her a few seconds to realize where she was, she was inside Bendy And The Ink Machine, one of her favorite indie horror games aside from FNAF. The frown on her face from before grew into a grin similar to the Dancing Demon's grin found on most Posters that were littered around the studio.
She shot up, but stopped when her vision darkened a little, "Whoa I think I stood up a little to fast there." She shook her head when her vision cleared and eagerly made her way to the Ink Machine. The smell and sound of ink dripping didn't make her feel scared but she could appreciate The Meatly's efforts on trying to make the studio more creepy, even in the newer updates to the game she knew this place like the back of her hand.
She slowed as she came to the room next to the gate that was playing music, she wondered why there was music coming from there and why it turned off when she got too close. But that was a question for later right now she had an Ink Demon to deal with at the moment. She stopped at the chart for the ink output that was on the wall, at the end of the hall, and noticed the initials at the corner of the paper, it reads T.C, if she looked hard enough. She turned away from it and stepped over the pipe with a sign on it that read "Watch your step" on it. After stepping into the Ink Machine room and waving to the cutout, she stood against the wooden railing and looked into the hole that housed the infamous Ink Machine.
The brown-haired girl turned her head and looked at the lift and huffed crossing her arms. " This lift could use a few dry cells." Turning to the shelf to her left she plucked it from its spot and opened the chest underneath the shelf and taking out the cell inside it. After placing the dry cells in their rightful place she pulled the lever to activate it. " Let's see what your hiding down there Joey."
She leaned against the warped wooden railing, watching as the lift pulled the Ink Machine out of the dark abyss that housed it. She always loved seeing the machine rise out of the darkness, it gave her that creepy feeling in her gut and she loved it. "So this is the Ink Machine huh? I wonder how you turn it on?" She was reciting Henry's lines from the cause it felt natural to her and because she knew them by heart. She slowly walked away from the room, and she looked around as she made her way to the end of the new hallway that had just opened up. She turned left and jumped slightly when a board fell from the ceiling.
She entered the pedestal room and briefly glanced at the item frames and walked back out in search of the items needed for the machine (although she never knew what they were for). After running around for about an hour or so she had all the items she needed and headed back to the pedestal room placing the items where they needed to be, she turned to the lever and looked at the button next to it that read in flashing letters "Low Pressure", turning she walked out of the room and down the hall, stopping at the intersection before continuing forward.
At the end of the hallway, she came across a table with a tape recording on it. She looked at it for a few seconds before pressing play.
Voice of
Wally Franks
"At this point, I don't get what
Joey's plan is for this company.
The animations sure aren't being
finished on time anymore. And I
certainly don't see why we need this
machine. It's noisy, it's messy.
and who needs that much ink
anyway?
Also, get this, Joey had each one
of us donate something from our
work station. We put them on
these little pedestals in the break
room. To help appease the gods,
Joey says. Keep things going.
I think he's lost his mind, but, hey,
he writes the checks.
But I tell you what if one more of
these pipes burst, I'm out of here."
She laughed when the tape ended, then wondered if anyone had laughed like she did, then thought that it was unlikely to have happened. She continued down the hall and turned left again. When she came to the end of the hall a cutout of bendy popped out from the corner and she laughed, petting it on the head when she passed it. After walking into the small room with a projector (that turned on after she got in the room) she found the valve need to restore the pressure to the ink machine, she had a hard time turning it but when she did, it seemed to turn it's self, just like in the game.
She heard a loud crack, and the pipe next to the entrance of the room burst, spilling ink everywhere and slowly flooding the room. The ink went up to her shins and she realized that she was barefoot and was grateful for it. She carefully made her way out of the projector room and stopped where the ink was spraying out onto the floor covering the stairs and that's how far the flooding rose. Running quickly under the spray, half her body was covered in ink, she didn't seem to mind, she was the type to get down and dirty. She shook her whole body, ink flinging off her in clumps, but her skin was still slightly stained.
She stumbled a little down the hallway, making her way back to the pedestal room while leaving inky footprints that slowly faded as she got closer to her destination. As she stepped into the room she stopped, wondering if she should do this, shaking her head, she stepped up the lever at the end of the and pulled it down watching as the button next to it changed to the word "Running" in flashing letters. Her heart thudded in her chest as she slowly made her way over to the Ink Machine. Her footsteps faltered as she neared the room, she stopped next to the dresser outside the room, and she took a few moments to calm her beating heart. Before long, she managed to calm her heart and she put on her best neutral face and continued to the boarded-up room.
She was about an arms length away when suddenly, an inky arm shot out from behind the boards, trying to reach for her, but she had stepped aside at the last second and smiled at the inky beast before her, puzzled the Ink Demon looked at her or at least tried to, he couldn't really see where she was with all the ink covering his eyes. His head snapped in her direction when she spoke.
" I bet you weren't expecting me, were ya? Turn your back for one second and I'm like WAZOO! Ninja skills!" she giggled as she said this, and suddenly, she was in his face, he stumbled back a step before she poked the spot where his nose was supposed to be, and in an instant, she was gone, slightly confused the Ink Demon disappeared into a puddle like he was never there.
She trudged through the ink that was slowly flooding the hall, she jumped when the gate that was now closed, made a loud cracking sound as the ink tried to burst through. She continued to calmly go through the ink until she reached the hallway with the exit, the door was cracked open letting sunlight filter through, as if to taunt her, but she ignored it, stopping before the spot that was supposed to break under her. Bracing herself for the long fall, she took a few steps forward, hearing a loud crack, and she fell down the hole. At the bottom she landed in a pool of ink, it went up to about her hips in height, and she struggled to get to the valve that would drain the ink from the room.
After draining the room of ink, she stepped towards the shelf, glancing at it before pressing play on the tape that was on the third shelf.
Voice of
Thomas Conner
" It's dark and it's cold and it's
Stuck in behind every single wall
'now. in some places, I swear this
godforsaken ink is clear up to my
knees! Whoever thought that
these crummy pipes could hold up
under this kind of strain either
knows something about pressure I
don't, or he's some kind of idiot.
But the real worst part about all
this.. are them noises the system
makes. Like a dying dog on its
last legs. Make no mistake, this
place... this... machine... heck, this
whole darn thing… it just isn't
natural.
You can bet, I won't be doing
any more repair jobs for Mister
Joey Drew."
She left the room and moved down the stairs that led to the lower parts of the studio, draining the ink along the way. After draining the last of the ink at the bottom of the staircase, she opened the door that led to a small room with an ax on a table of some sort. Grabbing the ax she cut down the boards that blocked the doorway. When she made it to the other side and opened another door when the room started to shake and she turned back to see that part of the ceiling had collapsed preventing her from going back even if she wanted to. She continued forward and found herself standing in a room filled with chairs and two coffins were lying against the wall.
In the middle of the room was a pentagram with the candles still lit. She stepped into the pentagram and a dark fog filled the room darkening her vision. She saw flashes of a wheelchair, the Ink Machine, and the last image she saw was of bendy looming over her before a board from overhead fell on her and knocked her out dropping her ax in the process.