"Joe- er Mr. Drew! It worked!" Thomas said with enthusiasm as he ran into Joey's office. Joey was at his desk looking at reports, his wheelchair pushed into a corner of the room. Large gears hang overhead with the studio's name in bold lettering.

"I saw," Joey said dismissively and Conner frowned before giving a deeply confused look. Thomas sat at the desk staring at Joey.

"I thought you would be more. . . Thrilled." Conner said staring at Joey as he wrote on documents. Joey let out a sigh before looking up a Thomas.

"Listen Tommy. . . I know you boys over at Gent are doing your best." Joey fixed his tie as if preparing for a big speech or meeting. "But I'm paying for living attractions, not weird abominations!" Conner was about to interrupt, but Joey put up his finger hushing the engineer. "Whatever that grinning thing I saw wondering around your office. You better keep it locked up tight! I realize it was a first attempt, but imagine if the press caught sight of it! Might scare off investors." Joey sighed looking back down at his paperwork. "And in response to your memo. . . If you claim your failures are because these things are soulless then, damn it! We'll get them a soul!" He paused for a second a hesitant smile crawling over his lips. "After all, I own thousands of 'em!"

"But Mr. Drew! This didn't end up like the others! He's stable or pretty close to stabl-"

"Tommy! You heard me, get rid of it or I will." Joey stood up angrily his weakened legs shaking as I did so. "Can't be that hard just use some ink thinner or somethin'."

"Are you suggesting that I kill him."

"It, that's not the Bendy I designed. It's an abomination Just get the information you need from it and destroy it. We can probably recycle its ink."

"But, that's murder! He's not a toy or machine!"

"Conner," Joey said plainly unphased by his yelling. "I write the checks. So you do what I say. Now."

"Yes. Mr. Drew." Thomas stood up walking out of Joey's office with an angry stride. That soon turned into a from. "Not the Bendy you designed. . . You didn't even deign him from what I hear." He soon made his way back to his office and opened the door.

Bendy slowly turned to look at him. He was staring at the poster on the wall once more. He pointed at it with his gloved hand and then at himself. Tilting his head in a confused manner despite the unnatural grin. He then grabbed Conner's face leaving ink stains on the man's cheeks. "What are you-? Oh. . . You want to know why I don't look like the posters too." The ink demon slowly nodded his head before gesturing his arms to everything.

"We- What's the point in explaining this to you." Thomas sighed walking past the confused ink creature and opening a drawing in his desk. I can't tell him what I'm going to do. . . There is no way of knowing what these creatures are capable of when scared. Thomas recalled the growl Bendy gave when using the syringe.

He slowly grabbed out a clear container of ink thinner from his drawer and placed the syringe beside it. He leaned down on his desk looking at the two items. Conner was shaking tears beginning to whelm down his eyes. Joey wants me to kill him. Thomas covered his mouth suddenly feeling sick to his stomach.

The ink demon curiously walked towards Conner noticing the mans clear distress. He looked back at the poster, the cartoony version of himself juggling items whilst standing on a large striped ball. Bendy pushed Conner into his seat making the man let out a surprised yelp. The demon then grabbed some of Thomas tools gesturing to the poster before beginning to juggle the wrenches and gears in an attempt to cheer Conner up.

He smiled slightly before turning into a deeper frown. "Bendy, stop." He said and the ink demon did so the wrenches clattering to the ground. The ink demon stared at him silently. "I'm sorry. . . I uh have to give you another shot." Thomas said wiping off his tears before putting on a fake smile.

He stood up again despite Bendy's protest to sit back down. He'd be better off not being experimented on by Joey's goons. . . Thomas thought although recognizing at the point he is the same people he mocks. He shakily grabbed the syringe and filled it with the ink thinner. The clear liquid sloshing around inside of it. "Just stay still ok?" Although he partially hoping the demon would just run away.

Thomas put the needle to Bendy's chest hesitating for a moment before pushing it inside the demon and pushing the syringe down. Bendy almost immediately screeched pushing Conner back roughly as his body began oozing. The demon put his arms around his chest as he screamed clearly in pain.

Conner covered his mouth. He was hoping it would just be that simple, but clearly, they were all dealing with something much more powerful than simply spilled ink. The demon's grin went from a playful smiling to a menacing grin as he looked at Conner.

A look of betrayal hidden behind the facade. Bendy lunged at Conner with a scream tackling the man to the ground. "Stop, stop!" Thomas yelled as the demon growled in his face. Ink oozing off of the creature and onto the man. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I agh-" Bendy pushed the gloved hand on Thomas's neck. He pushed against the demon trying to gasp for breath. Although it was getting harder and harder as the demon pushed down on him.

Conner soon grew unconscious. No doubt the demon had thought he killed him. Conner awoke being gently poked by a broom. "Tommy? Hello?" The janitor asked in a concerned voice before giving a sigh of relief when Conner started coughing. "Thank ta god. If you were dead I'm really going to be outta here."

Thomas let out a hoarse chuckle. "You always say that Wally." Thomas got up with the help of a concerned Wally.

"What happened to you anyway? One of these pipes bust on ya?" Wally said banging on one of the pipes with the end off his broom.

"They'll do that more if your bangin' on them, but. . . Yeah, must have been enough to push me back."

"That's odd It doesn't look loose."

"That's because I fixed it." Thomas quickly said keeping up a lie.

"But you just said-"

"Drop it Wally." Thomas practically hissed at the janitor who looked a little surprised by the outburst.

"I'm just tryin' to help Tommy, I don't mean any harm." Wally put up his hand in playful sign of peace. "Let's get you to the first aid."