WOOHOO Finished it just in time! Well, kinda... I almost hoped to have this one done closer to Halloween but life got in the way... Oh well it's done and it's posted! Hope you all enjoy!

A creak echoed the seemingly empty halls as Alice carefully pulled herself out of the "Little Miracle Station" boxes. Ax in hand as she scanned her surroundings she let out a shaky sigh of relief when nothing was seen before closing the door behind her.

One good thing she did was make these… Alice thought with a saddened and tired expression on her face as she looked at the halo symbol on the door. Gloved fingers traced it for a moment as she was lost in thought before she forced herself to snap out of it and got moving… she had a mission after all.

Walking through the halls and doing her best to avoid the ink pools that were almost everywhere she kept glancing around everywhere around her. The angel was on high alert as she kept moving as quickly, and carefully as possible in the toy room… her pie cut eyes looking a little downcast at the numerous dolls of herself that lined the shelves and the minimum amount of Boris and Bendy dolls. It almost made her want to rip the doll versions of herself up just to even them out… and avoid the reminder of how she was all on her own now.

But then again… she would hate that as much as he would when I ruin anything with Bendy… Alice thought, not wanting to draw either of them towards her quite yet. Before she left the room she heard the tell tale distorted garble of one of the Butcher Gang coming in to attack. She waited for the sound to get closer for a moment then whipped around with the ax and cut deep into what was once supposed to be Charley. The twisted version of the nearly bald chimpanzee humanoid always made Alice's heart twist in fear in the same way as all of the other Butcher gang members she's seen in the real world… but as the incomplete toon tried to hit her with his wrench she was able to block it out of her mind and move out of the way before taking "Charley's" head clean off with a second swipe of the ax.

"Please forgive me…" she whispered as the body started to melt back into the ink it was formed from. With a deep breath she turned back and quickly made her way out of the room, knowing that since one found her now, more were soon to follow. Alice threw a door open and made a dash down the stairs before her, and only stopping and practically jumping into the closest "Little Miracle Station" to take a breather.

She leaned her head on one of the walls, her halo being pushed away from it's usual place on her head just a little bit and one of her horns turned so it wouldn't stick to the wood as she took a deep sigh. On the outside she heard a few more distorted grumbles of more incomplete members of the Butcher Gang getting closer to her position… yet she still waited and calmed herself down quite a bit as they passed by her hiding spot.

Once they had left the area she finally left the hiding spot and continued down the stairs and through a few halls to her destination… Floor 14. As usual by this point, Alice tensed up at the large amount of ink on this floor itself… but she had something important to do on this floor. Just as she was about to step down onto the ink covered floor, the same groans she heard before grew rather loud behind her and she couldn't help but let out one of her own.

"You've got to be kidding me…" She rubbed one of her hands across her face as she groaned in annoyance before taking a deep breath and jumping off into the ink below. Immediately as usual she felt the vial ink being pulled into her very being and healing whatever injuries she once had. Her expression turned to one of discomfort as she quickly waded through the substance.

The noises behind her grew louder as her pursuers started to catch up and dive into the ink as she made for one of the maze like hallways, only to be stopped by a bright light being shined in her face. The angel had to bring a hand up to shield her eyes but the loud screech it made was more than enough for her to know what… no who this was.

From the sound of splashing she heard, some of the incomplete Butcher Gang had left, but the few still determined pressed on after her ignoring the imminent danger of what was to come. She did turn just in time to see what was once supposed to be the Spider toon, Edgar, was the first one to get close but soon met the floor beneath the ink as a large lanky figure with a projector on their head slammed them hard to the ground… killing them instantly.

"On your right!" Alice shouted quickly, just as the twisted version of Barely came running in with his head swinging from his old fishing rob and his wrench raised high for a strike on the Projectionist, only for said being to grab the line that held the old Fisherman's head and for the Angel to come in quickly with a harsh swing of her ax and cut the rod itself in two as well as severing a portion of his shoulder. The incomplete Barely fell to the ink below lifeless once more.

After taking out the few stragglers Alice sat herself down onto one of the crates that sat above the flooded floors, her ax resting on the side of it and let out a sigh of relief. The Projectionist turned his head in her direction and held up a hand to point at the fallen Butcher gang in an almost questioning manner.

"... Sorry about the unexpected company Norman…" The angel sighed before giving the ink turned worker a soft smile. "Better than them at least huh?"

The mechanical sound of whirring in the projector was her only audio response as Norman nodded his head slowly and crossed his arms over the speaker in his chest for a moment, making Alice perk up for a moment before rummaging through her bag.

"Oh and I almost forgot! I brought some things to fix that speaker finally!"

Norman's head rose up a little in surprise as she pulled out some tools and some pieces she took from other speakers on a different level. Alice looked like she was about to ask him to let her help, but Norman held up one of his hands in a "Stop" motion before carefully taking the parts and tools carefully into his own hands.

"Oh… can't I at least help you a little?"

Norman took a moment to carefully shake his head "No" before motioning to himself, his speaker, to her, then to where his ears would have been had his head been normal and finally to the items in his hands. Alice looked a little dejected by the motions as she picked up what he was trying to tell her, but accepted his reasoning… she didn't really know how to do it herself anyways.

Norman took in her expression and downcast eyes for a moment before patting her gently on the head in a comforting gesture, then motioning for her to follow him. The angel perked up a bit at that, but grimaced once again as she had to trudge through the ink once again.

The two soon found themselves in a "Safe Room" hidden away on Norman's floor that had a table top on it with a slightly dirty mirror on it, a few chairs, a few shelves with some projectors and their parts along it, and a painted on "Seal of Protection" on the door as Alice made sure it was closed behind them. Norman sat down in the chair in front of the table before spreading the tools and parts out onto the table and looking each of them over a little more closely. Alice joined up and sat in the other chair a respectable distance away from the projectionist.

"Did I get all the right parts?"

Norman didn't respond to her question for a moment, his projector's lense seemed to be focusing in on each little bit and piece for a moment before finally nodding "Yes" and making Alice get a bright smile on her face.

I was finally able to help someone in this hell. She thought with her smile and her gaze turning to the Seal of Protection on the door. It was one of the few things Norman had remembered from the short time he had Joey's book before… before this happened, and it's been the most helpful thing for the two during these long years in this hell.

Her smile soon slid off her face the longer she looked at it. The gears in her brain processing everything and formulating her next plan…

"Norman…"

The Projectionist didn't look in her direction, but did knock on the table twice to let her know he was listening.

"I'm going to go to Joey's office… and get his book."

Norman's head snapped up as quickly as he could make it go and turned to her. His face non existent but still Alice could tell he was looking at her with surprise and concern. After all… Joey's office was the most heavily guarded place in the whole studio.

And where the Ink Demon himself was more often than anywhere else.