What can I say, when you got inspiration, you freaking got inspiration. Here, have a new chapter and I start writing another one in a bit. Side note, as you've probably seen I updated this yesterday to have a "Cover Picture", really it's just "Bendy" that I drew but hey, I'm planning on doing a few more single shot drawings to use as covers like that for my other stories. Hope you all enjoy~

Henry wasn't sure how to take that news. Another Alice? The fact she was more like a demon? Henry could only picture the Alice Angel he knew from the day her design had been finalized, to the day she finally came to life. Trying to picture that Alice and make her more evil? It was like trying to say that Henry's dancing skills improved over the years… it's next to impossible for the old man to imagine, though he wasn't going to tell that to Bendy.

"So this… other Alice-" Henry started only for Bendy to seemingly react to something up ahead and cover the man's mouth quickly. Henry let out a muffled noise of surprise as Bendy pulled the old animator to the wall and seemed to try to make them seem as flat as possible for a moment. The sound of clicking heels was softly heard on the wooden floor as well as a low hum of a vaguely familiar tune. Henry narrowed his eyes a little bit as he listened to the humming and tried to place where he had heard that tune before… but was coming up short at the moment.

Bendy seemed to be on edge from listening to the humming, and seemed dead set on keeping Henry out of sight or from seeing the person who was making the soft melody until it finally stopped and the footsteps also faded away. Once he was sure he couldn't hear either he finally let Henry go and took a peek into the hallway for a moment, before giving Henry an all clear thumbs up.

Though Henry was confused in all honesty on why all of this was necessary… It did still make a little bit of sense to the old man as the studio wasn't exactly "Safe" anymore.

The duo made a quick run, well more like Henry tried to run while Bendy sorta just kept a few steps ahead of the old man, down the hall. Henry did take quick note on something important and paused long enough to look around the area. Bendy slowed down and stopped with a concerned look on his face from noticing that the old animator wasn't exactly following him.

"Henry, come on we're getting-"

"Where are Boris and Alice?" Henry interrupted after taking in the whole area. The old animator may not know the whole layout of the building anymore… but from how close the "Demon and Angel" paths were they should have at least seen the other two toons by now.

Bendy blinked and seemed to notice it himself finally… and a look of great concern crossed the taller demon's face.

"They… they're usually connected though…."

The uncomfortable silence passed for about one beat, before both the dripping ink demon and the old man carrying an axe practically started to raid every door they could find to try to see where the wolf and angel had disappeared to.

Both boys were to busy in their panic and worry to notice that a figure above them on an upper level took immediate notice of them from their perch… and a growing, smile crossed their half rotting face.

Meanwhile Boris and Alice weren't having much fun either. Turns out the two rooms, though usually connected, seemed to have been split off from one another.

"I swear if HE had something to do with this, I will use every last drop of Acetone on him and make sure HE stays nothing more than a puddle of ink." Alice grumbled as both she and Boris were doing their best to avoid the surprisingly ink filled room they stumbled into.

"Uh…. did… did we go the wrong way Al?" Boris questioned, not really getting all the anger… and feeling completely out of the loop. Alice sighed at the wolf's question and ran a hand down her face for a moment before finally addressing him.

"No Boris… At least we shouldn't have. But as things turn out, the layout of the building has recently shifted." Alice scanned the area once they got into a more cleaned up area, looking for a tell tale sign of where they are before spotting the cage of an elevator and feeling a cold sense of dread. "... We're taking the stairs."

Boris's ear twitched and he was about to ask her why they would do that, but the faded angel was already ahead of him and going through a doorway. The taller toon scrambled to follow after her. The angel was walking down the stairs like she was on some sort of mission.

"Al, I don't mean to sound rude or anything… but wouldn't the elevator be faster?"

"To where we're going? Yes, yes it would. Would it be safer than the stairs? No, no it would not… not as long as she can still control it…" Alice's expression went from determined to full on regret when she had talked about "Her"... Boris was really not liking this pronoun game, nor did he enjoy the fact he was clearly being kept in the dark about many things.

"... Alice, just what the heck is even going on? What happened here? Why are we avoiding ink… WHO are these "Him" and "She" you are talking about?! Why… Why can't I remember anything after Henry left?!" Boris started out firm but his anger and confusion rose with his voice as he spilled all these questions to the female toon. Alice herself flinched at the volume of Boris's voice and had to check all around the room for any signs of being caught… only for the tell tale sounds of the messed up Butcher Gang heading their direction from both up and down the stairs. Boris flinched at these sounds and lowered his ears greatly as Alice raised her hammer with one hand, and grabbed the wolf with her other.

"I'll tell you later. But first things first, we get through these rejects and reach Level 14 as soon as possible. If I'm right… there's someone there that can help us."

…

These black, ink flooded halls really didn't do much for one's mind. The looping film reels even less as many only played one clip on repeat the whole time, never moving forward enough for the whole short.

These halls however… they were one of the few safest places to be anymore, ironically enough. The false angel hated them and openly avoided them like the plague, no searchers could even hope to completely form in this amount of ink. The Butcher Gang, despite their clearly rotten away minds had at least enough decency to avoid them after many, many, many deaths… and the Ink Demon himself couldn't step into a good portion of it thanks to hidden "Protection Symbols" on the walls.

Not that Bendy or Henry completely knew any of that as they stepped into the ink drenched floors. Henry winced as he found the ink was knee high and Bendy gave a small hiss as a minor headache came to him. Though he never really told Henry… but the Protection symbols always gave him a minor headache, but with how many he sensed on this floor it was a searing migraine.

"... Any ideas on where we are bud?" Henry questioned as he looked around the ink filled landscape, only to freeze as a bright light entered his vision, nearly blinding him, and a god awful static filled roar sounded out in the room.

"Henry! Run!"

Not needing to be told twice the older man trudged through the ink as fast as he could to try to get away from… whatever the hell had found them. Bendy himself stayed behind Henry's back, and growled at the strange creature that seemed to focus it's sights specifically on the ink demon.

After all… Norman wouldn't give the demon a second chance for what it had done god only knows how long ago.