(ALL RIGHTS GO TO VIVZIEPOP AND HER STUDIO/FRIENDS/CO-CREATORS, AND THE CREATORS OF BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE, I OWN NOTHING AND AM SIMPLY MAKING THE STORY FOR FUN AND ENTRETAINMENT!)

Hi, my name is Benny, I'm 18 years old and am currently running for my life from some prick-colored asshats known as angels, oh yeah, I'm in hell. I know I know, I'm too young to be on hell, it wasn't my fault though, I better explain from the beginning.

My full name was or still is, I don't really care, Benjamin Van Decker. I was the son of the conglomerate Van Decker family, we were so rich, that we could even build a fricking space station if we wanted to, that's how rich we are, were? Again, I don't care about the correct nouns.

Of course, this meant that I, the only child and heir, would get kidnapped on a daily basis, I don't know if my dad was dumb as fuck or just a shitty parent, 'cause I got kidnapped at least over 100 times. And after I got rescued by his platoon of guards, I would go back to my life as if nothing had happened.

To stress the situation as much as possible, I was kidnapped as a baby, of course, I have no memory about this but still, the same gimmick repeated, I got kidnapped and then I got saved by my parents' guards.

Man, they are really the furthest thing from what ideal parents are, or even regular parents for that matter. Alas, one can't choose where to be born and from who to be born from, and thus, I would be condemned to live the rest of my life with different encounters against my life.

When I was 5, I got kidnapped during my friend's birthday, a guy just straight up jumped the fence, grabbed me and began to run. At this point in life, I didn't know fractions, but I sure as hell know what a kidnaper is and what the hell was happening.

And so, the years passed and my encounters with death were getting each time more dangerous and intense. From cannibalistic tribes is Kenya, to eco-terrorist in Amsterdam, I've been moved around the countries so fucking much, that I should be catalogued as an illegal immigrant from all the countries.

In the end, my parents' security was not perfect and I had to escape from some places myself, from bomb de-activation to lock-picking, I gathered enough experience to improve myself individually. So sad, all I ever wanted was to become a top-notch artist, I wasn't bad at all either.

Unfortunately for me, life can go from shitty, to extremely rotten. It was Halloween night of 2023, and surprise, surprise! Some cultists kidnapped me. This was almost tradition by now, I tried to find ways to escape but, most of the ways were non-existent.

I know how to fight, however, I'm quite the pacifist myself, I don't like people around me getting hurt and I despise when someone gets hurt when others are trying to hurt me. Too bad I didn't have my multitask tool, it had to get repaired and I was screwed.

I tried to talk with the cultist but they only ignored me while their ritual began. They killed like three goats and six rams and bathed me in their blood, gross. After some chants, I managed to slip my arms through the ropes thanks to the blood, and interrupted their chants.

The cultists tried to grab me but I began to fight against them, one after another they began to fall. I get kidnapped a lot, but that doesn't mean that it's because I'm weak, after years of escaping pursuers, one has to become adept in the art of fighting.

Eventually, everyone was knocked out, I checked my pockets and jacket pockets to see if they took my stuff and surprisingly, the fools didn't take any of my stuff. I still have my stuff, my wallet, my cellphone, my bible, my grappling hook, and most importantly, my favorite paintbrush.

I was about to call the police when I heard some weird noises behind me and I looked back. The cultists were twitching on the ground while their 7 face holes began to bleed. I tried to run but I felt a chain latched onto my foot, pulling me over towards the pentagram filled with blood.

The pentagram sparkled and everything in the room turned red, the chain was dragging me toward the abyss, each time faster and faster. I muster all my strength to try and escape whatever that shit was until…I was eventually sucked in by the blood portal.

I began to fall; I saw the portal closing as I turned my vision below me; I was falling toward a city. Such a bullshit! Oddly enough, I had to escape from similar places in similar situations more than thrice, this was nothing. Why else would I have a fricking grappling hook.

As I was descending, my whole body felt like fire. My white-brown skin began to turn a black ink-blue. The bones of my back sprouted out of it and then went back inside, my stature changed and from my head, two black horns began to grow, finally, my paintbrush began to merge with my right hand and this one turned completely black tar.

My whole body was on pain, I really didn't know what the hell was happening. I noticed the floor was quite near my face and I finally took my grappling hook and latched unto a building. I tried to make a soft landing, but it became more of a rough landing against the concrete.

My grappling gun broke and I dove head-first unto the ground. I felt that everything was breaking, when I opened my eyes, I saw some black liquid dripping from my injuries and they began to heal, the black liquid re-entered my body and I was fully healed once more.

I looked around and noticed that the dust cloud was bigger than expected. When it dissipated, I saw a bunch of demon-like monsters looking at me and then went on with their daily activities. I may not be the smartest in the world, but even a kid can put two and two together.

I'M IN FUCKING HELL!

That's what I wanted to yell, but I limited myself to just think and keep my composure. I got off the driveway and began to walk through the sidewalk. I was new, I have zero idea what I'm supposed to do here or even if it was fair for me to be here.

In the end, I simply decided to limit myself to understand what people here are and do. As I was walking down the street, I classy jazz tune began to sound on the background, I was actually quite intrigued by this, I also noticed that all the other people were leaving as if their life depended on it.

I was confused but it didn't took long before I knew why.

I felt a presence behind me, I've been in many dangerous situations, from choosing the correct food to not get poisoned, to knowing which ice path take for me to not freeze on the lake.

I looked back and saw a man in a red suit walking down the street, he was also the one humming the jazz tune that was invading the atmosphere, he had a creepy smile. Of course, I know he's dangerous, but I wasn't afraid, I stopped being afraid from things for a long time. And I wasn't gonna start fearing hell and its inhabitants.

"Ah. Good day, young man. Good time for a walk, isn't it?" The man in red asked me with his face getting creepier and creepier.

"I wouldn't know, I haven't been here for too much, ya see." I spoke.

The man smile got bigger and he got uncomfortably close.

"Well, well, a new blood has just arrived. It's always a pleasure to meet newcomers." The man.

"Yeah, would you mind explain to me what's happening here like, overall situation?" I spoke.

"Of course, what kind of Samaritan would I be if I let you in the dark." The man.

"Ok, what's your name, sir?" I.

"Oh, so silly of me! My name's Alastor, dear, and I will have the pleasure to explain how hell works." The man.

He explained to me while we walked that Hell's where everyone who has committed wrongdoings ends, he explained that those who are here are not called humas but Sinners, and some Sinners can become Demons depending on their overall power. I kept to myself the way I "died" when he asked about it.

Sinners can't leave Hell and that's why the pride ring has something called "Extermination Day" or "Cleanse", its basically a day when Angels descend and begin to kill any sinner on sight to stop the overpopulation problem. Royalty and hellborns are excepted from this event or else, Lucifer Morningstar will retaliate.

By the way, it happens once every Christmas, which meant that I had two more months to prepare myself to survive. He also told me that his name is Alastor and that should I be on a precarious situation call upon his name and he would help me, for a price of course.

"And that would be all…I'm sorry dear, I never caught your name." Alastor.

"Very well, call me…" I was about to say my name until I saw my own reflection for the first time.

I looked like a weird makeshift creation from a certain famous ink machine. My right arm was pitch-black ink with a white pattern on the palm, my left eye was completely white and mi right eye was yellow.

The rest of my body was somewhat humanoid, my stature got reduced and I'm now 1.80 instead of my usual 1.90. My horns looked like Bendy's but oddly enough, my hair was now Lapis Blue color.

"Bendy?" I accidentally spoke.

"Is that your name?" Alastor.

"Ah? no, no, I just looked like a cartoon character of sorts. But thinking about it, you can call me that, if you wish." I spoke.

The reason to this was mostly that I didn't want anyone to know my real name in case they could do some death note bullshit. Besides, Benny, Bendy, there's not much difference anyway.

"Bendy, huh? Very well, I would like to chat a bit more, but unfortunately, I have a little date with the tailor. Good luck kid, hope you can survive." Alastor then left and I was a bit overwhelmed.

As I was about to leave, some demons decided to try and mug me. I know I'm new and that should spell pushover but still, it pissed me off a little. I beat the sinners up and took some of their knifes, I really want to look for a place to repair my grappling gun but, in a place like this one, what can I trust and what can I not?

Just like that, the day passed. I got attacked over 20 times but I really was so used to it that I did it unconsciously. I managed to get quite the amount of souls, apparently, Souls is the currency here, they work like normal dollars, only that you can sell your actual soul for money. I don't recommend it.

I made my way towards one of the building's roofs and decided to rest there. I was quite tired overall due to today's events but I had to be strong, in hell, there's no thing such as someone to watch your back. I know that much.

I managed to sleep until what appeared to be morning, I really needed to buy a watch or something since I need to be cautious with how I'll spend my time while the angels prepare to kill the shit out of everyone.

I noticed that my left arm was also changed. It has musical strings-like marks all over it and a single yellow musical Treble Clef in the palm. Alastor never mentioned how demons raised their powers, I guessed it was because he wanted to mess with me a little and see how I would grow by my own.

I learned this now but I'll explain what my past self didn't knew back then so that you can understand.

A sinner gets his theme power or abilities and body based on what their most influential activity was before death. Most have a demon-like look due to their criminal activities but just as the name imply, sinners are not all blood and assassination.

Alastor's weird moral ground when killing made him get his power influenced by the radios that are in hell, which I found weird that he's even more powerful that the TV demon since radio is only used by him.

Of course, I would find out about this much later in the future. What? You think I started the story when the next cleanse began? No, no, no, this is much further into the future, mates.

Anyway, going back to the story, I felt the weird sensation in both of my arms as if I was being broken, re-adjusted and then broken again, I endured the pain silently as my arms went back to normal.

"Fuck, this shit gives me Bioshock vibes." I spoke.

Afterwards, I decided to embark myself into getting accustomed into what hell could bring forward to me. There's this white orb in the sky with golden lines around it, I guessed correctly that it was heaven, those pricks would do anything to show off their superior realm.

Dwelling into the deepest parts of the ring, I found myself walking into the turf of a certain elegant demoness. The cannibal district, houses of the 1920's and thirties, overall, it is quite the sophisticated place where people were trying to kill me just for wearing twentieth century clothes, talk about snarky.

Eventually, I found a tailor shop with some real nice clothes, since I'm wearing the lite edition of hobo-man, I decided to see if I could buy at least one set of clothes. I entered the store and saw a woman checking the dresses on the left side.

She has a pale white skin, sharp white teeth and a really long neck. She sports short white hair, although it could be tied up under her hat and, similar to Alastor, she is always smiling.

She wears a red dress with gray shoulder pads, a black belt, and black wrists. Her red sun hat has two skulls and three black flowers on the front side, with a large red and black plume on the top side.

"Hello youngling, what brings you to my beloved business." The woman spoke.

"Hello Mrs. I need a nice outfit since my current set of clothes is a complete mess." I spoke.

She looked at me and immediately took a nice outfit, it was a black full piece 2 button suit with Single Pleated Pants Light Charcoal Pinstripe.

"I may have to make a few adjustments to match your size but, overall, it should be of your liking." The demoness spoke.

"It looks quite appealing. How much will it cost?" I asked before regretting.

"Around 500 souls." She just answered with a smile.

"Of course, if you can't pay, you can just make a deal with me…"

"Nope, sorry missy, I can't fall for such an easy trick now, can I? How long will it take you to make the adjustments?" I asked.

"Around 10 minutes."

"That's good, I'll come back for the clothes and to pay you." I spoke.

"And what if you don't? I can't slow my business just for you." She spoke with a creepy smile.

"Dear Mrs. I never make comments that I can't back up. Since you loke deals so much, let's make a bet instead, I'll be back in 10 minutes with your money, or else you win. Sounds fair?" I asked challenging her.

I know it may sound stupid, but I needed something from this woman, I needed to verify Alastor's information. Plus, I knew I would win the bet in the end.

I made myself out and fortunately enough, I saw what would become my favorite spot on the whole ring, a somewhat big section that's more like a street known as Crime Alley.

"Well, timers on and I need the bucks, time to mug the muggers." I spoke while making my way towards the alley.

That would be my very first story for now, next time, the story will be in third person. Why? Because I can't be bothered to tell you all the details that I know, so, an omniscient reader will do it for me, see ya!