Ladybug let herself down slowly. Normally, she would have jumped down like Chat and Bendy had, but she figured that it would be better to control her descent.

Besides, she was carrying a passenger.

She finally reached the bottom, and allowed Joey to stand up on his feet. He had once again removed the ridiculous headpiece, although he was still dressed in the black bodysuit. The two of them found the other three standing around a section of the wall.

"F. Fontaine?" Chat read off the schedule on the wall. "Dr. Hackenbush? Hayden of the UAC? Did you also meet up with a detective named DeWitt? Or a Rufus T. Firefly? Perhaps a... dang it, can't think of any other named characters from Doom."

"And those are a bunch of references I don't get," Bendy said flatly.

Joey turned thoughtful. "I do remember a detective with that name," he finally said. "He came by my apartment a couple times asking about magic masks and cartoon cats. Never did get his first name."

"...Moving on," Ladybug said. "What can we expect down here?"

"Well," said Henry. "If I remember correctly, we're going to need to deal with the Butcher Gang members that are roaming the administration offices."

"No we ain't!"

There was a light slap and another voice muttering, "Shut up, Edgar."

Everyone turned to the Little Miracle Station that was sitting in the corner of the room. With a deadpan look, Henry walked over and opened it. Four small bodies almost fell out of it, they were packed in so tight.

Bendy was the first one to speak. "Charley? Barley? Edgar? Girl I don't know?"

The ghost girl just shook herself and started floating off the ground. "I'm Carley," she said. "The fourth member of the Butcher Gang."

"Never heard of ya."

"She be a'new," Barley said, grabbing his pipe off the floor and sticking it between his teeth.

"And whose says that she's part of our gang, old coot?" Charley asked, getting in the older toon's face. "Last I check, I was the leader of this gang."

"Oh, come on Charley," Edgar said. "Can't she join? I like her!"

"You only like her because she gives you candy, Edgar," Charley said.

"Guilty as charged," Carley said, taking a handful of sweets out of a barely visible pocket and tossing it to Edgar. Catching them, the little spider then began munching on the treats.

"So, why do yous want her in?" Charley asked Barley.

"Tis simple, really," the old pirate answered. "She annoys you!"

"Why, you little-"

"So why were you in the Miracle Station?" Ladybug asked to prevent a fight breaking out.

Charley huffed. "None of your busi-"

"We were hiding!" Edgar piped up.

Charley groaned and face-palmed. "Shut up, Edgar," he ground out.

"Hiding from what?" Ladybug asked.

Large talons pierced through the bottom of the metal door sealing off Administration, and slowly began raising it up.

"That!" the Butcher Gang cried before diving back into the Little Miracle Station and closing the door behind them.

The door was opened up fully, revealing the Ink Demon behind it. He had discard his cloak somewhere, revealing his new form. He was extremely skinny, almost to the point of resembling a fence post. He was wearing a suit that looked like it had been literally drawn on. In the light, Ladybug could see that his teeth were sharp, looking like they would be more at home on a shark. "Is this a private party, or can anyone join?" he asked.

Ladybug's first instinct was to chuck a table at him.

The Ink Demon leaned back and allowed it to fly over his head. However, he was too slow to avoid Chat's follow-up swing along with Henry swinging his ax at the monster.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Joey leap behind the secretary's desk.

The Ink Demon swung his arms, sending the two fighters to the opposite corners of the room. Chat jumped up while Henry stood up slowly. "Take this!" Chat cried, swinging his staff.

The Ink Demon just dodged the strikes. "Poor puppet, you cannot see the strings you are tied up in," he said. "You do not know how much of your vision is covered by lies. Even from the ones you love."

"What are you talking about?" Chat asked, dodging a claw strike from the Demon.

"Sounds like nonsense," Ladybug said, leaping in and landing a kick.

The Demon laughed. "Oh, you would like it to be that, little hero. Burdened by the secrets you bear, the gulf that grows larger between the two of you."

"And you are full of rubbish!" Ladybug retorted. "True, there are things I haven't told him, but there's nothing world shaking there. And he understands it!"

"Oh really? Then why haven't you told him about... Chat Blanc?"

"...Who's Chat Blanc?"

The Ink Demon seemed to blink. "Wait, was I watching the wrong channel or some-"

"SNEAK ATTACK!" Bendy cried, dropping on the Ink Demon's head.

"Wha- get off of me, you infuriating imp!" the Ink Demon cried, swiping at the cartoon on his head.

"I'm getting sick of hearing you talking!" Bendy said, swiping off some ink off the Demon's face and grabbing and twisting a knob that was hidden under the grin. "Let's see if we can find some tunes!"

The Ink Demon let out a bzzt sound before it started emitting music even as he kept swinging. "These pipes that flow from the Ink Machine, Boris has no guts 'cause you've replaced them with mechanical springs, it's time to believe that old Joey drew a monster, welcome to my horror show in stunning 3-D, I'm armed with a destiny more times than your anarchy, wake up and face reality, come join the show, you'll get your Bendy photo, I in the name of violence, sentence you down to Hell, by demand, we've came back to this world of gray, you brought the hallway to a standstill, now the desolation groowwwssss!" That was when he finally hit Bendy.

The imp went flying into a wall, before sliding down. The Ink Demon shook his head before shutting off the knob. "And what was that supposed to do?" he asked.

"I think it made for a pretty good distraction," Bendy said, cheekily.

"Wait, wha-"

Whatever the Ink Demon was saying was cut off by Henry swinging his ax and taking off his head. The body stood there for ten seconds before collapsing into a pile of ink and junk.

"Nice," Chat said. "Did you ever play baseball? You have a great swing."

Henry grinned. "Oh, I played when I was younger," he answered. His grin fell as he looked at the radio that had been the Ink Demon's head. "That was too easy," he added.

"I mean, not really," Ladybug answered. "Me and Chat have fought akumas like this thing before. They are often caught off guard if you figure out and get around their gimmick."

"By the way, M'Lady," Chat spoke up. "What did it mean by 'Chat Blanc?'"

"Kitty, if I knew, I would tell you."

"Fools."

Everyone turned to the radio on the ground.

"You may strike this body down," it transmitted. "I shall just construct another one. I cannot die. The Machine must endure. I must endure. For I am the Ink Machine!"

The radio let out a spark and fell silent.

"That. Was. AWESOME!"

Ladybug jumped as an excited ghost started flying circles around the group.

"He was like, blam! and pow! and you were like, smash! and bash! " Carley exclaimed, complete with exaggerated punches. "He didn't stand a chance!"

The rest of the Butcher Gang trundled out of the Miracle Station. "You guys were so cool!" Edgar cheered.

"Ah, shut up, Edgar," Charley said, still looking like his usual grouchy self.

"Not too shabby," Barley said, approvingly.

Bendy grinned and gave a bow. "Thank ya, thank ya very much," he said in a different accent.

Carley brightened up as a lightbulb appeared over her head for a moment. "You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked.

"Of course!" Edgar answered. "But where are we going to find tap-dancing chickens?"

Barley slapped the back of the spider's head. "Shut up, Edgar, that's not what she's a'saying at all. And I say go for it."

"Can we join you?" Carley asked. "You guys seem our best shot at surviving this place."

Ladybug smiled. "Sure you can," she said.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Charley said. "I'm not authorizing this at all! Why are we going to follow a bunch of people we just met?"

"Three reasons," Barley answered. "One, that's how me, you, and Edgar met up. Two, you're outvoted. Three, everybody's moving on, so try to catch up." With that, he ran after the rest of the group.

Charley groaned and ran after his oldest friend. "For the record, I'm doing this under protest!"