"Lucky Charm!" Ladybug called, catching the glowing pink object as it fell. She raised the object at the approaching army and pressed the button.

The Colored Ones howled in pain as the flash bulb on her old camera went of in their eyes that were adjusted for near darkness, giving the running Lost Ones the chance to get in close and get the first hit in. She chucked the camera at a Keeper and kept running, her eyes on the Ink Machine avatar.

Then she had to jump back in order to avoid being crushed by a large anchor.

The anchor belonged to a large hulking beast with crab legs and segmented hands. It wore the remains of a sailor costume stained with chromatic ink and a sailor hat. More chromatic ink leaked out from its eyes and its demented grin.

The human body twisted around its waist only added to the creep factor.

The monster took a step forward, only to take an anvil to the face. The beast tottered back a couple of steps before tipping over backward.

Ladybug looked to see Bendy tossing a bowling ball up and down like it was a tennis ball. "Mind if I join ya?" he asked, grinning devilishly. "Something about this thing's face makes me want to mess it up badly."

Ladybug gave a grin in return. "If you can keep up, I don't see why not," she said, starting to spin her yo-yo.

The monster got itself back up and roared in intimidation. Bendy's response was to chuck the bowling ball at it before pulling out an oversized hammer and charging at it with Ladybug.

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"Cataclysm!" Chat Noir cried, running his hand across a wall, causing a rock slide that buried a bunch of Keepers. He then had to back-flip back in order to avoid being hit by his current opponent.

The monstrous version of Boris with X-shaped eyes raised his fists and brought them down in a hammer blow, that caused a minor shockwave. Chat was knocked off balance, which the brute took advantage of by charging the fallen hero.

Fortunately, Tom was there, catching Brute Boris with his metal fist and throwing the larger wolf to the side.

"Need some help?" Allison asked, helping Chat up. "Seems like you're having trouble."

"Nope, I got him just where I want him," Chat said, jokingly. "But seriously, I could use the help."

"Come on then," Allison said. "We don't want Tom to accuse us of goldbricking." With, they leapt back into the fray.

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"What even are these things?!" Carley asked, doing a loop.

She thought she had figured out a good plan. Fly up high where nothing could reach her, then start dive-bombing the bad guys. It was foolproof!

Well it was until that darned Machine started making a bunch of living blobs with bat wings and sharp teeth! The winged rats then started harassing her in the air!

Fortunately, they weren't so smart, and she had managed to get them all to fly into each other and knock them out of the sky for a while.

Catching her breath, Carley took a moment to see what the others were doing. The Lost Ones and Colored Ones had intermingled, locked in a big free-for- all. Every so often, she could see a cartoon fighting a monster. From her vantage, she could see Barley standing on top of an animated chest, using his fishing pole to stay in place. There was also Charley thrashing all four of the Butcher Gang clones, as well as some old guy wearing a can of beans on his head beating the snot out of some Colored One with some kind of crown. And for some reason, Boris was chasing around a giant soup can wielding a equally sized knife and spoon.

On second thought, she probably could guess the reason.

She was brought out of her introspection by the flapping of wings, as more of the bat-things joined her in the air. "Alright, you gwens," she said. "Round two."

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"AIIEEE!" Edgar cried, running as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"VvvrrrrrRRRRRRRRRR!" a taxi monster cried as it barreled down towards its helpless prey.

The demonic taxi that once would have been known as Gaskette*, but now known as Blood Wheel, roared and sped up, closing the gap between her and the spider. Her three eyes were focused on the fleeing Butcher Gang member, not caring who or what she ran over.

Edgar, for his part was weaving and bobbing, going through legs and over obstacles that slowed down Blood Wheel. But the monster car kept going, even following the spider as he went around a corner.

Edgar looked over his shoulder and gulped. "Oh give me a break, you can climb walls too?"

Blood Wheel stopped, realizing that she was vertical on the wall of the cavern. Suddenly, she began scrabbling, trying to get purchase with her wheels. But it was to no use. The cartoon cab fell down, landing upside down and squishing an unlucky Keeper.

Edgar crawled down and watched as the taxi spun her wheels helplessly. He then let out a whoop and pumped a hand. "Yes!" he cried. "I did it!"

His celebration was cut off by the sound of metal snapping, and a large inky hand slamming down near him. He looked to see Blood Wheel's other hand break free from it's restraint, and stick into the wall. The possessed taxi growled as she began the laborious task of dragging her body up the wall.

"Oh come on!" the little spider cried.

"Shut up, Edgar!" came a voice from the other end of the room.

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The Ink Machine looked out upon the fighting, his grin never failing. The poor fools thought they had a chance, but they were playing into his hands. Even if they did seem to have some surprises. He really didn't see the Lost Ones mobilizing.

And he had also lost sight of the daughter of Drew. That could be... troublesome...

"Libré, spread my wings!"

He dodged to the side as a sword pierced the machinery where he had been standing, turning to face the prodigal child of the machine. She was now dressed in a costume, brown pants tucked into riding boots and brown tunic patterned to look like feathers, with a cape and a mask that resembled a bird's eyes and beak, with a hat with a feather on her head, with hair tied up in a bun.

Audrey pulled up her sword, raising it into a fencing stance. "Did you really think you could sit this one out?" she asked, her glowing eyes narrowing.

"Well, yeah," the Ink Machine admitted, drawing a sword of his own out of the ink. "But let it never be said that I don't lower myself to fighting."

With that, the two creations of Joey Drew leapt at each other, swords striking and sending out sparks.

And below them, the battle raged on.

*If his cartoon had ever been released, that is.