Sammy Lawrence

Sammy Lawrence set yet another cutout near the pentagram, muttering to himself about how this was more ridiculous than Joey's last "experiment". He turned to face the man himself and shook his head.

"This'll work, Sammy, I can feel it," Joey said. His voice was corrupt, and it had been since his first experiment. He reached an inky hand out and patted Sammy on the shoulder. "Now we just need to wait."

Sammy didn't feel right about this. In fact, he didn't feel right about any of Joey's experiments. And of all people to experiment on...

He and Joey stood in silence for a while. All that was heard were the occasional drips of ink and ragged breathing from Joey. Sammy finally moved and set Joey's old tape in the corner. Henry would surely play it, activating the ritual.

"I'll be back," Joey mumbled, then disappeared through a large blot of ink in the wall. It bubbled mournfully.

Sammy waited for Joey's return. He was growing uneasy thinking about the poor soul that was going to be imprisoned here. It was going to be his old work partner, and his best friend. Was his best friend. But that was thirty years ago, and it was useless to look into the past when it could ruin his future. He needed to please Joey. This was his last chance. Nothing could prevent this.

It felt like hours until Sammy heard a scream, then a loud crash. Joey then entered the room from the ink blot and pulled Sammy in. He put his finger to his maniacal smile. Looking through the thin parts of the ink, Sammy could see someone enter the room. It was the subject. Sammy began shivering in fear as Joey hissed in his ear.

Henry Stein

Henry hurt all over, in places he never knew he had. He swore he should have died from that high of a fall. He was covered in ink, and its smell made him gag. He gripped his axe tightly and stood. The floor was flooded in ink, which made it hard to walk. Henry looked up through the hole he'd fallen through, which was an estimated fifty-some feet. He found a valve and turning it made the ink drain. Now he could move on.

Henry walked through a small corridor, slowing down to look at the old posters, but stopped when he saw writing. He will set us free. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. He continued through the dark hall and opened an old wood door. To his amazement, the room was bright with candlelight, unlike any other. There were multiple Bendy cutouts that lined the walls, along with ink-drawn pentagrams.

Jeez, Joey, what were you doing? he thought. Seeing a tape, he pressed play, only to hear Joey Drew's loud voice.

"For those who are listening, here's how to make a dream become reality," it droned. Henry decided to keep listening. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

"The key is to keep trying, no matter how many times you fail. Though, you might find that you'll fail more than you'll succeed."

"Must be another one of his inspirational speeches," Henry whispered. But as he went to turn the tape off, the candlelight grew brighter. Henry felt the air around him grow cold and dry.

"You see, when my partner Henry and I created Bendy, we failed a couple times to get his form right, shaping him into the little devil darlin' we know today."

Henry rose his axe to destroy the tape, but the ink on his hands made it slip and fall to the ground. He went to run away, but it seemed like the ink glued his feet to the spot, and he tripped and fell. Ink got in his mouth and he coughed, almost choking. Joey's voice was drowned by a loud buzzing, and Henry was beginning to feel terrible. He could barely keep his eyes open. He felt strange, sick to his stomach. He screamed loudly, but it was drowned out by inky gargling. The last thing he saw was the creepy grin of a Bendy cutout before he blacked out.

Sammy Lawrence

Sammy slipped off his mask to watch the ritual. He felt terrible. Joey was breathing rapidly in excitement. Sammy couldn't help but flinch when he heard Henry's screams. There was a blinding flash, then silence.

Joey smiled grimly. He turned to Sammy. "Make sure he doesn't get away like the last two," he growled, then disappeared through the darkness. Sammy shuddered. The rancid scent of ink still remained... but it wasn't from Joey.

Sammy passed through the ink and froze. Laying on the floor in Henry's spot was Bendy. The first perfect version of Bendy reanimated through Joey's rituals. Sammy felt even worse. He crouched down next to Henry's new form and sighed. It was done, and there was no turning back. The least he could do was protect Henry from Joey and the others, hide him away with Wally and Edgar.

Henry shifted, making Sammy jump. He would take him to the hideout, where Joey would never find him. No matter what the Demon would do to him, Sammy would do anything to protect the poor souls trapped here. With a final glance at the ink blot, Sammy picked up Henry and made his way to the hideout, dreading what would happen if Joey ever knew what he did.

Joey Drew

Joey felt happier than he'd been in several years. He gleefully strode, or limped, through the studio towards his lair. It seemed like nothing could stand in his way, but in the back of his mind he hoped that Lawrence wouldn't betray him again.

Losing me that perfection will cost him more than his soul, he thought. After all, he promised Susie his experiments, and Joey didn't break promises. Even malicious, hell-bent ones. He passed by many words written on the walls, dozens of people praying that he would set them free.

Keep praying, Joey thought at the back of his head, 'cause it'll never happen.