OK. First words, I'm now into a new fandom and you guess it: Bendy and the Ink Machine.

Now don't get mad at me for not updating my RC9GN fics; I do want to but simply can't. I still love RC9GN but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this AU fic of mine.

Sincerely, EvilRandy. :)

On with the show!

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June 5, 1966*

11.00 pm.

It was raining hard outside.

Most people were in their houses, minding their own business as they waited for the rain to stop. However, someone was doing more than any normal work anyone would do.

Inside one of the dimly lit rooms of the shambled building with the board saying "Joey Drew Studios", a man, perhaps in his early 30s, was standing by what seemed like a giant ink machine, inspecting the device to make sure it was in good condition. After a few minutes, feeling satisfied, he went to the machine's nozzle and knelt down. Picking up a paintbrush and dipped it slightly into a suspiciously looking inkwell (which had the common 'skull and crossbones' sign) beside him, he then carefully drew a rather large pentacle on the wooden floor.

Moments later, he wiped the sweat that trickled onto his forehead and smiled at his finished work. "That should do for now," he spoke; his voice echoed through the room. He took out a few candlesticks from his brown vest's pocket and lit them up with his matches before placing each one at the tip of the pentacle.

"Alright, let's get this whole thing started, Joey," he told himself while rubbing his hands together. Getting up, he jogged out of the room and went to the pedestal room, where the six items needed to activate the Ink Machine were.

Upon arriving at the darkened room, he stopped abruptly and slapped his forehead; he forgot to take along the objects with him. "Curses," he muttered under his breath and went back to the Ink Machine room.

He re-entered the room and picked up the items he had asked from his staff one by one: a wrench, a cogwheel, a book written by himself (titled "The Illusion of Living"), a vinyl record, the inkwell he used earlier and a plush toy in a form of a cartoon demon. He paused at the sight of the plushie and his mouth spread into a weak smile.

"Soon, Bendy, you will be alive, just like me," he said softly as he took the plush toy. The grinning face of it made him chuckle a bit. Why wouldn't he?

*flashback*

"Bendy the Dancing Demon". The name for the character he had always loved to draw since he was a young child. Of course, most people mistook it as a cat and he often had to repeat the name over and over again. "It's not a cat," he once told his friends. "It's a demon. Bendy the Demon."

"Yeah, right. We know that already. Well, good luck with your little cat toon, Joey Drew," they would response before bursting into laughter.

"Just you wait. I will prove to all of you that he is a demon. A very nasty one."

*end of flashback*

"This is the day, Bendy. You will be more than just my imagination. Soon, they will know the name 'Joey Drew' and will bow before me!" said the present Joey Drew. "After those years of hardship and challenges, this day has come! You will be brought to life, my little devil darling! You will come to life!" With that, he dashed out and raced once again to the pedestal room. He hastily put each item at its respective place and went to restore the ink pressure from the switch inside the projector room.

As he reached the hallway led to the projector room, a certain cartoon cutout suddenly peeked out at the end of the corridor, startling him and made him froze for a moment. "Oh God," he finally whispered and quickly ran along the hallway. He was soon greeted by a large-sized cardboard cutout of Bendy, which was leaning innocently against the wall.

"Sneaky little demon, aren't you?" Joey said and laughed lightly whilst shaking his head. The Bendy cutout continued to pull out its wide toothy grin at him. He then gently pat it before entering the projector room.

If Joey had been much older, such sound like a VERY LOUD click of a projector being turned on could have gave him quite a heart attack, especially when the said projector switched on by its own. Luckily, he had been familiar with the "paranormal" activities happening in his studio for recent years, so he wasn't actually shocked when he heard the click. He however, almost cursed in the process.

His smile widened even more as he watched a small clip of his cartoon demon bopping up and down on the screen. He sang softly as he waltzed to the ink pressure switch and pressed it on:

"My little devil darling putting on a dance of coming to life

In which he will be more than just a proof that I'm not a moron

He will surprise you in his many ways of devilish gags

Soon people will know me, Joey Drew and his living toon, Bendy the Dancing Demon~"

Joey then hurried back to the pedestal room to pull the main power lever for the Ink Machine to actually work and rushed into the Ink Machine room. He was glad the fire on the candles were still flickering. "Any minute from now," he said happily.

Soon, the room was filled with the creaking of the old pipes that were installed inside the building as ink flowed, the occasional strike of lightning from outside and the sounds of the gears of the Ink Machine roaring to life.

"Arise and hear me, my gods! I have done everything for this ritual to complete! Now, allow this creature of a demon come to existence!" said Joey Drew. A flash of lightning broke into the sky and the loud grumble of the thunder that followed suit was heard as he chanted the words.

Suddenly, his ears caught the faint chime of the clock tower nearby and his eyes widened: it was midnight.

"Midnight," he uttered subconsciously. "Midnight. June 6, 1966."

A bang shook him out of his thoughts and he was astounded to see the Ink Machine was spewing ink out of its nozzle and more;

The sight of a small figure began to rise from the ink puddle inside the pentacle he drew earlier.

Joey could only stare in both horror and fascination as it slowly to take the form of the character he cherished the most and he almost broke into sheer joy.

"That's it, Bendy! Come to me! My gods, you have finally heard me!" he cried with such emotion. "Come to your creator! I've been waiting for you all along!" He held out his hand and the figure did the same; he could feel an almost solid grip on his hand and didn't seem to care that it was starting to be stained with ink.

Another lightning zapped into the dark sky and all of sudden, the ink figure was disintegrating. "No," said Joey, now in pure shock. "No! Bendy, come back! Please! I need you!" But it went on crumpling back into the ink puddle and he swore he could hear a hoarse voice saying his name before falling apart, leaving him staring at the puddle for the longest time he could remember.

"No," he finally spoke. "NO!" He slammed his fist onto the wooden repeatedly. Not only his experiment failed, but his spirit of seeing his own cartoon alive (literally) was diminished as fast as it came. "Why must you do this to me, my gods?" Tears began forming at the corner of his eyes and he sobbed as he continued, "Am I not good enough for this? Or simply because he is a demon?"

Joey went on lamenting about his life and everything that happened within the studio (and pretty much everything). "I guess I am a loony after all, trying to create a living toon," he whispered. He then slowly got up and brushed the tears on his face with his arm. "Goodbye, Bendy," he gazed at the ink puddle and went to leave the room, his studio and his passion, once and for all.

The moment he turned his back, a splotch of ink dripping made him jump. Then a sigh. A very weak one, which made him froze once again. "No, it can't be," he told himself. "He was gone, forever." But the sigh went louder and he simply couldn't hold his curiosity, so he turned around like anyone would do.

Bendy the Dancing Demon was taking his form bit by bit from the puddle.

Ink was still dripping from every limb the cartoon demon had, and Joey was agape as its face began to show up. A few moments later, almost all of the ink toon was complete, except its visage. Seeing that, Joey went from delight to worry. What if Bendy's face a real demon one instead of his lovely pie-cut eyes and a grin as wide as a Cheshire cat?

He turned out being wrong.

Slowly but surely, Bendy's eyes fluttered open and his mouth spread into his trademark grin.

"J-Joey?" the cartoon demon spoke, pretty much in the voice Joey wanted; not too squeaky and quite a sound to his ears, in fact.

The young man was in the bridge of crying again, but he stopped himself and said,

"Welcome to the real world, Bendy."

- just a little bit of my thoughts that Joey created Bendy in the 1960s ;)