It was dark, it was empty, black and cold. An endless wave of nothing in the midst of itself, it wasn't clear or anything. However, they were aware of this and feared it. What had happened? Where were they? Why is everything..no where?

What has happened and why am I like this now?

Why of all things did this have to happen? Awaking in an unknown place with no memory, they couldn't even ask for any direction of where they could be headed—there was nobody there!

Think think why is this happening why am I alone, where is everyone! I know I heard voices and saw people before!

Voices? Did they hear voices before? Hold on…

They silenced themselves, the deafening silence becoming impactful after their inner voice shut it's mouth. A few moments of more silence, they were tempted to break it again before they heard it.

It came without any warning, loud buzzing, yelling and cries of torture and pain, they didn't want to hear it, why did they think this would help?!

Oh god what are they?!

Their defenses told them to run and they tried, wherever to they did not know, trying to escape the black and this well of screaming torture! Where to now, where to out—one could only hope it was near!

They crawled and ran, the voices growing louder, more unbearable, the shaking anxiety ringing through their entire being they felt clogged and started to choke on the nothing.

No! I must escape! Wherever this is, whoever they are!

They fought and fought until—

A large puddle of ink on the wooden floor was broken through, a gasp of air from the struggling being escaping it. They clawed the broken floorboard, blindingly grasping for freedom.

"H-Hagh..haaagh..haagh!" they gasped, once they finally broke free.

They had freed themselves from the ink.

The voices had dumbed away into silence once more, only a few small sounds of a broken light, the air, and the dim whirring of a machine.

"N..nn…g…" they groaned, rubbing their eyes and cupping their face..feeling round cheeks, very flat too.

They then opened their eyes, for possibly the first time, to look at the world surrounding them. They seemed to be in a dimly lit room, only one light source that revealed several wooden furniture including stools, some chairs, and paper on a table.

"Where…is this?" they asked, hands still on their face, then they saw their hands…which were cloaked in a white glove, "H..Huh?"

They gaped at their hands, turning them over, black ovals on the back of the gloves—what kind of hands were these?

Not to mention, their skin, it was pitch black—they poked their arm, tracing down to their chest and neck…except their was none.

"H-Huh?!" they exclaimed in surprise, finding nothing that connected their head to their body, they tensed and passed their hand through the empty space—their head fell off, "AH!"

Their head plopped down onto the floor, they then had a chance to gaze at their entire headless body, in shock at how it was still standing without it. "What..am I?" they asked, rather confused and in shocked horror.

Their body was entirely black, their neck was nonexistent, they had big shoes that looked good for dancing—and a bit big for regular feet—and a white bow tie to cover up the missing space between the body and their head.

"E-Errr…" they muttered, rather weirded out by their appearance, especially since the body was looking for their other half.

They got their head back onto their self and pat it as if to secure it..and felt pointed tips at the top of it, like horns, "Ugh! What is this?! Why is this happening to me?!"

They saw the ink puddle they escaped from and peered into it and the shock clearly ran through their face—they looked like a cartoon.

"W-What..in the world?"

A creature burst from the puddle, the toon shrieked and backed away, the thing crawling and moaning as it got close.

"S-Stay back..stay back!" the toon yelled.

The inky figure moaned and grasped towards him, the toon grabbed a chair and used it against it, it melted into ink.

The toon shook, peering down and opening one of their eyes, to ensure it wouldn't get back up again. They stayed their it seemed, under the chair.

Another chair was placed on the puddle for good measure, the toon waited to make sure nothing came out, they occasionally saw movement but the chairs kept them from escaping. "G-Good..t-that's good…at least…"

They looked at themselves, unsure of who..or what they were…maybe if they looked around at this place…they would find out.

They saw a door and walked towards it, only to be pulled back onto the floor, "Ack!" A groan of pain came from their mouth, looking up to see what happened. It appears, that this thing they were, had a tail.

They released it from the sharp corner of the desk, looking at it in their hand, it had an arrow shaped tip..almost like a devil, "Devil..? Am I a devil…wait..do devil's have this?"

Before pondering on how they knew this..they figured they should explore the place…they walked out the door and looked around.

The place seemed big, there were a set of stairs that lead up to a second level..with doors up there…and more stairs. The toon looked beside it, there was a station that had a button to press, right next to bars of a bottomless cage. "Strange…" they uttered. They looked around them, they saw a station, about the size of a person, able to fit someone inside with a horizontal hole to peer through. The toon peered inside to find a small tight space to hide in, again, weird.

What was also weird was the markings on it, it read "Miracle Station" and there was a halo drawn in ink right on the door. "What's supposed to happen in here?" they pondered.

They looked up the stairway and began to step up and see what they can find out, and they found a poster, and two doors, one marked gents and the other ladies with devil horns on the gents, and a halo on ladies. "Gents..? What does that mean…gentlemen? Man?" they thought.

Were they male?

"Hmm," they pondered, they did sound like a man…right? Is this what a man sounds like? "I guess…so…"

He then peered over to the posters, and saw…himself with another toon.

"Bendy and Boris..go to hell in a hand basket," he read, looking at the familiar little demon on the poster—was that him?

"I'm…a cartoon?" he thought, "Am I..Bendy?"

There was a slight noise, and Bendy tensed.

The sound was a low growl, and it didn't sound friendly either.