AN: Was in the mood to work on some Ink Falls.

Bendy Hell

Stan cautiously approached the darkened doorway with the little ink twins followed close behind him. He wished he had a weapon to help him face whatever dangers lay ahead, but sadly his last one was lost somewhere in the elevator wreckage. As the trio walked through, their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, letting them see a warehouse-like area full of old carnival games and props for the amusement park that never came to be.

"Why didn't you two set up base here?"Stan said as they went down the stairs and started passing by the booths and shelves. "Sure, the games would get a little old after all these years but they'd still be something fun to do."

"We never really got the chance to," Dipper explained, adjusting the hat between his horns. "We were to busy trying to survive at first and this area was too big to keep secure."

"And by the time Dipper got good enough at wards to keep something this big safe, it was already Gideon's territory," Mabel added, sticking her tongue out in disgust at the name.

"Who's Gideon?" Stan asked.

"This creep that wants to make me his queen," the little angel complained. "No matter how many times I tell him to get lost or try and shoot him with my crossbow, he doesn't get the hint!"

"We don't really remember why he was in the studio before the Inkcident, but he's practically Bill's second in command now," Dipper warned, looking at the shadowed corners suspiciously. "He has lots of minions and follows and even some influence over the ink. He definitely knows we're here and is probably setting up some sort of ambush. We'll have to watch our steps extra carefully."

"As if this place wasn't already a death trap to begin with," Stan sighed. "And you're sure your friends are through here?"

"Yeah," Dipper nodded. "They left a few days before we found you to do more exploration of the lower levels and aren't supposed to be coming back to our main safe house for another week. We should be able to meet them no problem."

"You are going to love them!" Mabel gushed. "Soos is so funny and great at fixing things while Wendy is just the coolest! She can clear a hallway full of enemies in minutes!"

"They sound great," Stan said, distracted a little by their surroundings. "It seems the only way through is through the haunted house, but we need to find some way to power it."

The three looked around for clues, figuring out with the help of a recording they needed to play the games to open the first door. It was pretty easy to sneak past the Butcher Gang clones as Mabel was great at distraction them. But they were in for a surprise when the ride in storage transformed into a fighting robot with a human face and a southern accent.

"Hot Belgium Waffles!" Stan shouted, scooping up the twins and barely dodging the arm that tried to crush them. "What is that thing?!"

"I think that was Ford's old assistant!" Dipper shouted over the noise. "I… I think he helped build the rides and the main ink machine! Looks like the ink drove him crazy!"

"How do we stop him?" Mabel wondered fearfully as they ducked under a swipe.

"It looks like those bolts are week points!" Dipper said, looking the machine over. "If we take out the ones acting as his knees, we should be able to bring the whole thing down!"

"You kids figure out how to do that," Stan said, putting the twins down. "I'll keep him distracted!"

Stan ran around, dodging as best as he could and yelling to keep the focus on him. The twins used Mabels grappling hook to latch onto the robot and pull themselves to its knee joints. They clung onto the legs with all their might as the pried the blots of. The robot began to stumble and then collapsed completely, landing with a mighty crash. Stan coughed as dust and debris filled the air.

"Dipper? Mabel?" Stan called in concern, crawling over the broken machinery for any sign of the twins. He let out a sigh of relief when he found them pretty battered but alive. He carefully cradled them in his arms and went back to the main part of the warehouse.

"You kids alright?" Stan asked, setting down on a pile of sacks while looking over their injuries.

"We're alright Uncle Stan," Mabel assured, trying to give a smile only for it to turn into a wince. "We're tougher than we look!"

"We also heal a lot faster than you," Dipper added, holding up his arm where a deep cut had already stoped dripping ink. "A small rest and maybe some ink and we'll be as good as new."

"Then you two just stay here while I get the last switch," Stan concluded, rising to his feet. The twins protested but couldn't really stop him, allowing Stan to head to the last room. The Projectionist monster was roaming around and Stan had to sneak around the trains. He managed to get up to the second floor without being detected and flipped the switch up there, but on his way back to the exit he was spotted.

Stan ran as fast as he could through the ink, but he was not nearly as fast as the Projectionist. He managed to scramble up the stairs and was about to hide in a Little Miracle Station when he was caught. Blinded by the bright light in his face, Stan was sure he was going to die when a crash came from the side. Something come in and ripped the Projectionist off of Stan and began to fight it. The fight was over by the time Stan finished blinking the spots from his eyes, giving him a clear view of the triumphant Ink Demon holding the Projectionists severed head.

"Looks like you owe me one Ink Well," Bill grinned at the human, casually tossing the head aside. The Ink Demon looked different than when Stan last clearly seen him. He dripped less ink, his bow tie was clean and crisp white and what seemed to be a yellow coat was starting to emerge on his chest. His one visible eye seemed to be glowing brighter as he looked at Stan.

"Why'd you save me?" Stan couldn't help but ask in surprise and suspicion. There was no way this devil would do something like that without a reason.

"Same reason I lured you here with that postcard," Bill replied. "I need you to break the binding ritual keeping me trapped here. If you do, I'll be sure to reward you handsomely."

"Like I would ever trust you to keep up your end the deal!" Stan shot back. "I will never free you! So just crawl back into whatever hole you came from and rot for all I care!"

"You don't want to get on my bad side Ink Well," Bill replied, his ever-present grin becoming more menacing. "After all, if you don't help me willingly, I'll be forced to take more drastic measures to persuade you. It's obvious you've gotten very attached to a certain set of inkblots after all."

Stan felt his blood run cold as the Ink Demon alluded to the twins that were just in the next room. He couldn't let something happen to them. They've been through too much already.

"Any just think about it," Bill said, beginning to leave through a portal in the wall. "But don't take too long as my offer of a reward for helping me does have a time limit. In the meantime, have fun tangling with my second in command. Whatever the outcome, it'll be fun to watch!"

The moment the Ink Demon was gone, Stan bolted back to the main warehouse where the twins were sitting right where he left them. He couldn't help but hug them close, relieved that they were okay. He had made them a promise to help get them out of the studio and Stan intended to do it. No matter the cost, he would keep them safe.