"Okay gang." said Falcon, "We need to get 6 items! We need a Bendy plush, The Illusion of Living by Joey Drew, an ink bottle, a cog wheel, a wrench, and a music record." They all stared at him. "I wouldn't make this up if I could." They all split up.

When they regrouped in the strange room, Falcon placed the objects on their pedestal. He tried to pull the lever put it still wouldn't budge. He then noticed a blinking light that said Ink Pressure Low. "We still have to return the ink flow." Falcon told them. "Twi, come with me. The rest of you wait here until the ink flow is restored." Twilight and Falcon walked through the Warehouse. It took many twists and turns. While traveling, Twilight and Falcon came across an old tape recording.

At this point, I don't get what Joey's plan is for this company. The animations sure aren't being finished on time anymore. And I certainly don't see why we need this machine. It's noisy, it's messy. And who needs that much ink anyway.
Also, get this, Joey had each one of us donate something from our work station. We put them on pedestals in the break room. To help appease the gods, Joey says. Keep things going.
I think he lost his mind, but, hey, he writes the checks.
but I tell you what, if one more of those pipes burst, I'm out of here.

Twilight was about to speak but Fal put up a hoof to hush her. "Let's just finish this and turn on the machine." He said. When they reached the room they found a button that said 'FLOW' on it. When he pushed it, in the other room, the light stopped flashing. They pulled the lever and a suspicious whirring filled the warehouse.

Back in the room, all of the ink of the pipes burst out and something odd appeared. It was the dancing demon himself, Bendy! Twilight and Falcon looked at each other then at Bendy. Bendy looked between the two. He then started dancing a funny jig.

They have sent you a letter
to come back, home to play.
But to your dismay
this isn't your day.
For the happy fun times have begun to fade.
Watch as we reanimate.
Our corpses you abandoned.
We were dismantled
Mishandled.
But we won't be skipped and swayed!

Trapped within these walls,
you left our souls to drip away!
The ink decays
the walls at bay
but the reckoning has come today
you say.
Boris has no guts
'cause you replaced it with mechanical strain!
We've been tortured
but we move forward!
This disorder kills your da-a-ay!

I am alive!
IMMORTALIZED!!!
You're the creator
you traitor!
Hey!
There's no vaccine,
to cure our dirty needs.
For now you must,
Build up our Machine you die tonight!
Doo-do-do-doo, do-do, do-d-d-doo (Tonight) (Doo part again.) Build up our machine you die tonight!
Baa-b-b-baa, bada bade b-baaa
Tonight!
Build up our machine you die tonight!

(I'd insist pausing here, but it will continue!)
"We have to warn the others!" Falcon yelled. "RUUUUUUUUUUN" They ran back to the others in the room. Ink was pour down the walls and while they were running, they noticed that Boris wasn't in his room. They decided that they had bigger fish to fry so they ran on.

"Um Twi, Fal?" asked Rainbow Dash, "What's wrong, heh, you look like we saw a ghost."

So you found all the pieces,
to initiate the pain!
Our venom stains.
The night remains.
But the ending's always just the same!
No gain.
Nod your head(s) to the beat of death
as you draw your last eternal breath.
Sensations.
Of an invasion.
Start to course right through your veins!

You say we have no brains
We're just cartoons for your portrayal.
To tell some tale
about a boat and sail
but sure
it's inevitably unveils the fail!
Splashes of eternal hate will flood the floor and clean your slate
NOW WE'RE THE TOOLS!
AND YOU'RE THE FOOL!
Our nightmare domina-a-ates!

I am aware,
That your soul is now divi-i-ine!
We care to not toil with unbroken chains
So don't toil with ours
Like he did to our shining staaaars (like our shining sta-a-rs)
So prepare for adventure! we're a whole new creature from the darkest side
You can't take away the pain we feel
Created as monsters
That come to life
Come back to life!

They reached the ink machine but found it boarded up with Bendy on the other side.

So you've come to the end now,
alive but dead inside
The heart beats loud you've joined our crowd,
we are but punished serpentines
Your life with him was fun
but now the terror's only just begun
Now come with me.
And you will see.
WE'RE A NEW BORN SIYANI-I-IDE!!!

I am alive!
Immortalized
You're the creator
You traitor
Hey!
There's no vaccine
To cure our dirty needs
For now you must
Build up our machine
You die tonight
I am alive!
Immortalized
You're the creator
You traitor
Hey!
There's no vaccine
To cure our dirty needs
For now you must
Build up our machine
You die tonight!
Doo-do-do-doo, do-do, do-d-d-doo (Tonight) (Doo part again.) Build up our machine you die tonight!
Baa-b-b-baa, bada bade b-baaa (CREATED AS MONSTERS THAT COME TO LIIIIIIIIIIIFE)
Tonight

They reached the end of the hallway but came to a locked exit door. "WHY IS IT STILL LOCKED?!" Falcon yelled. Then Bendy ran right at them and they all screamed.

Build up our machine
You die tonight!

As he finished singing, the gang fell down into a trap door, landing in a small pool of ink. "I-is every pony ok?" asked Falcon.

"Uh let's do a role call. Twilight? (Here) Rainbow? (Here) Applejack? (Here) Fluttershy? (um, here) Rarity? (Here) and Pinkie? (Here-aroony!) Great! We're all here!" Just then, Falcon spotted an axe and a boarded up corridor. "Let's see where this goes." He began to chop away wood.

He the reached a room filled with coffins and the mark of the beast on the floor. "What the?"

The Ink Machine

by Falconwolf1116

Chapter 1 Part 3