#allison pendel

It hasn’t been an hour, and Allison got all the relics to turn on the machine. “Okay that should do it.” Allison whispered after she pulled on the switch. The lights went dim, making the lady frustrated. Allison was walking back to the ink machine room hearing something. Confused she walked towards the entryway seeing it all boarded up. “That’s weird?” Alison walked up closer to the boarded up room trying to see what was going on.

As she got closer a monster version of Alice Angel scared her. Horrified she ran, ran as fast as her legs can take her. She was almost at the door, she was inches near the knob before the floor broke down and she fell down, down below the studio floor.

At the bottom was a large pool of ink, and Allison was deep at the bottom. She swam to the surface, her throat hurt from holding her breath hoping she wouldn’t get any ink in her mouth. Her throat started to heat up, making her swim faster to the surface.

Allison grabbed on to the valve and pulled herself up turning the lever as she drained the ink. Breathing heavily from almost drowning to death from ink she kept on going on her journey, pulling the last remaining valves before finding a new way to get out of here.

“Ow.” Allison whispered. He head started to hurt, maybe from the fall or maybe the ink. Her body started to tremble as she stumbled to the next room that was boarded up on the other side. “Great.” She said in a weak tone. Allison tried to grab the axe, but she was so tired and weak she fell asleep.

“W-What happened? Ow. My head hurts.” Allison groaned. She tried to look for something to grab onto to stand up, but nothing was in reach. She stretched her hand out a bit father and got up, but noticed something was wrong. She saw the axe was a bit higher then usual. Allison jumped to reach the axe grabbing it. She chopped the boards blocking the way and continued walking her way out of the studio.

Walking downstairs she passed by an inky puddle and stopped. Allison was freaking out looking at her body. She was now black and white, had pie cut eyes, a halo, angel wings and a tail. “W-What’s happened to me?” Allison asked looking all over her body. “I-I’m a toon!” She yelled.

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“Listen here, Joey, I can’t okay?! I just... I can’t deal with this routine anymore”

 “What?! We have been doing this for six months! Henry, listen, I know you are working a lot now, but as soon as everything goes live and we receive our income, we will hire more and more artists and you will only tell them what to do!”

 “Like you do to me now, Joey? No, I don’t want this. When we agreed to start this studio, we said we would work in teams. All you do is drink and daydream about stupid things. I made Bendy up, I created his crew, I drew them all for you! Alice, Boris, The Butcher Gang, all the rest of the special characters! But all you do is demand more and more and I don’t have time to myself! I barely see Linda anymore because you keep stealing my time with her and she is pregnant! I have to have income and all you worry about is doing more and more! We have been this six months giving and giving money and not receiving anything back!”

 “Henry, our cartoons are just airing! The toys are already selling! We have a whole team working on that!”

 “A team?! You mean Shawn messing up with the fucking toys and Norman taking more time in the breaking rooms than fixing the tapes! Besides, you hired yet another voice actress to Alice and yet her toys haven’t started selling! Your marketing is horrible and Grant can’t stop complaining about how little money we have left!”

 “Y-you can’t give up now Henry! We are starting to take off! We must persist! We must b-”

 “I swear... that if you say ‘believe’ I will rip your face off”

 The two partners stayed quiet, staring at each other. Joey’s exasperated face slowly darkened.

 “Fine. Leave then. We don’t need you” he said, firmly, and Henry took a second before he nodded.

 “Wonderful. Goodbye, Joey. Good luck” he mumbled and grabbed his already organized box. He walked out of his room, slowly, not looking back, stopping at the door as he opened it, all of his coworkers and employees standing in front of it.

 “A-are you really leaving us, Henry?” Susie mumbled, shakily, and Henry looked at them all slowly, sighing and nodding.

 “Yeah” he said and smiled sadly. “I will miss you guys. We all had a blast together. But I have to find a real job and have a nice family with Linda, yeah?” he talked and walked through the crowd before he stopped and turned to them. “And... if anyone of you even care at this point... take care of Joey please. Don’t let him ruin himself, or you”

 The whole crew nodded.

 Henry smiled and walked to the door, sighing and looking at the posters around the walls. At the last one, he touched Bendy’s face and smiled.

 “I will never forget you buddy” he whispered, and then walked out of the door, out of the studio.

 The light of day shone on him like a great relief.

 Back inside the studio, Joey walked out of Henry’s room, his smile as wide as always, but clearly forced.

 “So, what now boss?” Sammy asked, raising his eyebrow and crossing his arms. “Our last hope for this shitty studio to grow just left”

 “Yes, and our debut Halloween special is just next week” Norman added, showing off the tape on his hand.

 Joey laughed to them and winked.

 “It will all be fine. Now we need to finish and wrap up everything for this special. All the drawings are done so let us continue everything and finish it by tomorrow! Susie, you come with me and Sammy to your next recordings. Norman, up to your booth. Grant, go check our bank for our top secret project. Wally... just keep cleaning I guess. Shawn, back to the toys. I want skeletons as soon as possible. Thomas, take care of those pipes” he said and nodded. “Everyone to your posts! We have no time to lose!”

 “Yeah. We already lost anyway” Sammy mumbled and rolled his eyes, making Norman snort and turn around, walking away as the others scattered around the studio.

 Joey watched all of them quietly, and then looked back at Henry’s room. He frowned and closed the door behind himself. One day, one day, Henry would regret leaving.

 One day.

  “Hey. Norman”

 The projectionist looked over from his projector, raising his eyebrow at Sammy, who walked in slowly, slapping his suspenders against his chest.

 “Yes, Sammy?” he asked slowly, leaning against the wall as the spooky cartoon was projected over the band booth. Sammy hummed and sat on Norman’s chair, watching him for a bit before tilting his head.

 “Henry left a month ago”

 Norman kept his face.

 “Yes. So?”

 “And the only cartoon we see showing around these halls is this spooky cartoon, even though Joey said we could easily continue our work with the drawings Henry had already done”

 “Yes... what is your point?”

 “My point” Sammy started, standing up and walking closer to Norman, cornering the taller man against the wall “is that Joey is extremely worried about this project of his, this top secret project, and he hasn’t started to take care of what is really important, our money”

 Norman hummed.

 “I see... go on”

 “He is building another floor. One very, very deep. Rumors say it will have an elevator to reach it. It will be just under Shawn’s toy department” he said slowly, and Norman leaned closer, suddenly interested. “He is spending more and more money with this... upgrade... and we are buying it Norman! We have been locked in this place for what? Weeks? And he keeps saying that more will come, that this project will change everything... and yet we can’t know about it?”

 “And there is also that new girl... Allison?” Norman continued, and Sammy nodded. “Weirds...”

 “We keep hiring more and more people and we aren’t getting anything back. The man is insane. And yet... we stay. Why?” he asked, and Norman raised his eyebrow again. “I think he might have put a spell on us, Norm”

 “Spell?” Norman chuckled. “Now you sounds insane”

 “No. No I don’t. I can show you buddy, come on” he said, waving his hand and walking out of the booth. Norman frowned but soon followed, confused and slightly, just slightly scared.

 They walked together through the several hallways of the music department, looking around and following a long way. After walking for a while, they reached a hallway blocked away with planks. From one small hole though, Sammy pointed to the room behind it.

 Norman looked at him, and then leaned down, checking what laid behind the planks.

 His eyes widened immediately and he pulled away, looking at Sammy, hands trembling.

 “T-this... is not goods...” he mumbled and Sammy nodded, frowning.

 “No. We need to investigate”

 “Quickly”

  “Awn fucking damn it!” Thomas growled as he tried to fix another pipe, the result being his face and overalls drenched in ink. “Why the heck has Mister Drew built these pipes?!”

 “I wonder that all the time” Wally mumbled as he walked behind Thomas, scrubbing the floor and sighing deeply. “I have never worked so much for so little salary”

 “No kidding” Thomas mumbled and grabbed another screw, trying to screw the pipes together to make the ink stop flowing. Soon, there was a pool of ink under him but the pipe was finally screwed together. “Finally!”

 “I need more cloths...” Wally mumbled, sighing and holding up the drenched cloth he used to clean the floor. “I hate working here”

 “Me too buddy” the repairman mumbled and then looked at Wally, smiling and slapping his shoulder gently. “But hey, think positive! Soon this crap place will be completely abandoned and we can move on! Now come on! We can grab some coffee upstairs!”

 “Yeah” Wally said, a little more optimistic, walking after Thomas and leaving the pool of ink there on the floor. Both friends walked upstairs to the crew room, sitting down and grabbing some coffee. In one of the tables, Shawn seemed focused drawing on a Bendy plushie.

 “Hey there Shawn” Wally said, smiling, and the painter looked up at him, giving him a grin.

 “Heyya! How you boys doin’?” he asked, happily, and the two shrugged, making him laugh. “Yeh, tirin’ day, I agree” he said and looked back down at his plushie. “But good, in the end!”

 “Yes, unless you are drenched in ink” Thomas mumbled and sighed, sipping on his coffee calmly. Shawn looked at him and shrugged while Wally chuckled.

  “Sus-”

 “Shut up”

 Allison flinched at that, staring down at her feet while she thought of something to say.

 “I’m so-”

 “Shut up”

 She sighed, looking at Susie. She was staring right into the wall, face mean and angry.

 Allison had never meant to get Susie’s part. Joey hadn’t even told her they already had someone else who had tried out.

 Besides, this whole ordeal was starting to scare her and she wanted out. She wouldn’t care less if Susie got the part for Alice.

 Allison looked away towards the toys in the corner. She smiled, reaching for a Bendy toy and squeezing it, watching as it squeaked. At least she had some comfort in the toy department. It looked like the less scary part of that dark studio.

 Probably because Shawn was a very nice guy and always made sure to make her smile with his jokes.

 She giggled softly as she thought of him, and then blushed, looking down again and biting her lip.

 Next to her, Susie seemed apathetic.

 She sighed.

  This was worst than hell.

  “Ten thousand, Joey?!” Grant screamed at the owner of the studio, eyes wide. “Are you crazy?! Completely mental?! We didn’t receive even the double of that money for our last cartoon, we have nothing guaranteed for the next month, and you want to spend all of that in a crazy project?!”

 “Yes, of course” Joey said, smiling widely. “Henry prepared everything! All we need to do is build it up and we will be unstoppable!”

 “Unstoppable because we will already be stopped!” Grant growled. “I am not allowing this, Joey! Henry was right, you are insane!”

 “I am not” Joey growled back, suddenly becoming was darker and meaner than ever. Grant’s eyes widened and he stepped back. “If you don’t authorize this, I will close you in this place and you will never get out, I swear!”

 “Joey... you are crazy...” he mumbled and Joey smirked, almost maniacally.

 “No... I am finally sane. And I see all, all possibilities and all paths. My mind is finally clear since that useless boy left. Now, I can achieve my full potential” he smirked and held Grant’s coat. “And you will help me!”

 Grant swallowed thickly.

 There was no way of saying no.

 He was too crazy.