BATIM Oneshots ig

Boris and the Ink Machine

Buddy opened the door to the pentagram room, and promptly closed it.

"Nope, nope, not happening. First Mr. Drew invites me back the  place where Dot died in front of me, then I'm stupid enough to go back, then I see Boris made of ink and machines try and rip me apart, then I fall down unimaginable heights, then I see a pentagram."

Buddy inhaled, running a hand through his ink stained hair. And exhaled, the hand he used in his hair now hovering over the doorknob. It was shaking.

"Okay Buddy, just speed walk through the room, and get to the other side. You can do it," and with a burst of confidence, he stepped into the room.

...

So, apparently he can't do it. In fact, he's pretty sure that passing out in the center of it and then refusing to die permanently means that he failed and whatever ancient being succeeded with its master plan.

Actually. It could have been Wally. The nice janitor went insane, probably out of loneliness if the drawings of people on the Walls and being sacrificed as a "friend" to his new lord was anything to some by.

"Errand boy! What is taking so long? All you needed was to take the Artist's various inkwells!" "Twisted Bendy" yelled at him through the PA speaker.

"There are gallons of ink literally everywhere but this exact floor, Of course it's going to take a while!" Buddy yelled back, before realizing his mistake. An ink creature suddenly turned a corner of the god forsaken maze and started running full speed at him. A creature with an animation desk as a head (that must cause some neck pain, Buddy almost felt sorry for it) and the ability to fold itself into a working animation desk for some reason trying to tear you apart with the need to use your blood as a new media for animation was never a very good thing.

With a yelp he ran into the nearest miracle station and slammed the door, hoping to the love of the lord that the Artist will leave him alone.

"Henry doesn't have ink in his inkwells, little twat. Why else would he be trying to kill you?" Sammy spun a screwdriver between his fingers, feet propped up as he awaited the boy's response.

"... That's Henry?!"

Sammy cackled into the mic at the realization. "Ah, the old friend was married to his work, but never mind that, I know you have the last inkwell. Bring it to me! And don't be late."

Now, back when he was seventeen and working for the studio, Buddy was never a sarcastic person. Rather nice in all honesty. But then Dot died and he grew up, he's seen the world evolve and he's evolved with it.

So needless to say he was not the same kid as before.

"And don't be late," he repeated in a mocking voice as he jumped up the stairs. "Yeah yeah you old croon, I got your inkwells."

Alice waved at him, her eyes lightning up as he approached. Buddy had started to call her Dot, like his late friend.

"Hey Dot," Buddy sighed and pressed the up button. He disposed of the inkwells and completed the rest of the tasks, before Sammy deemed him worthy to be sent up to the much safer higher levels.

"I'm gonna make this quick, I remember you Buddy. That gopher, weren't you? Always wanting to become an artist for the studio. Such big dreams... Now, did you really think that I would let you? You have what I need! That- that angel you call Dot, do you have any idea how valuable she is?! I need her! I'll finally be free! And you. WILL. HELP ME!"

"Fuck."

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A demon toon, similar to the appearance to Bendy but taller and with various parts replaced with mechanical parts (Right arm, both legs, a little bit more, she's more machine than toon if Buddy is being honest) was writing on the walls, trying to keep hands on broken formulas.

"Is Lacie your sister?" Buddy asked out of nowhere. Alex stopped sharpening his axe, and turned around in confusion.

"Ah, well, no." He replied, scratching his neck as bendy continued to write on the walls. "I just call 'er that, she reminds me of an old coworker that had a sister-brother relationship with me. Don' remember much, but that's what I r'member. Was terrified of an animatronic, now uses the animatronics ta support our bodies." He pointed to his left arm.

"It's strange now that I think of it."

"Oh yeah? What's strange squirt?"

"Lacie being Bendy, I can understand a bit. I heard her audio log, which sounds masculine. But... Alice is a petite female. You were a large man."

Alex grinned, flexing his muscles. "Well now I'ma buff woman 'parently."

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Nathan stopped to catch his breath, shuddering slightly. Why couldn't Audrey call off the keepers entirely? Joey already told him, or memory Joey, that Audrey couldn't save him, so why are the keepers trying to kill him. A word caught his eye.

Subject 418.

He flicked the switch. A lost one dressed in the old janitor's uniform and with that cap Wally always wore, mopping up an ink puddle despite the constant dripping ink falling into the exact same puddle.

"What?"

Subject 414.

A man, no, a boy? A young boy covered in ink and hair disheveled, drawing on a sketchbook. He knows that boy. But he's not supposed to be that young.

"Buddy?"