The Curse of being a fan

Chapter 1: The Curse of my own doing.

--This is told as if a child navigate the first chapter of the game, with some modifications that allows me to flow the story a bit better. Z --

I had always been a fan of Bendy. He was my child hood in a nutshell, well he still is a part of my child hood, I'm only 14 after all. The studio was abandoned as I made my way through the shallow desolate halls stained with ink at every turn. It was almost as if I was navigating a maze with how many dead ends I found.

A carboard cutout fell over startling me

SAMMY

AHH! Oh...Its a cutout.

I pick it up and look at it and smile back at the figure smiling at me

SAMMY

It's Bendy! Hi! Hehe. I miss you guys. Maybe I'll take one of these home with me on the way out.

I continue to navigate the halls and find the infamous Ink Machine.

SAMMY

I wonder if it still works. Wouldn't hurt to try, just need to find the power.

I look up and follow the power wires to the power switch. I pull it but nothing happens apart from a warning.

SAMMY

Low...flow? Maybe something is broken. I did see something odd earlier, maybe I need those.

I continue my wander around the building and find 6 odd items. A Bendy Doll, A spanner, A book called "The illusion of living", A cog, An Ink Well, and A Record and placed them on the correct places in the machine and the flow warning dissappears and I pull the switch and it starts and a count down shows.

SAMMY

5 Minutes? Great...

I walk about hearing the Ink flow and walk into a new area and see a sight that at first I couldn't I belive. One of my beloved heros, sliced open.

SAMMY

B...BORIS!

I run towards the body unable to believe myself.

SAMMY

The rumors were right, they were living. But that means!

I start to call out loudly for the star of the show

SAMMY

BENDY! BENDY! HELP!

That may have been a mistake because all I heard was this massive crash and a unsettleing gurgle and at the end of the hall, my hero. No. Surely not.

???

The creators....Lied To us..

His voice was broken, corrupted. This wasn't the Bendy I knew. Something was up with him. The figure looked as if it was bleeding Ink from everywhere but on his face was Bendy's signiture smile.

SAMMY

Bendy?

My voice shook, tears rolling down my face as I see my hero's in this, horiffic, nightmareish state. The figure reacted to the name and straightend up a little.

???

The creators....The Traitors...

The smile was slowly getting consumed by Ink. But this wasn't Bendy. Not my Bendy. So I ran, but I made a wrong turn and went deeper into this building of horrors. As I made my way down stairs into deeper levels tears streaming down my face all I heard was a loud harrowing cry of anguish, Bendy, or whoever that figure was and just found the remains of his partner in crime. Boris the wolf.

SAMMY

I have to run. I got to get aw...

I tripped and fell down the stairs to the basement and hit my head. The world faded to back as what I presumed where the figure's cries echoed throughout this structure. And through my own soul....