Bendy woke up and stretched. He had slept in the room where he was created, where the Ink Machine sat. His friend, Joey, had put a window in the room, so that Bendy could see the beauty of nature, could hear the birds chirping and see the sun rising and setting each day. He had also bought a bed for him to sleep on. But, then Joey had said that there was a catch: He couldn't leave the building.

It was for Bendy's own safety, Joey had said as Bendy snuggled into him on the bed. Bendy had tried to object, of course, but Joey had his mind made up. The Ink creature had become like a son to the man, and he had made it is duty to keep him safe.

If he were to go out and explore, Joey had told him, people wouldn't understand what he was. They wouldn't know his intentions, they may even try to hurt him. "Why would they do that, Joey?" Bendy had questioned, "I'm not a bad person. I like to help people." Joey had sat him down and explained it to him.

"There are bad people in this world, Bendy. People who have malicious intentions for others. Murderers and thieves, though the majority of people are kind-hearted and friendly."

"Like me?"

Joey smiled, "Yes, Bendy. Like you."

The Ink Demon sat in his room, thinking back to this time. It had been happier times, then. He had been happier. Now… he just wasn't. Not ever, not anymore.

A/N: I've been wanting to write a BATIM story for a while. I will write more of this if you would like me to. I'd love to hear your thoughts.