Chapter 1

The conductor raised his hands up and the orchestra began to play. She watched from her booth quietly and followed the song along with her book. The music was very light and peaceful, with just a little bit of swing in it. Humming the tune and singing it's lyrics in her head. She took it in for it was perfect according to her taste; however, it came to abrupt end when the conductor suddenly yelled.

"STOP! Just stop. Which one of you violins is behind?"

The three violinist looked at each silently questioning amongst themselves. To which the conductor just rubbed his forehead, and grumbled at them. One of them decided to speak up.

"Relax man, we're only doing a rehearsal."

"WELL, Stupid cartoon music doesn't make itself you know. I got better things to do than this."

"Like what?"

As the men bickered and accused each other, the edges of her sight grew darker. Until it, all became pitch black and faded away from her. She slowly opened her eyes, well her one good eye. It was blurry for a minute as she sat up. Her vision becoming as sharp as the pain that rammed into her skull. Having a halo stuck in it did wonders for giving her a headache.

Alice rubbed her head a little, before flinching in pain and withdrawing her hand. The full left side of her face was scarred and dipped down ink. Making it incredibly sore and raw to touch. The ink from her hand and face dipped a little. A big glob of it spilled into the dip of her mouth, and she cringed. Ahh, great.

Being made of ink, this often happened. Yet, for some reason, it felt unnatural. For as long as she could remember she was made of ink. So she should be used to it, right?

"GET GOING WE HAVE TO FIND MORE INK!"

The yelling snapped her out of her daze. She stopped thinking and replied back to herself.

"I'm going, I'm going."

"I NEED INK!"

"I know, it's just…"

She pressed her hands together uneasily letting the ink mixed for a moment.

"JUST WHAT? STOP LAYING AROUND AND GET GOING! THE MORE TIME WE'RE IN HERE, THE MORE TIME WE'RE WASTING."

"We'll be fine, we have all the time in the world."

"GET UP!"

"Fine."

Alice got to her feet in a huff and started towards the door of her room. Before leaving the recording booth, she listened carefully and looked around for any ink flooding the floor. Releasing it was safe she quietly made her way back to the toy store floor. As she walked, she started to regret leaving the booth. For some reason, it was familiar and comfortable to her. Like somehow she belonged to it and it was where she needed to be. However, in this ink abyss of a studio, no source of comfort came without a risk.

Which was why she trying to be quiet, for the recording booth was in the Ink Demon's territory. If she was ever caught by him, he could do such horrible things to her. He could touch her, and then she would…...She couldn't go back to that. So she was extra careful when in his domain, and made sure to leave the cardboard cutouts of him alone. No matter how much she wanted to rip them apart.

After traveling for what seemed to be hours, she finally made it to the elevator and pressed a button. Listening to the elevator's shrieks and groans made her a bit uneasy. Knowing that she was a few snapping cables before taking a plunge into hell instead of her heaven. When it reached her floor, she basically ran out of it. Her relief was cut short though by someone's moans. She quickly got behind a wooden pillar and looked around her domain. Seeing no danger immediately, she walked cautiously to her workstation. Passing over the boards that kept her from falling into the ink pool with the rest of her 'patients'. Butcher gangs and Borises filled and surrounded it. She then made a dash to her operation room.

Once inside Alice slammed the door behind her, and grabbed her tool and weapon. A device she had found a long time ago near the ink machine. She was glad she grabbed it then, before being driven deeper underground by Bendy. While it was oddly shaped, it made collecting and ejecting herself with ink much easier. Taking a second to get herself together, she left to hunt down the creature. Things were quiet, too quiet for her taste. Soon, the sound of heavy feet echoed down the hall to her ears. She moved closer to the hall's sharp turn right and watched as the creature's shadow started to show as well. Redding her weapon she waited for its turn, and once it came into view. She slammed her tool down on its head and let the ink fly. Once more she kept pulled back and then started beating it mercilessly until it collapsed.

It took a minute for her blind burst of rage to subside before she realized who was hitting. She gripped her tool tighter, somehow, and ground her teeth together (well the ones she had). She was hoping for a swollen one, but instead, she had beaten up a Piper. Grumbling to herself she dragged the Butcher Gang's member along. He may not have been what she wanted but she could put him some good use. She took him with her to the operating room and threw him inside.

Walking over to her operation table she decided to get to work. She had just gotten herself another Boris last night but had taken a short break to go to the recording booth. It was one of the rare occasions that Bendy had been making his rounds elsewhere. Now that she had two 'patients' though, she had to get rid of one of them. She pulled out her scissors and a pocket knife, that she found around the building, and got to work. She cut out everything that she deemed perfect, then pushed his corpse off the table. Putting the only good parts, in her opinion, in a container for now.

She dragged the knocked out Piper and heaved him onto her table. She strapped him down and made sure that they were tight. Exchanging one body for another, it was the Boris who had the honor of once more being dragged by her. He wasn't going to go far though. Alice simply took him a hall down and threw his corpse into the ink pool. She watched him sink under the ink and deep into the seemingly endless pit. She would always deny it, but a small part of her felt somewhat bad. Returning to her room she gazed over at her 'friend'. Some creatures or someone's footsteps creaked and echoed from above her little bit of guilt, perhaps, was suddenly overcome with anger.

"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU COME AND TAINT MY HOME!"

She towered over its unconscious body.

"YOU COULD HAVE TOUCHED AND LIKE HIM AND-AND TAINTED ME! FOR THAT YOU WILL PAY! AS SOON AS YOU AWAKE YOU'LL REGRET EVER ESCAPING THE INKIE PUDDLES!"

After screaming at his body for a little longer, she was finally able to calm down and get to work. Alice picked up her ink tool and weapon, before grabbing the jar full of Boris's remains. She walked over the other side of the room and stood in front of her minor. It was cracked and broken throughout most of it, but it was the only mirror she could find. She opened the jar and took out the pieces of the face she had removed. Using the last bit of ink she had from the swollen ones, she attached the skin to her own.

The swollen one's ink was perfect for mixing in that of others, and she always made sure to use it. She carefully folded the ink together with her hands and shaped the skin to fit her needs. Finally done she removed her hands completely and admired her work. Alice had built more onto the left side of her face, creating a border between her eye, and mouth. Hopefully, I can avoid having parts of an eye in mouth now. Yes, the eye was now a black hole in her head, and she didn't have enough ink to full reshape that side of her mouth. But at least, she could tell visibly what was what. The sound of the ink pipes started up and started to leak, with the footsteps echoed once more. What is going on up there? She stared up at the ceiling as if she could see through the wood. Looking away after a minute, she noticed her tool's ink level.

She may have fixed one of her face problems, but now she was out of the perfect ink. She groaned a little at the thought of having to go hunt more of them in Bendy's domain. Before she could think much more about it though, the room started to leak ink. Suddenly, as far as she could see every room's ceiling was covering and dripping with it. She was used to Bendy spreading ink but never before had she seen so much of it bleed through the boards. Someone's mad. The footsteps came echoing back but now were faster and heavier. A loud snap of a board rang out along with a loud thump of some heavy object hitting the ground. Alice stayed quiet and listened for anything else. After a few minutes, the footsteps came back and with some boards breaking, it faded away.

I've never heard anything like that before. Something was happening, something was going down, and something was here now. Perhaps, it was someone. Whatever, it was her curiosity was peaked. Alice was going to find, and use it to benefit her.

Author's Note- Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you think. This story will be updated every Saturday.