AN: So I've been wanting to do a story like this for the ask-joeydrewstudios au for a while now. And since I've finally got a Bendy of my own, I can do it! ITT au is mine.

Chapter 1:

Joey worked carefully and precisely as he put the final touches on the ritual circle. He really shouldn't be doing this. After the last few… incidents… Henry and the others had banned him from doing any sort of magic for a few weeks (They knew it was impossible to stop him from using magic forever), but there was something he just had to do first. Ever since he had become aware of the other dimensions, Joey couldn't help but think about his counterparts. Most of them had little or no compassion for those around them, so as far as Joey was concerned, most of them could rot in hell. While it was saddening was to know that he was one of the few counterparts that could be considered a good guy, what really nagged at Joey was all the people that his counterparts hurt, especially his toons. His toons, specifically Bendy, always seemed to be the ones that got the most cruelty from his counterparts and it hurt him to know just how much pain they were in. He wanted to help them somehow. To find some way to ease their pain.

Unfortunately, Joey knew he'd never be able to help all the different versions of his toons, there were simply too many and it would take several lifetimes to help them all. But if he could just help a few of them, Joey would be able to ease the ache in his heart. That's what this ritual was for and after months of putting it together, it was finally ready. This ritual should give the Bendy in a nearby dimension the help he needs, whatever that help may be. And with everything set up, Joey began to chant.

Everything seemed to go well at first. The candles flared as the ritual circle began to glow with a yellow light. But as he continued, Ink started bubbling up from the painted lines and forming a large blob in the center. Joey was concerned about this turn of events but kept going. He knew from experience that an incomplete ritual could be far more dangerous than an incorrect ritual. As the final lines faded from the air, the candles dimmed and the ink became solid, turning into a curled figured. The figure stirred slowly and uncurled to reveal another Bendy. This Bendy seemed slightly taller than Joey's own little devil and one horn was longer than the other. And… was that his spine showing through on his back?

The other Bendy hadn't noticed Joey yet as he had sat up with his back to him. How was he here? The ritual was supposed to only send help he needed, not bring him here. In fact, Joey had taken precautions that nothing form the other dimensions would be able to come through, as he knew how dangerous some of the dimensions could be.

"So what went wrong?" Joey wondered, glancing down at his spellbook. Lost in his thoughts as he was, Joey didn't notice how the other Bendy had stiffened at the sound of his voice before his ink began to bubble and grow. Joey heard a deep menacing growl and barely had time to look up before he was slammed into the floor with a large hand clamped around his throat.

Joey gasped, having had the wind knocked out of him by the impact, as he stared at what the other Bendy had transformed into. He was very tall but incredibly thin. Ink dripped down over his face, only showing what seemed to be a permeant grin. Inky shadows spread out from this now monstrous Bendy, this Ink Demon, making the room dark and giving off a dangerous aura. Joey's heart was beating so fast and loud, he swears it could be heard throughout the whole room.

After a few terrifying minutes, Joey realized that while the hand around his throat was firm, it wasn't suffocating or even tight. This was good because it means the Ink Demon wasn't actually trying to kill him, just keep him subdued. Maybe there was a way Joey could reason with him and get out of this mess.

"I know you've been through a lot, but I'm not the Joey that you know." Joey babbled on, trying to explain exactly what had happened. But even for how much his horns twitched and wriggled, it didn't seem like the Ink Demon was listening to him. "So if you could just let me go…"

That got the Ink Demon's attention as he growled again and tightened his grip for a brief instant, shutting Joey up. Well… this was going to be a problem… While the Ink Demon wasn't going to kill him, he also wasn't going to let him go, leaving them in a bit of stalemate. Unless something happened soon, they were going to be stuck like this for a long time. Almost as if to answer Joey's thoughts, the door suddenly swung open.

Both Joey's and the Ink Demon's heads snapped to the door to see who had come in. Standing in the doorway was Henry, pausing in whatever he had been about to do as he took in the scene before him. The two sides remained frozen for a few moments as they stared at each other before Henry sighed in exasperation and gave Joey a tired glare.

"Alright Joey, what did you do this time?"