This has been on my mind since I went to watch the film Venom and I wanted to fuse it with Bendy as I think it'll turn out to be a fun idea and I kinda wanted Bendy and the ink machine to go in this direction. I like both Bendy and Venom so why not put them together?

I do not own anything about Bendy and the Ink Machine or Venom while he is my favourite.

I hope you enjoy this story and come along the adventure with me.

The Ink Demon's venom.

It had been thirty years since the old animator had stepped through the doors of the old studio, the man looked around time had not been kind to the old Joey Drew Studios. Henry Stein sighed as he ran his hand through his light slightly greying brown hair. He used to have thick bouncy curls that tickled the nape of his neck, now they were still pretty bouncy and curly but they were slowly losing their bounce.

"Alight Joey I'm here" he said with a shake of his head and a small smile as he thought about what the letter had said, it had said to come to the studio Joey had something he wanted to show him. "Lets see if we can find what you wanted me to see." He continued to more to himself as he began to walk through the studio.

"Strange it's like everyone just left suddenly left halfway through the day and never came back." He murmured as he looked around the projector still running but chairs turned over. He had even found a peculiar message on the wall written in ink it said "dreams come true" after giving it a confusing glance he carried on.

He soon found a sign to a room oddly labelled "The ink machine" Henry looked around the small corner, he couldn't see inside the room so he followed the corridor only for it to open up into a large room with a deep wide hole in the middle of the floor. "What on Earth is down there?" Henry asked himself as he leaned as far as he could over the balcony to try and have a peek down the hole but it was two dark there was large thick chairs that followed whatever was down there.

Henry soon found some large dry cells and a place to put them he placed them in and stood at the lifts leaver and took a deep breath as he placed a hand on the leaver.

"Alright old friend let's see what you're hiding down there." Henry then pulled on the leaver and flinched at the sound of gears screaming at the sudden use since they haven't been used in well over a decade.

A strange large machine rose up with the chains and stopped just and the top reached his eye level his emerald green eyes widened as he stared at the strange machine what on earth did Joey need this for? But it looked like it wasn't working so Henry sighed and began to search for a way to start the machine up.

He soon found that he had to put strange objects on little pedestals, like a plush toy, gear, wrench, gear, book and a record surely the gear and wrench would do the job but no not Joey, he was always one for crazy ideas.

He shuddered as he looked at the wrench and thought of where he found it, a dead Boris that had his chest open and his organs gone, what was Joey doing here when he left? Henry shook his head, in fact he didn't want to know.

After a little bit of wondering around and finding the flow button Henry heard bangs and what he assumed was ink flowing he sighed for what felt like the hundredth time this hour, was he seriously only here and hour?

He was making his way back to the ink machine room to see if he could figure out what Joey wanted to show him and then he was going to leave forget the strangeness of this place and enjoy his evening with his wife.

He stopped slightly as he came to the doorway to the ink machine room. Who had boarded it up? No one was with him, not that they had made themselves known to him. He stepped closer to inspect the room through the convenient hole that had been left by the boards.

Suddenly a small thin black hand sprang up from a small pool of ink that had seeped under the boards that blocked the door it grabbed Henry's leg before he could step away and began to consume his foot, covering it in ink, before Henry knew it, the ink was climbing up his leg. Henry collapsed as the ink felt like ice and had instantly numbed his foot. Henry panicked and began to try and push it off, but it continued to move, in fact it seemed to be going up his leg faster.

"Get off me" he grunted as he began to push himself away from the room, he needed to get out now, he looked back at his leg and blinked the ink was gone. He slowly stood up and began to stumble to the front door as the feeling in his right leg began to slowly come back.

After stumbling for five minutes he finally made it out of the door and slammed it shut breathing a sigh of relief he shook himself off and began to make his way home ready to put this all behind him.

An hour later he was home with his wife Linda sighing softly he fell on the couch.

"How was Joey?" Linda asked as she brought through two cups of tea passing one to Henry she sat next to him and began to slowly drink her tea.

"He wasn't there. In fact it was empty and looked like it had been abandoned for years." Henry said as he took a sip of his tea.

"Yuck what is that! Where's my bacon soup!?" A gruff male voice asked suddenly causing Henry to freeze and look around his stomach dropped as he realised no one else was in the house with them. So where did that voice come from?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope to see you in the next one.

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