3My Pov
"Daddy!" I yelled. We couldn't see or hear him. Was he hurt? Was he... "What if he's-?" Before I could finish my sentence, Danny grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me.
"Don't even say it!" Danny exclaimed. Soon, the spouts of ink stopped. All became quiet and still. Danny took my hand and we started looking for something to lower ourselves down to where Daddy fell. We decided to look for something to use to climb down. We had to struggle to move through the ink, that was past our knees. Somehow, we found ourselves back near where Boris was. We found ourselves looking at the poor wolf.
"Hey, his chest isn't open." Danny said. That's when I saw he was right. The hole in his chest was gone and so were the X's on his eyes. Now, they just looked closed. I glupped and walked toward him. I gently touched his hand.
"B-Boris?" I asked, shaking. That's when his eyes snapped open and he jerked foward. Both Danny and I jumped backwards, almost falling over. Boris whipped his head around before looking down at us.
"Who are you two? Where am I? Why am I strapped to this table?" Boris asked, trying to get free. Danny and I shook our heads, trying to get over the shock, and proceeded to help Boris. We managed to get the straps unlocked and Boris hopped off the platform. "What's goin' on?"
"Our daddy turn on the Ink Machine and then this scary version of Bendy jumped out at us." I said.
"Scary version of Bendy? What'd you both mean?" Boris asked, not understanding what we meant. We looked at each, unsure how to explain this to Boris.
"The bottom line is; we were about to get to the exit when the floor caved under our dad and he fell several floors down. We need to find a way down there to make sure he's okay." Danny said. Boris thought for a minute before he went into the next room. We heard him rummaging around before he came back with a rope.
"I managed to find this. Just show me where the hole is." Boris said. We lead him to the hole. "Which one of you wants to climb down or do you want me to?"
"I'll do it." I said shyly.
"Are you sure?" Danny asked. I nodded. Boris tied the rope around my waist and slowly lowered me down. I looked around and didn't see Daddy anywhere. I noticed inky footprints going foward. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing Daddy was alive and now probably trying to find another way back up. I noticed another audio cassette laying on the shelf. I grabbed it and tugged on the rope.
"Pull me up Boris!" I called. Boris and Danny pulled me up.
"Did you see him?" Danny asked.
"No, but I saw footprints going foward. So, at least we know he's alive." I said.
"Yeah and- what's that?" Danny asked. I took the cassette and pressed play. I saw on the name on it said 'Thomas Connor'.
"It's dark and it's cold and it's stuck in behind every single wall now. In some places, I swear this godforsaken ink is clear up to my knees! Who ever thought that these crummy pipes could hold up under this kind of strain either knows something about pressure I don't, or he's some kind of idiot. But the real worst part about all this.. are them noises the system makes. Like a dying dog on its last legs. Make no mistake, this place... this... machine... heck, this whole darn thing... it just isn't natural. You can bet, I won't be doing any more repair jobs for Mister Joey Drew."
As I listened, I remembered my dreams and realized that one of the voices I always heard was Thomas Connor's.
"This is one of the voices I hear in my dreams." I said.
"He must have worked here, but Dad never mentioned him." Danny said.
"Maybe he worked here after Daddy left." I said.
"Who's your dad?" Boris asked.
"Henry Stein." we both answered. Boris's face lit up and his tail started to wag like crazy.
"Henry?! He's my dad too!" Boris exclaimed. We were confused at first, but then remembered that Daddy had created Boris, along with many of the main characters.
"What should we do?" I asked.
"We need to go find him." Danny said. While I didn't want to leave the spot we were at, I didn't want to risk that monster finding us.
"I think I might know a way down. Follow me." Boris said. Danny took my hand and we followed Boris. Soon we came to a stairwell that was flooded.
"How do we cross?" I asked. Danny noticed the wheel sticking on the pipe and started down the stairs before sinking into the ink up to his waist. He struggled before making it to the wheel. He may not look it, but Danny was strong for his age. He turned the wheel, struggling a little before draining the stairwell. Boris and I went down the stairs and we went through the door. We were looking and looking for Daddy, but we couldn't find him. Boris had dislodged a pipe and carried it with him. We soon came to a sign that read 'Music Department'. "Hey, look." I pointed to the cassette player sitting near the sign. Danny went over and pick it up.
"The writing on it says 'Sammy Lawrence'." Danny said.
"He's the music director. He's kinda cranky sometimes, but overall he's a good guy." Boris said. Danny pressed the play button.
"So first Joey installs this Ink Machine over our heads. Then it begins to leak. Three times last month, we couldn't even get out of our department because the ink had flooded the stairwell. Joey's solution? An ink pump to drain it periodically. Now I have this ugly pump switch right in my office. People in and out all day. Thanks, Joey. Just what I needed. More distractions. These stupid cartoon songs don't write themselves, you know."
I saw Danny tearing up.
"Danny, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I know this voice. I remember this voice." Danny said.
"From where?" I asked. He was about to answer but then yelled. "What?!" Danny pointed behind me and Boris. We turned around to see blobs of ink sprouting from the floor. The took the form of some kind of creature. They started crawling toward us, growling and hissing.
"RUN!" Boris yelled. We hurried through the hallways. Every time we turn a corner, more of these things would pop up. We finally ended up trapped in a corner with only a locked door on our right. Those creatures were getting closer and closer.
"What do we do?" I asked, shivering in fear. When those creatures were only a few feet away, a door swung up.
"In here! Hurry!" a voice yelled. Boris picked both of us up and ran into the room. The door slammed shut and two people blocked the door.
"Thanks. You both saved us." Boris said. I looked at the people. One was a woman with blonde hair in a ponytail and green eyes. The other was a man with brunette hair and green eyes. Both looked about early 20's.
"No problem. I'm Daniel Lewek, but everyone calls me Buddy. This is my girl Dot." the man said, gesturing to himself and the woman.
Sorry for not updating this in a long time. A lot's going on.
