I groan and blink a few times before looking around. I was being carried by someone. I see two others with us. I struggle to recollect what happened. "Hey the freak is up." One of the guys had said. Suddenly all the memories came crashing down on me, giving me a headache. I groan and grip my head. I notice that the rope around my hands and neck was gone. "Why did you-" "What?! Do you want them back on?!" the one holding me growls. "N-No..." I just lay limp in his hold and take another good look around. We had just walked into what appears to be the recording part of the studio with a orcestra seating with a drum, base and violin. A piano was on the complete opposite side of the room. "Hey, Michel what did that recording in the closet say?" "It think it said violin twice, then the base and finally the piano." they all went to the needed objects and either plucked or played how many notes were needed. I saw something open up and the jocks all went in and turned what looked like a faucet handle for something big. They walk out and are attack by these ink creatures. "GOD WHAT ARE THESE THINGS?!" One of the jocks yells kicking one and stomping on it until its just a puddle. I look down and see two below me. They trip the jock holding me and I fall out of his grip. The ink monsters come after me and grab me quickly leaving the room. They are fast if they want to be.
I thought they were taking me to that ink monster. Wait...now that I think about it...that ink monster looked alot like Bendy only...more inky. HOLY SHIT THAT WAS BENDY!!!
I just let these...things carry me. Thinking they were bringing me to Bendy, but I was so wrong. The inky beings stop and their grips get very tight. "Hey!!" I yell and try to move. I hear three big thuds and look back as best I can. I see the three jocks knocked out on the floor and a man in ink stained overalls a Bendy mask and a pipe with blood on it in his hands, standimg over the jocks. He looked human...but he also didn't. He looked like he was enveloped in ink and it was slowly turning his body into ink as well. He looks at me and drops the pipe he had used to knock the boys out.
He walks over and towers over me, me still being in the ink things arms. "You...you look like him..." I just start to hyperventilate as he got closer and closer to me. "You are perfect for my savior!!!" He yells and grabs my arm. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU-" something hit the back of my head and I black out AGAIN.

I cough and open my eyes. "WHAT IN THE FLYING FUCK?!?!??!" I yell. In front of me are two dead jocks. Their guts torn out of their bodies and in the shape of a pentagram underneath me. The guts have been almost completely dried of blood, only enough to leak out and create a blood pentagram underneath the original gut one. The dead jocks bodies are in pieces, there bottom jaws arn't even attatched to their head and the eyes were gouged out.
The remaining jock was the leader and he was still alive, tied to a chair in front of me. As for me, I was suspended in the air spread eagle and my clothes were changed into an old looking cartoon style.

My hair had been brushed and washed and the ink was replaced with a brighter version of the original color. Suddenly the man from earlier walked into the room. "Oh! My mistress is awake!" I tilt my head to the side. "What are you talking about?" he chuckles and twirls around like an excited school girl. "My Savior Bendy has sent you! You are the perfect sacrifice! Female sacrifices never happen! There hasn't been a single one! But now here you are! And you look like him! This is perfect!!!" he walks forwards and caresses my cheek. "H-HEY! GET AWAY FROM ME!!" I yell trying to get out of the ropes keeping me up.

   What have I gotten myself into?