@angel-in-grayscale, continued from here

“There’s a lot of things in this studio that don’t like strangers, and I don’t want them to hurt you.” she replies with a sigh

Alice
had a lot of questions but  she’d ask them when she felt like they both
were safe from the searchers, and Bendy,  there was a lot of ink
splatters nearby and she was afraid of what could jump out of them.
After a few minutes of walking Alice spots a good room and motions for
the stranger to follow.

It looked like they were safe for now so Alice decided to ask a few questions.

“Who are you anyway? How did you get in here?”

The Repairman’s lower body seemed to contort to avoid all the spatters on the floor. He still didn’t trust that ink, and from the looks of it, neither did this angel.

As they walked, he slipped a transparent purple filter over his siren light. It still blinked annoyingly, but at least it wasn’t the bright red it was before.

“…I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” the inkblot replied, “And as for how I got here…”

He shrugged.

“I dunno, really. I just walk towards the world I have to go to, and then I’m there.”

He took a moment to really look at this angel, who seemed to have the same strange ink as the rest of this place used, as well as two horns that were unusual for angels…

“Uh, you seemed wary around that ink,” he finally said, looking around. “What is it?”