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The Repairman nodded in return. “Yeah, I’m glad to see someone else here…”

He grimaced as she explained.

“Oh, that’s why it didn’t look right?” he groaned. “I thought this was just gonna be another lonely job, but now I gotta avoid those things?”

Peeking outside the room, he sighed.

“Well, monsters or not, I gotta fix the Wall.”

He peered to the right, where he knew the crack in the Fourth Wall was. For the moment, he wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings…

“…Anything else I should know about…?”

“Well this place is basically one big death trap. The searchers that come from the ink, the rotting floor boards , busted pipes, and i’m the only resident here that wouldn’t kill you on sight.” Alice says with a sigh

She’d ask her questions in a second but if the Repairman is sticking around for a while it’s best to tell him about the dangers of the studio. Alice is tired of watching good people die or get hurt and not being able to stop it. This time she’s going to make sure this doesn’t end with more death in the studio. 

“We should avoid the music department floor, there’s a man down there who isn’t very sane. We also have to make sure we don’t somehow let Bendy know you’re here. He’s a toon but he has a lot of good and bad days, mostly bad ones, and he hates strangers in his studio.”

“…I see…”

Thankfully, the siren light wasn’t trying to direct him DOWNWARDS, so he assumed the break was still on this floor…

Rotting floorboards, “searchers”, and bursting pipes, eh…?

“Don’t worry; I’ll be caref–”

And then the wall to his left burst. The inkblot was launched to the other side of the wall as a practical geyser of demon ink submerged him.

“AUGHblblbllbllblb”

As the pressure finally subsided, the Repairman tried to surface, but was finding it difficult to do so. He splashed and resisted, but hands came from the other ink to try and keep him under.

“No fair!” he cried, before sticking a snorkel where his mouth would be. If this place cheats, so can he.