Alice jumps as the wall bursts, she was usually much better at
guessing when those accidents might happen, and she looses sight of the
other. He was small and black and white colors made it nearly impossible
to see, but she still did her best to make her way to him. Sure he was a
stranger still but she’s not going to let someone die on her watch.

“Try and grab my hand!” She shouts out to him trying to get closer

This was bad, if the ink was acting up like this it could mean that
Bendy wasn’t to far away. They needed to get moving and get moving fast
if they were to avoid running into the ink demon.

The other ink was starting to go into his snorkel. This was bad; the Repairman didn’t even know if this ink did anything other than try to drown folks. Hastily, the next time he surfaced, he spat the snorkel out.

Then he saw it; a gloved hand trying to reach him. He splashed and flailed, trying to “swim” that way, but it was rough going with the liquid trying to keep him in.

Finally, after a particularly strong push, his hand found hers, and he grabbed on for dear life, practically trying to climb her arm.

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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.

“I’m Alice Angel, Alice for short, it’s nice to meet you.” she gives the other a small nervous smile

None
of what he said made any sense but Alice is used to weird and strange
things by now. Looks like their both still left with more questions then
answers.None of the ink in this place was safe with the amount of dark
magic Joey Drew liked to do. Guess that didn’t matter much now though
because at least it’s come to a small stop with this chaos.

“That
ink? It’s nothing good, monsters come from it a lot.This place has got a
lot of evil and dark magic in the ink.” Alice does her best to explain

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…?”

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“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?”

“And where do I go?”

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“Somewhere you’ll be safe from everything in the studio.I just have to figure out where that could be.”

Alice isn’t sure about this stranger, she can tell that their a toon but that doesn’t guarantee they’ll be safe here. Angry ink creatures could come from anywhere and she’s afraid that they’ll attack the stranger even if they are a toon.

“…Safe from everything…?” the Repairman echoed, confused. He still distrusted that machine, and the weird ink that came out of it, but the place didn’t seem…that bad.

“I appreciate the concern,” he said, “but I also have a job to do here. What kinds of things are you worried about?”

He knew whatever trouble there was, it might be a good idea to finish up around here. At least if he couldn’t get out right away, he wouldn’t have a blinking red siren light revealing his hiding place.