Bendy was slightly melting due to the heat that
accumulated in the building. His two weaknesses– heat and water. It made
him melt and die quicker.

  Each time that the
ink creature took a step back, he too took a step forward. Leaving no
room for him to move forward. He was made form the same stuff, but
alive. Very much alive. And bloodthirsty. But seeing as this guy might
be a toon or something, he wouldn’t kill them unless aggravated.

  “Bendy! You got it there blobby! And what’s your name? What are you?” he questioned.

  “No, I am not okay. This heat is killing me. Literally. I’ve died twice today!”

“Oh, who, me?“ the Repairman asked, laughing nervously. “I-I-m the Fourth Wall Repairman…er, I’m a Toon, too…”

Gosh, he did not like being stuck between Bendy and that puddle on the floor.

“…Oh, jeez,” the inkblot said, looking up at Bendy sympathetically. “…Um, anything I can do…? Will this help?”

He pulled a small battery-powered fan from his hammerspace and held it out to the other Toon. Poor guy. But why was he still smiling…?

He took a look at the machine behind him.

Died twice today…

Oh! This must be one of those video game worlds! Of course!

“Aha,” he chuckled apologetically, “sorry if I got too close to your…whatchamacallit…spawn point…?”

He took a step to the side, away from the nozzle.

  Anyone who stepped foot in the studio on a bad day, was prey. And Bendy was not in a particular good mood. He’s already died twice in one day from the heat. Making his ink dribble away and melt.

  His head snapped towards a noise. Someone entering the place. Was it Joey!? He sure hoped it was. Just so he could bash his head in. Quick to his feet, he skipped off, grabbing a knife from his stomach region and twirling it in his hands.

   That’s when he saw someone there, looking at where he was
reanimated. Brought to this world. He took silent steps forward and
waited for them to turn to face him. Though he did place his knife away.

   The dancing demon watched as the repairman backed up and
bumped right into him. Bendy wore an eerie grin. Something that would
send chills down the average man’s spine.

   “Heeeey pal!”

The Repairman turned his eyes slowly to reveal…another, bigger inkblot? No, no, this was that Toon on all the stuff around here. Why was he melted, though…? And why did he grin like that at the Repairman?

“…Hello,” he replied, giving a rather shaky wave. He began to inch back, occasionally looking behind him to make sure his own blobby ink didn’t touch that weird ink. He realized this guy must be made of the same stuff, now that he looked at him…

“…You must be…”

Quick thought about the posters.

“…Bor–no, Bendy, sorry…”

He cleared his throat.

“Um, you okay there?” he asked, not sure how to bring this up. “You seem, er…runny?”