Here is some art for my fan fiction EnZone a crossover and au of all the mascots, it has all the mascot horror in there like bendy, Matthew (Doey) and kissy. You can read book one in Wattpad or here.
The elevator hummed as it carried them away from the level. Soft music began to play from the speakers, calm and almost soothing.
For the first time since the chase began, it was silent. Only the elevator's low vibration and the music filled the space.
Bendy leaned against the wall, breathing slowly as he tried to recover. His earlier wounds were gone, but the effort of healing still showed in the way his shoulders sagged.
Matthew walked over and sat beside him.
“So… how are you feeling, Bendy?”
“Oh… I’m okay,” Bendy said. “The blade hurt, but I’ve been through worse.”
He waved one hand dismissively, clearly trying not to make it a big deal.
Matthew didn’t look convinced. His eyes scanned Bendy’s chest, the torn fabric, the hole in his shirt, the faint ink stains still clinging to it.
“That kind of healing,” Matthew said calmly, “it takes a lot out of you.”
Bendy gave a small shrug and lifted his injured foot, where the shard is still lodged.
“Yeah… a lot.” He shifted against the wall. “Organs are the worst. Skin,muscle, and bone are easy; it's the inside stuff that takes a lot out of me.”
He pulled off his shoe, wincing in pain in the process. Even though he's stuck in a fixed smile, his eyes tell more.
Matthew immediately noticed something unusual.
Bendy’s foot wasn’t normal. It had a hoof-like structure.
Not exactly a hoof, but similar shape and hardness. And right in the center, the glass shard was still embedded deep inside.
Bendy winced.
Matthew leaned forward slightly, examining it with a steady gaze.
“That's in there deep.”
“Yeah..never thought a piece of glass could go through my shoe like that,” Bendy said. “What did they put in these glass beakers?”
He chuckled a little before wincing in pain from his foot.
Matthew didn’t respond immediately. He studied the angle of the shard carefully, the way the glass had wedged into the hardened surface of Bendy’s foot.
“Can you pull it out?” he asked.
Bendy looked down at it and grimaced.
“Probably,” he said slowly. “But it’s gonna sting a lot.”
Matthew held out a hand. “Hold still.”
Bendy blinked.“Oh—uh—okay.”
Matthew gripped the shard firmly but carefully, adjusting his hold so the glass wouldn’t snap.
“Ready?”
“Not really,” Bendy said nervously.
Matthew pulled.
The shard slid free with a wet cutting splat from the foot.
“AAH—!” Bendy yelped, grabbing the side railing of the elevator.
For a moment, dark ink seeped from the wound.
Then the healing began.
The ink pulled inward, sealing the damage. The hardened surface was smoothed over. Within seconds, the wound was gone.
Bendy let out a long breath.
“…Okay, that was worse than the chest.”
Matthew quietly examined the shard of glass in his hand before tossing it aside.
“Your body repairs itself quickly,” he said.
“Yeah,” Bendy said weakly. “But it still hurts.”
Matthew nodded slightly, as if confirming something to himself.
After a moment, Bendy glanced at him.
“Hey… thanks,”
Matthew looked up.“For what?”
“For… you know…” Bendy gestured vaguely. “Not leaving me back there. Or letting that nightmare lady turn me into a hallway decoration.”
Matthew didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked toward the elevator doors as the machine continued moving through the unseen structure of the facility.
“We both needed to get out of there,” he said simply.
Bendy smiled faintly.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
Silence settled again as the elevator continued moving, the music still playing in its loop.
After a while, Matthew spoke.
“So,...” he said, glancing toward Bendy, “how long have you been down here?”
Bendy tilted his head slightly, thinking.
“…Honestly? Three… maybe four years.”
Matthew watched him carefully. “That long”
“I mean ... that's what I think,” Bendy said quietly. “Everything was kind of a blur until my head cleared.”
If his face hadn’t been stuck in that permanent smile, he probably would have been frowning.
Matthew leaned back against the opposite wall of the elevator, arms loosely crossed. “And now?”
Bendy shrugged.
“Clearer. Not perfect, but… better.”
The elevator shifted slightly as it continued moving through the facility. The music looped softly in the background.
After a moment, Matthew spoke again.
“So how old are you? And how do you get to a place like this..?”
Bendy blinked, clearly surprised by the question.
“...you mean before…”
He gestured vaguely toward his ink-like body.
“Yes,” Matthew said.
“I’ve been around kids before. It’s clear you aren’t one of them.”
A small smile touched Matthew’s face.
“Well.. sixteen,” Bendy said. He grabs his removed shoe and slides it back in.
Matthew raised his dopey eyes slightly. “I’m fifteen.”
They both paused, briefly surprised.
“I kind of figured when I saw you,” Bendy said. He hesitated, then continued.
“Anyway… I used to work here as an intern.”
“I used to work here. As an intern. Filing records… paperwork. I didn’t know what this place really was.” Bendy said. Not wanting any misunderstanding, he was one of the scientists.
His voice grew quieter. “And when I finally found out…”
That memory in his past clearly wasn’t one he wanted to revisit. Bendy rubs his front and side neck instinctively, before pulling his hand away.
“…Let’s just say it got me into trouble.”
Matthew didn’t push further. The elevator continued to hum as it carried them deeper into the facility. The music is still sick in the loop.
“So what about you?” Bendy asked. “You’ve been asking a lot about me.”
Matthew glanced toward the control panel before answering.
“It’s hard to explain…. I was in the lower sector of the abandoned Playtime Co… Then everything went black.”
He paused, decided to leave some painful things. “Next thing I know, I woke up in a laboratory from a broken test tube .”
Bendy’s eyes widened.
“Playtime Co? Wow.. I did not know they…”
Bendy trailed off.
Not wanting to finish.
He was smart enough to connect the dots and figure out that something was off with Doey.
He had seen some of the files that had mentioned the company name, but he never thought much of it.
Though it was for business reasons or something, he was not even allowed to touch certain records from his old life; he was told that they were off-limits or had some sensitive info for privacy, and he believed it like a fool.
Now ,he preferred not to know what other companies were doing all those years before.
“Yes,” Matthew said quietly, “They did...”
Matthew expressed little frustration, thinking that the company is continuing those horrible experiments all over again.
Bendy shifted, thinking of something.
“Well, if it makes you happy,” Bendy said, wanting to offer some reassurance,
“Playtime Co was not doing well. Given that they had some bad luck and some bad decision-making. They were bought out.”
“Really?”
Matthew looked at him with confusion, but surprise; he never thought a corporation like that could fall.
“So what... happen to it?” Matthew ask
“The last time I heard,” Bendy said, “ They were bought by Enzone as a sister company, and they have a new CEO, named Miss Valery.”
Bendy thought for a moment, remembering when he was young before becoming this. When he and his siblings went to a toy convention, they stumbled on an interview from Playtime Co.
“In her interview, she said they're focusing on orphans and their wellbeing more from now on, instead of continuing on private projects the previous CEO wanted. Going back to what Elliot Ludwig wanted.”
Matthew’s expression didn’t fully soften.
“And Leith Pierre?”
He wanted to be happy at the news, but was still unsure what to think about all of this.
“I would think he wouldn’t go down without taking everything and everyone with him.”
“Force retirement, due to some illness, that's what I heard,” Bendy said, crossing his legs. “Haven’t heard anything about him since.”
“I think he sold it off… made make some kind of deal, or he knew…the end was near… or something. That’s my guess.”
Matthew stared at Bendy for a long moment, processing everything.
The news was a lot to take in.
Then he thought about their current surroundings. If this place wasn’t Playtime Co or one of its facilities, then what was it?
His mind flicked back to the poster he had seen earlier from his memory.
“Bendy.. What is this place?”
“Bendy blinked. “EnZone. One of their underground facilities.”
“The one that bought Playtime Co., am I right?” Matthew asks, frustration creeping into his voice. It almost felt like some cruel joke.
“Yes,” Bendy said.
He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to sound casual. “… I mean, it's amazing this place hasn't been torn apart yet.”
Matthew exhaled slowly, covering part of his face.
“…Of course it is.”
A quiet, bitter breath left him.
“I thought I was out… finally free.”
He lowered his hand.
“But it's the same place, different names. But doing the same thing,” Matthew choked up in tears.
A short, bitter laugh escaped him before slamming one of his hands to the floor.
“Experimenting on kids…Turning them into freaks,” Matthew put his hand on his face, showing an expression of sorrow and frustration. “I want to know why this keeps happening.”
Bendy looked concerned for his friend.
Bedny watched him carefully,
“Well… not exactly,” he said
Matthew lowered his hand and looked at him, and a stream of tears fell from his face.
“They don’t just take orphans,” Bendy explained. “They take people no one will notice missing.”
“What do you mean… Bendy?”
“Terminally ill… no families… severe cases… people society forgot.”
Matthew stayed silent. The music lowers into an eerie melody fitting the tone and setting of Bendy.
“Coworkers. Their families. Anyone they can control.”
“Enzone is not just some company that sells games and entertainment… They originated in medical and scientific work.”
“Matthew… they may have been doing this for some time and know how to handle it, more than the other companies." Bendy's eye shows concern and a little bit of guilt.
The elevator hummed. The music returns to the normal melody, starting its loop.
Matthew looked toward the panel.
Bendy looked down at the elevator floor, playing with his thumbs. If he could frown, he would, but he can't; only his pie-shaped eye shows the emotion and the weight of the matter.
The elevator continued humming quietly as it carried them deeper into the facility.
Matthew’s eyes slowly shifted toward Bendy and realized that there was more to this than it seemed.
“So it was never about helping people.”
Bendy hesitated.
“…Maybe at first it was.”
He rubbed the back of his neck again.
“But when someone finds something that powerful… something they don’t fully understand… and instead of just leaving it to rot in pace”
His voice lowered. “…they start tearing it apart just to see what makes it work.”
“They break everything else trying to understand it.”
There was silence.
The elevator vibrated slightly as it continued moving through the hidden structure of the facility.
Matthew crossed his arms.
Then Bendy spoke again.
“So… Doey, is that your real name?”
Matthew glanced toward him, thinking for a moment.
Bendy scratched the side of his head awkwardly.
“I… I mean… I figured,” he added. “Playtime Co might’ve forced you to call yourself that.”
He hesitated.
“I can see that.”
Bendy looked down at his hands. He understood that well enough. He couldn't even say his own name anymore. It… won't let him say it.
Matthew was quiet for a moment. Then he slowly leaned back against the elevator wall.
“…No,” he said. “That’s not my real name.”
Bendy looked up
“Then what is your real name?”
Matthew was silent for a moment. The elevator hummed steadily as it carried them deeper underground. Finally, he answered.
“...Matthew”
Bendy blinked in surprise.
“Well, Matthew,”
He reached out his gloved hand for a handshake.
“It's nice to meet you… friend.” This time, the smile on his face was genuine—not just the permanent cartoon grin stuck on his features that he has to live with.
Matthew looked at the offered hand. For a moment, he hesitated. Then he reached forward and shook it.
“You too,” he said quietly.
The elevator continued its descent into the depths of the facility. But for the first time since waking in the lab, Matthew didn’t feel completely alone.
After a moment, Matthew released his grip and returned his hand back into place.
“So… where are we going?”
Bendy shifted slightly, looking a bit better now.
“Well…. we are going back to my group's territory. So..uhm yeep,” Bendy answered, sounding more relaxed but awkward.
“Other?”
“So, after the massive containment breach. We called it the Day of Reckoning.”
“Things kinda fall apart after. It’s hard to say exactly.”
“I did not have much memory exactly, but I was told by others.”
“That... people have plans and agendas of their own before, during, and after the breach,” Bendy said.
Matthew started quietly, listening carefully. From what Bendy was describing, it is probably that this place could be big enough, which might have led to some internal conflict similar to what happened at Playtime Co.
“So during and after the Day of Reckoning, a lot of people grab or scramble to grab the keycards and others,” Bendy added.
Matthew’s expression didn’t change, but his attention sharpened, and then relaxed, knowing what Bendy was talking about.
He tapped the keycard lightly on the elevator rail.
“So if you and your friends have all of something like this– the access cards, control code, things like that– you can keep a place secure,” Matthew said. “And keep others out.”
Bendy nodded
“Yeah, exactly. It’s like the key to your… house. If you have all the keys to that house and only you and your friends get in and out.”
Bendy paused for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck as if he felt he might be talking too much.
“So your place is safe?” Matthew asked.
“Yeah,” Bendy said. “It’s not perfect… but it’s safer than most.”
Matthew studied Bendy for a moment, watching the way he avoided eye contact after saying that.
“Safer than most,” Matthew repeated quietly and laughed a little. “Well, that’s not exactly reassuring.”
Bendy shrugged awkwardly.
“Well… it beats out there with the crazies, right?”
“When we get there, I’ll introduce them, including the one running the place. He's…well.. kind of mean…and a little weird, but he knows how to run the place.”
Matthew leaned back slightly against the elevator wall again, arms crossing loosely.
“And these people,” he asked, “they trust you?”
Bendy hesitated.
“…Some do,” he admitted.
Matthew raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment.
The elevator hummed steadily as it continued its descent through the hidden structure of the facility. The lights flickered faintly overhead, the music continued to play in its loop, and the boys ignored it and kept talking.
“How many?”
Bendy thought about it for a second.
“Not that much,”
“But there’s a good handful of us. Most of them are teens around our age and some around twenty and twenty-three to 23, there are a lot of kids thow,.... Oh, there’s one adult around that in their thirties…I think."
He scratched lightly at the side of his head.
Matthew watched him carefully.
“Are they like us?” he asked.
Bendy nodded.
“Yes..”
Matthew was quiet for a moment before asking another question.
“And humans?”
There was a faint tension in his voice. He was thinking about the containment breach… and hoping, deeply, that things hadn’t repeated what happened during the Hour of Joy.
Bendy Hesitated. He was thinking– carefully choosing his words. It was clear Matthew was worried, and he could tell Matthew's past was not a good one to live through.
“Remember what I told you about how others have their own plans and agendas,” Bendy said slowly.
“Well… most of the experiments didn’t want innocent people, especially those whom they care about and are innocent, to get caught in the middle of it on The Day of Reckoning. So a lot of them made plans before it started.”
“And?” Matthew asked, still waiting.
“So.. Most humans got out during the breach, thankfully,” Bendy explained. “Sadly, most did not make it, and the ones responsible… or the ones in the lower levels….”
Bendy hesitated.
“…well, you can use your imagination on that.”
Bendy exhaled softly, as if hoping the answer would ease the tension.
The elevator continued its steady descent, the low hum of machinery filling the silence.
Matthew’s gaze lowered slightly.
“…I see.”
He didn’t know what to make of it.
It was… different from the Hour of Joy. At least some people, those who were lucky enough not to be involved, had made it out.
And the place is abandoned, left behind in their hands.
He knew that if Playtime Co. had abandoned them because of the risk after the Hour of Joy, then the same could easily happen here with Enzone.
Matthew thought of Agnes.
Of what she could have done. Worse. There could be more like her, deeper in the facility.
His thoughts shifted to his brothers.
Jack… Kevin..
He hoped they were safe.
Bendy glanced at him, tilting his head slightly.
“Are you okay, Matthew?” Bendy asked
Matthew paused, snapped out a little bit.
“…Yes,”
“It’s just a lot going on, it's different from what I expected.”
His gaze drifted briefly toward the elevator doors, the music still going.
Bendy shifted awkwardly.
“…Yeah, same here,” he said. “I have a hard time remembering that day; it was all a blank for me.”
“I thought it too, I never expected it too.”
“Well… at least things did not end up worse…right?”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
Matthew’s eyes shift back to him.
“Yeah.. you're right.”
“Has anyone tried to escape? During or after The Day of Reckoning”
Bendy blinked at the question.
“Uh… yeah,” he said, “ Some tried. None made it far, though.”
Matthew’s expression didn’t change.
Matthew didn’t react much, but he nodded slightly.
“You can ask Dee and Daa about that, they know a few things about the underground, they could help you and may help find your brothers too.”
Matthew glanced at him.
“And they’re your friends?”
He paused slightly.
“Well… we know each other enough, but they are really kind and smart.”
He gave a small, nervous smile.
“You’ll like them when we get there.”
As the elevator continued its steady movement for a while longer, a low mechanical thunk echoed through the shaft.
The music stops. The motion slowed, with a stop.
Bendy stands up on the floor, holding on to the rail. Matthew follows suit.
They ran, burst through the lab door, and down the hallway.
Agnes' scream tore through the lab, echoing off the walls and broken glass.
Bendy stumbled at the pain shot through his injured foot, but he forced himself forward.
Ink seeped faintly through the sole of his shoe with every step, leaving dark smears behind.
"Move!" Matthew said sharply, keeping pace beside him.
Behind them– Agnes charged. Her sickle arm carved through a metal cart, sending it crashing into the wall. Sparks flew. The hallway is filled with the screeching of a monster that is after them.
Bendy limped harder, jaw tight, that fixed cartoon smile still stretched across his face.
"I'm fine-" He lied. Through clenched teeth.
Matthew didn't even look at him.
"You're not," Matthew said His voice wasn't panicked, it was focused.
Agnes slammed into the wall as the wall as she turned the corner too sharply, leaving cracks spidering across the concrete before she corrected herself and lunged again.
"We need go to the elevator" Bendy panted.
"She won't break through the iron doors. They're reinforced-"
Another crash echoed behind them.
Matthew thinks quickly. The distance, Bendy's limping, Agnes hunting them down at an animalistic speed, and the narrowing hallway ahead.
"She'll catch us before we reach it", Matthew said calmly, even as chaos roared behind them.
Bendy's eye widened slightly.
"Then we slow her down somehow."
Matthew didn't hesitate.
As they passed a loose metal shelf and an overturned medical bed, he grabbed both in one fluid motion. His arms stretched slightly, not dramatically, just enough to give him extra reach and leverage.
He shoved them hard into the hallway behind them.
The shelf toppled sideways. The bed flipped and wedged against the walls, forming a crooked barricade, hoping it would slow her down.
Agnes plowed into it with a shriek of metal and fury. The impact slowed her down, knocked her off balance, tangling her limbs as she tore through the obstruction in a frenzy of sparks and fury.
It wouldn't stop her, but it would slow her down.
"Don't argue," Matthew said, already scanning ahead for the next obstacle. "Just run."
"No argument, man... ahh.. My bloody foot!" Bendy hissed as pain flared again.
Matthew adjusted his pace, subtly matching Bendy's limp instead of pulling ahead deliberately.
He didn't say it. But he wasn't leaving him behind with that thing.
Agnes ripped herself free from the collapsed shelf, dragging and clawing her way out.
Metal bent and snapped as she tore through it with animalistic violence. Her limbs jerked at unnatural angles as she forced herself forward.
The Medical bed split apart beneath her weight.
"Okay ... she really...really wants us dead," Bendy said, glancing back over his shoulder.
The hallway ahead split into two corridors.
"Left," Bendy panted, "that where the elevator is."
They turned sharply down the left corridor, Agnes' scream chasing them through the hall. It echoed off the walls like a wounded animal hunting its prey.
Matthew grabbed another medical bed as they passed it, along with a loose metal tray and scattered equipment. Without slowing down, he hurled the obstacles behind them, hoping it would slow her down and give them more time.
The medical bed struck Agnes on her face.
She howled as the impact knocked her backward. Her body twisted violently as it tried to pull itself back together. Bone cracked. Muscles snapped and realigned.
The sound was deeply unsettling
Matthew didn't look back.
"Keep moving," he said.
The elevator doors come into view at the far end of the corridor.
"Almost there!" Bendy said, relief slipping into his voice despite the glass shard stabbing into his foot.
They rushed forward and skidded to a stop in front of the doors. They made it
"Use it ..quickly," Bendy said.
Matthew swiped the keycard through the scanner
A sharp ding echoed from the panel. The doors began to open slowly with a heavy metallic groan.
"Come on, come... hurry please please," Bendy urged.
Behind them, Agnes tore free from the wreckage and immediately crawled towards them, and then she started to lunge down the corridor again. Her movements were faster now, more frantic and wild. Her sickle arm scraped the walls, sending sparks flying as she closed the distance.
The elevator doors opened just wide enough. They both manage to get in. Bendy slammed his hand against the emergence- close button. The elevator security system was reached immediately.
"BlOoDy MeN!" Agnes screamed.
She reached the elevator just as the doors began to slide shut. Her sickle arm shot forward, aimed straight at Matthew.
Bendy saw it, and without thinking, he moved. He stepped directly in front of Matthew.
This is going to hurt worse than the leg, he thought.
The sickle pierced through Bendy's chest. Bendy let out a violent scream. At that exact moment, he elevator doors slammed shut at that exact moment, severing Agnes' arm with a brutal metallic snap.
The sound echoed through the elevator
Bendy collapsed onto the elevator floor, the sickle blade embedded in his chest. Matthew reacted immediately, crouching beside him.
"Oh– Bendy–don't move."
Before Matthew could reach him, Bendy lifted his uninjured foot and braced it against the weapon. His hands grabbed the blade.
"Wait—"
With a sharp pull, he yanked the sickle free. For a moment, Matthew expected the wound to worsen.
Instead, the healing began.
Ribs snapped back into place. Ink-like flesh surged forward, sealing the wound. Dark liquid pulled itself back together, organs reforming and skin knitting closed in seconds.
Within moments, the injury was gone. Bendy sat up slowly and took a long breath.
"Okay," he said weakly. "Never go back to that level again."
Matthew didn't respond immediately. His gaze lingered where the wound had been, studying the last traces of ink fading away.
"Hay... Doey," Bendy said between breaths,
"Can you go to the panel and press the number 44C8..please? It'll move the elevator to somewhere safer."
Bendy leaned back against the wall, clearly drained.
"I would do it myself," he added quietly, catching his breath, "but... growing my own organs back takes a lot out of me."
Matthew stood and walked to the control panel. He examined the keypad carefully.
The buttons were labeled with strange combinations of letters and numbers—far more levels than the facility should realistically have. He examined the strange keypad for a moment, finger hovering over the keys. Then he pressed the sequence.
"44... C... 8," he muttered under his breath. He pressed the final button.
The elevator jolted. Then it began moving. Matthew felt the shift immediately.
Not up. Not down. Sideways.
"This isn't moving vertically," he said calmly.
Bendy let out a tired laugh."Yeah... that happens sometimes."
Matthew's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked back at Bendy.
"This place isn't built like a normal facility," Matthew said calmly.
Bendy let out a tired laugh. "Oh, good," he said. "You noticed." His fixed grin is still there.
The elevator hummed as it carried them deeper into wherever this place really was. Neither of them noticed the severed sickle arm lying on the elevator roof above them. Its fingers twitched.
Is he a new model they made here or something? The demon grab his arm and stared, just stared at him.
"Like, that toy from Playtime Co... right?" Bendy replay, letting go.
"Yes that's me-" Doey began.
The cartoon demon interrupt surprisely
"You don't look like him," Bendy blurted out before immediately covering his mouth and realizing that it was rude.
Doey look confuse, frowned towards Bendy's words
"What do you mean? I am Doey"
Bendy knew that was very rude, and it slipped out of him, but there is no taking it back now.
"Well... you look nothing like the one in the commercial, sure, you got red and blue down, but you're missing yellow and orange. And your features are a lot....... different.
"The Doey I remember when I was younger, is um..different. Unless you're some newer version-" before Bendy could finish.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DON'T LOOK LIKE Doey?"
The outburst came before he could stop it. He grabbed Bendy by the shoulders, panic flashing through his eyes.
Something is wrong, he had felt it since he woke up.
Did Playtime co do something to him?.
"Hay-hay, calm down!" Bendy stammered, "I'm just saying you look different!... There is a mirror over there to see it yourself."
Doey froze, slowly, he turned to the mirror and walked toward it, his step, slow, a little uneven, fear of what Bendy said was true.
The mirror was mostly intact, cracked along one side, but it was clear enough.
When he finally looked.
For a moment, he didn't recognize the figure staring back. For the first time in so long,.. He saw only a red dough-like skin and a blue handprint stretching from his chest down his legs.
He is slimmer than before. Younger looking, not as rounded as before.
"That's.... Not right," he whispered
He leaned closer to the mirror, pressing a trembling hand against his cheek.
"No. Im Doey," he said quickly, almost defensively. "I'm Doey the Doeman. I'm-"
He tried to reshape his face, to mold it back into the familiar rounded smile he remembered. For a second, it worked, but the moment he relaxed, the shape melted back into the unfamiliar form again.
He tried again. Harder this time. Forcing the smile wider, pushing it back to its place.
And again it reverted.
Whatever they did to him... it wouldn't let him go back.
His mind scrambles for something- anything - that would make sense.
Maybe it was damaged from freezing and drilling from the fight with Poppy's Angle. Maybe Playtime. Co has recovered their body and "fixed" him. Maybe this was an upgrade. Yes. That had to be it.
But this feeling in his chest- no deeper than that- it felt wrong. Empty. Lighter.
Like something had been carved out.
He only saw the red color
Not yellow
Not oranges
Just red
"No.." he breathed. "Where are they?" he looked all over himself, his head moving around, stretching to only see red and blue on himself.
The name "Doey" feels distant now. Like a costume he used to wear.
For a long moment, he just stared.
"Matthew."
The name slipped out quietly, like it had been waiting.
His shoulders tensed.
"No," he said again, more firmly this time. "I'm not-"
But the mirror didn't change, and neither did he.
The silence in the room felt heavier now.
Matthew stood frozen in front of the mirror, only his reflection staring there, a ghost in doe.
Behind him, Bendy shifted awkwardly, his fixed smile still there, but the nervous expression said it all.
"You okay there, pal?'
Bendy asked carefully, voice lower now, lost its teasing edge. Does not want to test his patient.
"I'm Doey," he muttered under his breath.
Bendy tilted his head slightly, taking a step back. "Uh...yeah. That's what you said."
"No...no," he said again, louder this time. "I am Doey...I am..."
The words sounded forced. Even to him.
Bendy hesitated before speaking again, gently this time.
"Well..maybe you have a different model or version. That happens, right? I mean...you still have the red and blue. It's not bad. Honestly? It's kinda stylish–"
Everything starts to slow down for Matthew from all this information, and Bendy words start to mumble and blur for him.
Missing, different, not the same, that what Bendy said, that's what he saw in the mirror. Matthew's breathing quickened.
"You know, " Bendy added nervously, "it could have been worse-"
Suddenly, Matthew spun around and grabbed Bendy by the shoulders tightly. Ink splattered slightly from Bendy's form as he yelped in surprise.
"Hay, let...let calm down-" Bendy was trying to de-escalate this iteration, but Matthew interrupted him, blinded by emotion.
"I am Doey," Matthew shouted. "That's who I am! That's who we-" He stopped.
We.
The word Hund in the air, His grip tightened unintentionally, Bendy felt the pain in his shoulder but ignored it.
Bendy winced. "H-hey, easy! I'm just telling what I know!"
Matthew's mind raced.
Red, only red, but where was the yellow? Where was the orange?
Where is–
"Where is Jack and Kevin?" he turned to Bendy, demanding suddenly, his voice cracked now instead of roaring.
"Who?" Bendy is a little confused and feels like he may have regret on that slip, fearing that he may be a feral like Agnes or close to being one.
"My brothers!" Matthew yelled, pulling him closer. Desperation overtook anger,
"We were together since–"
He stopped; he didn't want to remember it, but those terrible memories tried to surface on that day when they lost everything.
Bendy swallowed. Fear trembled through him, though his smile remained fixed, "I don't know!...",
felt ink drip from his forehead in nervous streaks, but that smile stuck there.
"I just got to this level for supplies! I swear I don't know anything about your brothers!"
Matthew stared at him; the fear in Bendy's eyes got to him. He had seen that look before.
His grip loosened, and removed from the shoulders, he may have bruised him; hopefully, he did break a bone.
"I'm sorry... I....I didn't mean to"
Matthew said quietly, stepping back from him. He didn't trust himself anymore.
Bendy immediately rubs his shoulder and looks at him, whipping the ink off his face.
Then it hit Mathew, if he was alive, then they could be too, and alone.
" no no, no... they could be here," He whispered
"Kevin!"
Matthew bugled out of the door and ran into the hallway.
"Jack!" He rushed out of the room before Bendy could stop him.
Bendy rushed after him.
"Wait .. wait, don't shout so out loud like that," Bendy ran after him into the hallway "She might still be around!"
Bendy blocks his path, trying to stop him from doing something reckless, but Mathew does something unnatural to slip through the narrow space passing Bendy immediately, his doe stretch and change before, reverting his body and continuing running.
"Ok, so he can stretch and shape, like an actual doe, should have thought of that," Bendy muttered to himself.
"....man, I thought my mind play trick on me again....Good to know." Bendy ran after him.
Matthew immediately ran into the lab where he had awakened. hoping they are in here.
"JACK... KEVIN?! Are you in here?!"
Bendy immediately follows to the lab, hearing the loud sound of equipment crashing and breaking glass. Knowing that Doey is making a mess and losing it.
"I am really risking my life for someone I just met, great,...... no, no were not leaving him... now let calm him down, or Agnes will notice the ruckest" Bendy muttered to himself.
Bendy walks in, seeing the mess unfold.
"NAAAAAAA,!" Matthew screamed in fustration lifted a broken table
"Stop," Bendy shouted, grabbing his arm.
"She'll hear you."
"They have to be here!.... they have to be! I can't lose them—I... I can't–"
Matthew stopped; his strength faltered. He slipped from his hands. He collapsed to his knees on the floor.
"They have to be..."
His voice broke, his mind is racing at a war by itself. If they are not here, then where?
Bendy hesitated before kneeling slightly nearby to try to comfort him.
"Hey, it's going to be ok, Doey.." Bendy placed his hand on his shoulder
"Look. They're not here. So that means something. If you're alive, they could be too." Bendy is trying to comfort him, but his words are not a strong sight for the cartoon like him.
Matthew's clay-like tears formed at the corners of his eyes
"Then they're out there," he said desperately. "Alone. Scared. They're all I have left. I can't lose them. Not like before. Not again"
Bendy understood the fear of losing someone and not knowing where they are or if they are safe.
"Okay," Bendy said carefully. "Then we find them. But we do it smart. Quiet. If not for you, then for them," Bendy said, trying to make
Matthew's breathing slowly steadied.
"So if they're not on this level... they could be somewhere else, in the facility?"
"Yeah," Bendy nodded. "Different territories. Different zones."
"You... you think so."
"I do," Bendy reached into his pocket
"I've got this." He pulled out a green keycard labeled 2C.
"It opens the elevator. It's the only way in and out of this level. We can use it to move. Figure things out from there."
Matthew stared at the card. Then at Bendy.
He had trusted before, and it had cost him everything.
"How do I know I can trust you?" he asked quietly.
Bendy didn't hesitate. He knows Doey would be cautious about who to trust; he has his own reason, and he can understand.
"I can't make you trust me," he said. "But I just saved you from Agnes. And I didn't have to..... But I did" his fixed smile remained, but his voice was sincere.
Matthew didn't look away from Bendy. The keycard gleamed faintly under the flickering lab lighting.
"You saved me," Matthew said slowly. "That doesn't mean I understand you."
"That's fair," Bendy replied. He could understand that. A beat of silence passed between them.
Matthew stood up and took the keycard from Bendy's hand. "I don't trust easily," Matthew admitted. "Not anymore."
Bendy gives a small shrug. "Good. You shouldn't."
That earned the faintest flicker of a reaction from Matthew. Not quite a smile. But something close.
Bendy cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Uh...Just so you know," he added, rubbing the back of his neck,
"That's the only keycard on this level. It took me a while to find it. It's the only thing that....uhm...open the elevator. The others are probably held by someone else. Or something. So they're hard to get."
Fidgeting with his finger.
"If we lose it..." He trailed off
Matthew looked down at the card again.
"So this was your way out of this level," he said quietly.
"Yeah. Was" Bendy corrected with a small shrug. "Now it's ours."
Matthew studied him carefully, trying to read past the permanent grin.
"You're giving up your only escape."
Bendy's smile didn't change even if he could, but his voice softened, he stood up, and rubbed his arm.
"Well..I wasn't getting very far alone anyway."
Bendy had never been good with conversation. Even before the experiments, he hadn't exactly been the social type.
Doey was probably the first person he'd spoken to this long in.... a very long time.
Another silence settled between them.
He was either brave or very stupid. Matthew wasn't sure which
"Alright," Matthew said quietly. "Let's go to the elevator."
"That g- great," Bendy said, forcing a nervous enthusiasm as he swayed slightly.
"You must've been in that test tube for a while. There's, uh... some things to catch up on."
Before Matthew could respond–
They heard heavy stopping echoed outside the lab. Metal scraped against concrete. Both of them froze. The sound was getting closer.
"Hide," Bendy whipper sharply. They moved at once.
Bendy darted behind an overturned office desk, dragging it slightly to create better cover. Matthew scanned the room quickly, eyes landing on the ceiling vent.
"Use the cooling vent next to you," Bendy said.
Matthew stiffened, the vents. The cooling vent, the cold. "I...I"
"What are you waiting for?.... hide Doey!" Bendy's voice trembled despite the whisper. His eyes showed real worry now.
Matthew stretched his arm on the vents. He could feel the cool pain it was emitting on his tips; a flashback of the pain came to him. Immediately pull his arm back.
Matthew hesitated only a second longer.
Then, instead of climbing, he slipped beneath another office desk. His body softened and reshaped, thinking and compressing unnaturally until he fit perfectly into the narrow space.
Bendy blinked. What–.
He didn't have time to question it. Agnes is coming.
The lab doors burst open. Agnes stepped inside.
Her sickle- like arm dragged across the floor, sending sparks where the metal scraped concrete. Her movements were jagged. Wrong. Like something puppeteering a body, it no longer understood.
"WhERe ArE tHeY..." she muttered, voice distorting between mechanical and human. "Bloody... bloody..."
She stalked through the room, her red eyes scanning the room.
Bendy pressed himself flat against the desk, holding his breath. Ink trembled along his arms.
Agnes stopped near him. Too close.
"BlOoDy MeN..." she hissed. "ThEy'rE aLl ThE sAmE." She stood directly beside the desk. For one long, suffocating moment, she didn't move.
Bendy felt a drop of ink slide down his temple. Agnes tilted her head. Then she moved on.
She dragged herself toward the far wall of the room. When she reached it, she knelt slowly and began mumbling to herself, scratching something into the surface with the tip of her weapon.
The sound was sharp. Unsteady. Broken spilled from her lips.
Bendy carefully lifted his head just enough to look. Across the room, beneath the other desk, Matthew stared back at him. Silent. They both just stare at each other.
Their eyes shifted to the door at the same time. They needed to leave. Quietly. Not.
Bendy slowly gestured with his hand, signaling Dory to slowly come. Then he lifted a finger and silently counted down without a sound.
Three.
Agnes was still kneeling at the far wall, scratching uneven circles into the surface, muttering to herself. "WhERe ArE You-" her voice glitched and cut off into broken whispers.
Two.
The scraping stopped, then continued.
One.
Bendy moved first.
He slid out from beneath the desk without a sound, keeping low as he carefully stepped around the table trying not to make a sound. Every movement was slow. Controlled.
Matthew followed, His body stretching and thinning unnaturally, shifting as he glided across the floor, far carefully reforming closer to the door. Once there, he turned and gestured urgently for Bendy to come along,
Bendy, managing, stepped away from his hiding spot and into the middle of the room. Broken glass. Scattered equipment. Cracked tiles. It was risky.
Matthew motioned again, more urgently now.
Bendy crossed the last stretch of floor quietly and slowly. His hand was just inches from Doey's, and he felt a bit of relief near safety–
Crack
The sharp sound shattered the silence. Bendy froze.
A broken beaker had splintered beneath his foot. A shard pierced through his shoe. Embedding into the sole. Pain shot up his leg.
He clamped a hand over his mouth, swallowing the cry that tried to escape.
Please. Please don't let her hear-
The scraping stopped.
Slowly. Agnes' head turned. It twisted too far, bones cracked, and it rotated toward them
"ThErE yOu ArE..." she whispered, voice splitting between tones. "BlOoDy MeN..." She rose without straightening her neck, head still bent at an unnatural angle, eyes locked onto them.
This is a Mascot horror crossover and au fanfiction.
Summery:
After the events that should have killed him, Doey wakes up somewhere new and Different.
Trapped in a facility far from Playtime Co., and missing pieces of himself, the name "Doey" begins to slip-replaced by something else.
Matthew.
With a reluctant ally named Bendy, he must survive a place filled with broken experiments, shifting levels, and creatures that were never meant to exist.
As he uncovers the truth behind the facility's dark history, one goal keeps him moving forward:
Find his brothers.
Before this place takes what's left of him, too.
The moment Poppy's Angle drove that giant drill into Doey's half-frozen body, everything went black and quiet.
It was hard to tell anything about it after that, but at that moment, it was surprisingly peaceful, sad, yes, but it was peaceful.
But then something shifted.
He wasn't awake, nor asleep either.
He became conscious in a strange, suspended state.
He felt something pulling away from him- like a piece of himself was being removed. It was difficult to understand in that condition, but something was wrong.
Something was missing
He woke with a sharp gasp.
He looked around. A shattered tube lay in pieces across the floor of his prison.
He sees other tubs that are similar to his. Labels on the medal rings of the test tube work like Star or Banban, though they look a little worn and faded.
The floor was covered in glass fragments around where he had fallen. He was thankful he was made of doe, if he had been flesh, the shards would have torn him apart.
Slowly, he stood.
This place was unfamiliar.
Was this another sector of Playtime Co.? Is this the labs,..... no, we would have known about this.
Something is not right and very wrong.
He couldn't place it. like something is missing, he walks around to and out through the door.
Could Playtime Co have a new location? Did they retrieve his body and place him here?
He stepped into the hallway.
Seeing scratch marks and color stains he knows all too well,
the wall and floors of this place, the facility looked abandoned. But it didn't feel empty.
If he had been relocated here, then there were dangers he didn't understand yet.
Further down the hall, strange symbols were scrawled across the wall, arrows, markings, and one word written beneath a skull symbol with gears large in it.
Forsaken.
"This is not good," he muttered to himself.
The emptiness inside him pulsed again. He didn't understand it, but he felt it.
As he continued down the hallway, he heard a whistle echoing faintly, and he turned toward the direction of the sound. The whistle shifted into a whisper, almost like an augment.
"Can you for one stop talking like that ink"
"Yeah, yeah, you and your dumb threat, we have to hurry, or Agnes knows we're here." Doey can hear the chatter getting almost louder the more he goes toward the sound.
Down the hall, he spotted a dark figure near the wall at the end of the hallway, split in two directions, drawing a symbol in black ink. The figure wore what looked like human-sized clothes, though it was difficult to tell clearly.
"Hello?" he called out
Then froze immediately and put his hand on his mouth; his voice sounded different.
The black figures spun around. Now he could see more clearly, cartoonish features, exaggerated eyes. It panicked and bolted left down the hallway.
"Wait," He chased after it. The moment he turned around a corner, it vanished.
All he saw was an ink puddle on the floor and another long hallway.
What?..did it just disappear?
He stared at it in confusion before continuing walking down the hall, knowing that the same figure may be hiding in this direction, so he continued walking, hoping to find him.
Unbeknownst to him, the same inky figure peeked from behind the opposite corner, watching him.
He looked almost cartoony, with two horns, pie-cut eyes, a fixed smile, and a black tail swinging back and forth.
But his eyes betrayed nerves and fear. He wore overalls, a white shirt stained with ink and dirt, and a black bowtie. He tilted his head.
Should I keep an eye on him? Maybe I should, I have a gut feeling about this.
Using a larger ink symbol on the wall, the creature melted into it and traveled silently to keep watch.
Meanwhile, Doey explored.
Empty medical rooms. Disarrayed equipment.
A torn poster hung on the wall. The Illustration had been scratched out, with ink smeared across the center as if someone had tried to erase it.
Only a fragment of text remained,
For A Better Tomorrow...
here at—- — , we value the health of the mind and soul—---,... think about you — Wellbeing.
The middle had been ripped away. Doey stared at it.
He found the poster odd in a way; it was not the normal Playtime Co advertisement he usually sees. The emptiness in his chest stirred again.
Eventually, he found a massive elevator door.
It required a keycard to open it.
He tried to go through the gap in the elevator, but it was airtight, making it hard to get in. His strength could not make the door open either; if he was going to the elevator, he needed a keycard.
That was when he heard crying, his protective instinct flared immediately. Is it the figure he saw earlier? Is he a child? He followed the sound without hesitation.
The ink cartoon watching from afar stiffened.
"Oh no, he's heading toward Agnes, she's going to tear him apart- and eat him."
The cartoon clutched his hand on his head showed signs of minor pain.
"Yes, I'm helping him," He muttered to himself. "I'm not standing by and letting him be in trouble," he says to himself. The pain passes, and he keeps moving, have to act fast before both of them are in trouble.
Doey reached a closed door where scores of the crying came from,
"Hello? Are you ok? Do you need help?"
He only heard mumbling answers from the inside. He opens the door slowly, and he can hear more mumbling, this time a little louder.
"filthy, liars, all of them, why .. why."
His feet were concerned, deepened in his voice
"Hey, it's ok.. Are you hurt or -"
"Get out"...
He blinked, confused. Before he could respond, the door burst open, and she towered over him,
red dead eyes crying some green liquid, acting as tears; her mouth covered in some thick ink, she looked like a warped toy mascot or something, and she is furious.
"GET OUT!"
She screamed, her voice mechanical and husky at once. Her arm morphed into a scrap-metal sickle blade and swung toward him.
He dodged and ran. He could fight her- but not like this. Whatever had happened to him had weakened him.
"ALL OF YOU MEN ARE THE SAME... "
Agnes shrieked, charging after him. "LIARS, MURDERERS ALL OF YOU!!!!!"
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't fight her in his condition. All he has to do is hide and hope she loses interest in him, though the chances seem slim.
As he turned a corner, it led to a dead end with an ink puddle on the floor.
Agnes' mechanical breathing thundered closer. He stepped back, placing his foot on the stand ink.
Suddenly, the ink puddle reacted, grabbing him, swallowing him whole. too fast to react. Like slipping through ice into cold water - thought "water" wasn't the right word for living ink.
He burst out of another puddle in a different room, no ink stain covering him, which is weird for him.
Before he could process what happened, the inky cartoon from earlier rushed and clamped a hand over Doey's mouth.
"Shhhh, don't make a sound. She can hear us."
The cartoon frantically pulled him away from the door window. Right on que Agnes passed by outside, and they both froze. She stopped in front of the window listening,
The ink cartoon held its breath out of fear.
Doey stared silently.
After a long, tense moment, Agnes continued walking down the hall. Her breathing is mechanical, stomping faded into the distance.
The ink creature sagged in relief, ink dripping from him.
He had never teleported something that large before, and it took a lot out of him. He walked back a little, crossed his arms, tail wrapping nervously around one of his legs.
Doey glanced around. The room resembled a medical holding area.
The ink creature straightened up suddenly, forcing a cheerful act.
Howdy there, buddy! My name is Bon-" he faltered, pausing for a quick moment. "Bendy... Bendy the Dancing Demon. And you would be, good sir?" He finish and offered his hand with a nervous smile.
Doey looked at it for a moment, but he didn't move.
Hesadent, warning him not to trust so easily. His smile faltered just slightly. He studied Bendy expressively, though he smiled, Doey could see the nervousness.
But no threat right now.
Slowly, cautiously, Doey lifted his hand. He hesitated only a second longer before placing it in Bendy's.
"Doey.... Doey the Doeman"
His voice was calm- But there was something careful beneath it now.
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Just made this smiling critters comic it’s a fan comic and with my little oc named butterflee,  and this grip is mostly from SpongeBob out of water the part where the whole post apocalyptic part  just sort of what happens if the smiling critters lost her charm necklace thingy around their neck. 
I made a drawing version of this art it’s from a music cover. It’s really nice so I thought I might try to like do it in my own drawing. I have a digital one. I might post soon. 
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Pick a few of your favorite game, movie, book, comic, ect in the generator.
it can be a crossover or an AU
Let the generator pick your two topic, you only get once so no do over in the generator, thier no fun it you press the random button over and over again.
You can pick the  character for the  Challenge.
Finnaly had fun you can write, draw or make a comic of it 
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