User blog comment:Moon Snail/Sneak peek at a future room of mine/@comment-26212232-20170428071452

My version:

Lucas:Everyone... I have to show you something..

Lucas walks up to a desk. The desk has a open book with sketches, along with the thing in desks where you dip your pen in ink. There is also a pen sitting on the desk. Suddenly, distant music plays. YOU Papyrus: Wowie, I wonder how that music is playing! It sounds oddly catchy..

Suddenly, Bendy and Boris rips through the pages on the desk, and pokes his head out.

Bendy: I AM ALIVE! IMMORTIAZLIED! YOU'RE THE CREATOR, YOU TRATIOR! HEY! THERE'S NO VACCINE, TO CURE OUR DIRTY NEEDS! FOR NOW YOU MUST, BUILD UP OUR MACHINE YOU DIE TONIGHT!

Boris: *singing as background vocals*

Bendy: A DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO, TONIGHT, A DOO DOO DOO DOO, BUILD UP OUR MACHINE YOU DIE TONIGHT, A DOO DOO DOO DOO, TONIGHT, A DOO DOO, CREATED AS MONSTERS THAT COME TO LIIIIIIFE, TONIGHT, BUILD UP OUR MACHINE YOU DIE TONIGHT!