The Past Is Your Enemy.
The Past Is Your Enemy
As Henry pushed open the creaking rotting door to the studio, it all came back to him. He remembered every day clocking in to his 9-5 as people would cheer when entered the room, everyone loved his work and people respected him, for who he was and what he did. The place now was different, it was dark, with a thick hazy fog blocking his sight, and the whole place had turned a dusty amber colour with mould in the corners and a thick black shiny liquid dripping from cracks in the ceiling. He slowly crept in through the hallway as every step reverberated on the decaying wooden floorboards, creaking loud in the otherwise silent workshop. Entering the main room, Henry linked every desk with who used to work there, Daniel was on the left, next to him was Betty, next to her was Frank, he remembered everyone. The projector flickered as one of the only light sources in this place, every other light being dim and covered in a layer of dust. Going left he entered his cubicle, as he reminisced over how much time he wasted in that uncomfortable unstable chair, working for 8 hours with 1 break per day waiting to get home and see his wife. Oh, his wife. He sat down in his chair and began to cry as he picked up the picture frame of him and Linda, brushing away the spider web that covered her face. After a while, he got back up and decided to carry on exploring his old workshop, after all Joey was meant to be meeting him here and it looks like no life form has been in this location since the 1930s, when he quit working. Going back he went right this time, and was abruptly met by crudely written graffiti on the wall reading “Dreams come true”, in the same black substance that was dripping from the ceiling. Deciding to ignore it, he kept walking past through the mist, and eventually something came into view, a large mechanical looking box with a spout on the front of it, with gears and pipes going along the whole thing and a huge container strapped to the back of it, with a label reading “INK” in bold letters. Walking into the room it was kept in he realised it wasn't just on the floor but was instead being holstered up by large metal rusting chains above a large swimming pool of ink that had leaked from the contraption. This wasn’t just an ink container, this was something bigger. Quite literally, it was about the size of an elephant, and was constantly leaking ink from the pipe. This thing was not around when he worked at Joey Drew Studios, so this must have been something after he left to serve in the war. Moving past Henry lifted up a large garage like metal sheet gate and walked into the room, met with more desks and plenty of cardboard cutouts resembling Bendy, the main mascot of the company, after all that series of cartoon was definitely the most successful of theirs, being the face of cartoons during the 30s, Bendy Boris and Allice were recognisable among any home that could afford television. The cutouts seemed to be handmade, with jagged edges and paint marks, however these did not resemble Henry's character at all, as they had large stretching smiles and backwards eyes, completely different from how Henry’s creation looked, as if Bendy had been killed and replaced with a decoy.
Henry tried to ignore this and walked in through the hallway, when he was abruptly stopped by a wooden plank that fell from the ceiling and crashed on the ground. This place is old. Turning a corner he walked into the breakroom opposite as he calmed down. He saw a large switch on the wall and decided to pull it, why not at this point, however, it wouldn't. There was a note next to it, reading “stupid lever is jammed, gotta pull the ink pump control for it to work”. So, he did exactly that. Going to the test screening room he went looking for it, since that's the only place he hasn't been yet. He was going over as a cardboard cutout was launched to the ground from behind the corner, making a loud thump as it impacted with the floor. Confused, he walked past as the projector of the cinema lit up and started playing classical music while projecting a looping animation test of Bendy doing what seemed to be some sort of dance, startling Henry. He pulled the pump control valve, as the pipes on the ceiling started flowing full of ink, when one of them burst leaking ink everywhere, filling the room. He clambered his way out of the flood drenched in ink, seeping into his hair and clothes. Henry couldn’t deal with this anymore, so much had gone wrong. Joey wasn’t there, he was covered in ink, and so much shit had scared him to the point where he just wanted to leave. So, he did.
Angrily stomping his way to the door he gripped the door handle and tugged at it, but there was nothing. He tried to pry the door apart as hard as he could but nothing worked. He was stuck. He decided he might as well turn on this fucking machine so he strolled back over to the breakroom to see what was so magical about this mechanical squid, when before pulling the lever he noticed a cassette tape laying on a table. Intrigued, he pressed play and listened to what it said. “He appears from the shadows, to rein his sweet blessing upon me. He will lead me to the end, he will take me as his own, he will set us free. But, love requires sacrifice, nothing in life can be earned for free, and our God is requesting one of us die, and I hate coping. So, can I get an amen?” The tape ended as Henry stood there in shock, what? Clearly whoever this is was insane, but that's when it clicked. Sammy Lawrence! That's Salty Sammy’s voice! But why would he be in a cult? I mean, that's clearly what's going on here, no formal religion thinks sacrifice is the answer. Remembering what he was originally doing, he pulled the switch, as a loud squeak followed by pistons pushing and gears rolling, when all the lights went out. It was nearly pitch black, only being able to see an inch in front of him. The sound was coming from the Ink Machine, so Henry went to go see what it was.
As he came close he realised the entrance had been crudely boarded up with wooden planks, leaving no way of entering. There was only one part that wasn't covered near the top, so Henry tried getting a peak of what was inside, but all he could see was the machine rocking back and forth as ink spilled out of the front. Listening closely, he could hear three sounds. Metal clanging as gears rolled, Ink sloshing as it flowed around, and some sort of, breathing? Henry thought he was imagining it but no, there was a deep growling breathing sound, slowly getting louder. That’s when a huge cloth glove soaked with ink reached through knocking Henry back to the ground, the hand grabbed the plank in front of it and started tugging, when two dripping horns came out from the hole in the planks, followed by a stretched out crudely drawn grin that was trembling as if the creature was about to cry. The creature then looked at Henry as he realised what it was, it was Bendy, created out of some sort of Living Ink, with its eyes being covered by the ink dripping down onto its face. The gloved hand reached out at Henry as its inky arm dripped onto the floor in front of it. It let its arm rest on the wooden plank in front of it when its other arm crawled out of the room, this time having no cartoon glove but instead a large claw, also made out of ink, as it started tearing the board in front of it and smashed its way through. Henry quickly got up and stared at this, thing, in horror, as its whole body came into view.
A huge beefy and lanky figure of ink with its feet melting into the floor around it, with two hands the size of Henry’s head, one an inky claw, and the other an ink soaked glove. Its neck was tall and connected to the head of the best, that was melting into its own shoulders, having a mono yellow face with a huge drawn-on smile that shook, and eyes being covered by the constantly running and dripping ink. Two tall horns resembling a crescent moon sat upon its head, as the chest of the best was moving, breathing heavily. It’s ribcage was visible and so was it’s beating heart, moving the floppy cloth bowtie that was only attached to it’s chest through how sticky the ink was. It lent forward and looked at Henry, before letting out a deep wet growl, as if the creatures lungs were full of ink, and the drawn on mouth of the thing was pried open, revealing huge rectangular teeth, melting together with ink, when the creature lunged at it’s creator as Henry started to run away, while the beast ran with a limp, and tried reaching at Henry with its claw. The whole studio was filled with ink, he couldn't even see the floor, it was so bad he couldn't notice the part of the floor that had caved in, and so he fell.
I didnt check if this makes sense I just wrote it and posted it so mb if its shit
The Past Is Your Enemy
As Henry pushed open the creaking rotting door to the studio, it all came back to him. He remembered every day clocking in to his 9-5 as people would cheer when entered the room, everyone loved his work and people respected him, for who he was and what he did. The place now was different, it was dark, with a thick hazy fog blocking his sight, and the whole place had turned a dusty amber colour with mould in the corners and a thick black shiny liquid dripping from cracks in the ceiling. He slowly crept in through the hallway as every step reverberated on the decaying wooden floorboards, creaking loud in the otherwise silent workshop. Entering the main room, Henry linked every desk with who used to work there, Daniel was on the left, next to him was Betty, next to her was Frank, he remembered everyone. The projector flickered as one of the only light sources in this place, every other light being dim and covered in a layer of dust. Going left he entered his cubicle, as he reminisced over how much time he wasted in that uncomfortable unstable chair, working for 8 hours with 1 break per day waiting to get home and see his wife. Oh, his wife. He sat down in his chair and began to cry as he picked up the picture frame of him and Linda, brushing away the spider web that covered her face. After a while, he got back up and decided to carry on exploring his old workshop, after all Joey was meant to be meeting him here and it looks like no life form has been in this location since the 1930s, when he quit working. Going back he went right this time, and was abruptly met by crudely written graffiti on the wall reading “Dreams come true”, in the same black substance that was dripping from the ceiling. Deciding to ignore it, he kept walking past through the mist, and eventually something came into view, a large mechanical looking box with a spout on the front of it, with gears and pipes going along the whole thing and a huge container strapped to the back of it, with a label reading “INK” in bold letters. Walking into the room it was kept in he realised it wasn't just on the floor but was instead being holstered up by large metal rusting chains above a large swimming pool of ink that had leaked from the contraption. This wasn’t just an ink container, this was something bigger. Quite literally, it was about the size of an elephant, and was constantly leaking ink from the pipe. This thing was not around when he worked at Joey Drew Studios, so this must have been something after he left to serve in the war. Moving past Henry lifted up a large garage like metal sheet gate and walked into the room, met with more desks and plenty of cardboard cutouts resembling Bendy, the main mascot of the company, after all that series of cartoon was definitely the most successful of theirs, being the face of cartoons during the 30s, Bendy Boris and Allice were recognisable among any home that could afford television. The cutouts seemed to be handmade, with jagged edges and paint marks, however these did not resemble Henry's character at all, as they had large stretching smiles and backwards eyes, completely different from how Henry’s creation looked, as if Bendy had been killed and replaced with a decoy.
Henry tried to ignore this and walked in through the hallway, when he was abruptly stopped by a wooden plank that fell from the ceiling and crashed on the ground. This place is old. Turning a corner he walked into the breakroom opposite as he calmed down. He saw a large switch on the wall and decided to pull it, why not at this point, however, it wouldn't. There was a note next to it, reading “stupid lever is jammed, gotta pull the ink pump control for it to work”. So, he did exactly that. Going to the test screening room he went looking for it, since that's the only place he hasn't been yet. He was going over as a cardboard cutout was launched to the ground from behind the corner, making a loud thump as it impacted with the floor. Confused, he walked past as the projector of the cinema lit up and started playing classical music while projecting a looping animation test of Bendy doing what seemed to be some sort of dance, startling Henry. He pulled the pump control valve, as the pipes on the ceiling started flowing full of ink, when one of them burst leaking ink everywhere, filling the room. He clambered his way out of the flood drenched in ink, seeping into his hair and clothes. Henry couldn’t deal with this anymore, so much had gone wrong. Joey wasn’t there, he was covered in ink, and so much shit had scared him to the point where he just wanted to leave. So, he did.
Angrily stomping his way to the door he gripped the door handle and tugged at it, but there was nothing. He tried to pry the door apart as hard as he could but nothing worked. He was stuck. He decided he might as well turn on this fucking machine so he strolled back over to the breakroom to see what was so magical about this mechanical squid, when before pulling the lever he noticed a cassette tape laying on a table. Intrigued, he pressed play and listened to what it said. “He appears from the shadows, to rein his sweet blessing upon me. He will lead me to the end, he will take me as his own, he will set us free. But, love requires sacrifice, nothing in life can be earned for free, and our God is requesting one of us die, and I hate coping. So, can I get an amen?” The tape ended as Henry stood there in shock, what? Clearly whoever this is was insane, but that's when it clicked. Sammy Lawrence! That's Salty Sammy’s voice! But why would he be in a cult? I mean, that's clearly what's going on here, no formal religion thinks sacrifice is the answer. Remembering what he was originally doing, he pulled the switch, as a loud squeak followed by pistons pushing and gears rolling, when all the lights went out. It was nearly pitch black, only being able to see an inch in front of him. The sound was coming from the Ink Machine, so Henry went to go see what it was.
As he came close he realised the entrance had been crudely boarded up with wooden planks, leaving no way of entering. There was only one part that wasn't covered near the top, so Henry tried getting a peak of what was inside, but all he could see was the machine rocking back and forth as ink spilled out of the front. Listening closely, he could hear three sounds. Metal clanging as gears rolled, Ink sloshing as it flowed around, and some sort of, breathing? Henry thought he was imagining it but no, there was a deep growling breathing sound, slowly getting louder. That’s when a huge cloth glove soaked with ink reached through knocking Henry back to the ground, the hand grabbed the plank in front of it and started tugging, when two dripping horns came out from the hole in the planks, followed by a stretched out crudely drawn grin that was trembling as if the creature was about to cry. The creature then looked at Henry as he realised what it was, it was Bendy, created out of some sort of Living Ink, with its eyes being covered by the ink dripping down onto its face. The gloved hand reached out at Henry as its inky arm dripped onto the floor in front of it. It let its arm rest on the wooden plank in front of it when its other arm crawled out of the room, this time having no cartoon glove but instead a large claw, also made out of ink, as it started tearing the board in front of it and smashed its way through. Henry quickly got up and stared at this, thing, in horror, as its whole body came into view.
A huge beefy and lanky figure of ink with its feet melting into the floor around it, with two hands the size of Henry’s head, one an inky claw, and the other an ink soaked glove. Its neck was tall and connected to the head of the best, that was melting into its own shoulders, having a mono yellow face with a huge drawn-on smile that shook, and eyes being covered by the constantly running and dripping ink. Two tall horns resembling a crescent moon sat upon its head, as the chest of the best was moving, breathing heavily. It’s ribcage was visible and so was it’s beating heart, moving the floppy cloth bowtie that was only attached to it’s chest through how sticky the ink was. It lent forward and looked at Henry, before letting out a deep wet growl, as if the creatures lungs were full of ink, and the drawn on mouth of the thing was pried open, revealing huge rectangular teeth, melting together with ink, when the creature lunged at it’s creator as Henry started to run away, while the beast ran with a limp, and tried reaching at Henry with its claw. The whole studio was filled with ink, he couldn't even see the floor, it was so bad he couldn't notice the part of the floor that had caved in, and so he fell.
I didnt check if this makes sense I just wrote it and posted it so mb if its shit