A short story connected to the World of BATIM
I do not own Bendy and the Ink Machine it belongs to TheMeatly Games
Scratch out
Cover everything up.
Ignore it
Never speak of it.
Esease it
Every trace that could possibly be connected.
Forget it
Like it was a bad dream.
Enforce it
If something that even hinted to it, he would stop that conversation. Even if everyone else would still think of it.
Keep the peace
The last thing that was needed was that those undisturbed by the incident to know.
Quiet
Those that knew needed to keep their silence.
Stop thinking
He would find a way to make sure they could never think of IT of HIM again.
Improve
He would ensure them that they would reach their goals and achieve their greatness and potential.
But despite everything he did. Rebellion was still alive within those that remembered, fire and hope still within their eyes.
He would have to deal with that.
The haunting place was once a joyful place but it had all changed. This was the ink demon's domain, this was the gateway to hell.
And everyone feared the demon.
Everyone feared the corrupted form of something that once brought them so many good times and laughter. It was an insult to everything HE ever stood for.
It was HIS fault after all, now all that was left was HIS downfall.
There was constant danger lurking within the walls. Corrupted forms of those that once wandered the hall. All crying for release, all looking in vain for an escape. All of them searching for something even if they have forgotten what.
Hands that had once been white and pristine now covered in ink and tattered. The only thing to do was make it through the day.
He has forgotten how long it has been like this.
Yet despite knowing this he still kept it, probably the only intact memorabilia from when they were all happy. How long had he been without the sunlight? Those days outside seemed like a dream, a dream he could only visit in his sleep.
Those dreams, those memories, they were one of the few joys, the few comforts he still had.
He read the bottom of the photograph one more time.
Founders of Joey Drew Studio
Probably the only photo where HE wasn't scratched out.
How he missed that man.
He would never forget the last time he saw him.
Little did he know, that embrace would be his last.
Those words mean the world to him.
"No matter what happens. I love you, don't forget that."
He never forgot that. Even when some tried to tell him otherwise.
He was told that to have faith in times of bleakness.
That there was a light at the end.
But when wandering blind, it seems hopeless.
But something is happening, someone is here, someone from the outside.
They might still have a chance, they might get out.
The last thing he wanted was for someone else to be lost here.
Because if they made it out there might still be hope.
There are three things he will not let go off.
His friends
His memories
And his hope.
Because if he does he will be dead even if his heart is still beating.