2 - New Mission
Any common sense I once had disappears as I resolve to find the required parts to turn on this Ink Machine. From the corner of my eye, I spot a worn tape recorder.
I find myself smiling as I listen to an old coworker talk on and on… memories of the Golden Days. The small idea that Joey and I shared had been transformed into an animation empire. Everything was going better than we ever anticipated until the day when- the tape recorder slipped out of my hands and cracked into a million pieces at my feet, jarring me back to reality. The silence reminded me of my true task, and I set off in search of the office relics.
As I journey on, I can't help but debate with myself.
"Remember Henry, take a right, to straight and the second doorway on the left is the break room. No you idiot, you've forgotten where to go and now you're lost."
The groaning of the creaky floor snaps me out of the trance. Had I already collected all the relics? Was I really talking to myself? That doesn't matter, I shift priorities and raise my pipe, "This isn't funny Joey." I slink into the breakroom, involuntarily tensing up in preparation for anything that may be inside.
While setting every object in its appropriate spot, I can't help but pause and study Joey's own book titled The Illusion Of Living. "What are you hiding Joey?"
Everything blurs together as I fix the power and prepare to turn on the machine. "Since when have I known how to do this? Wally's the mechanic." There I go, talking to myself again, better get out of here quick.
Returning to the Ink Machine I flip the power on, only to freeze as it emits a loud growling sound. Now that my job is done I should leave promptly, it's not my intention to figure out what I have just done.
Though I'm moving as far away from the Ink Machine as I can, the groans get louder and louder. Suddenly I turn the corner and smack into a boarded door, staggering back on impact. Waves of pain coursed through my body. "I swear the entrance was right here." Peering into the dim room seems like the best option as I scan the area for anything helpful.
From out of nowhere Bendy jumps at me, sticking his head through the slats and clawing at my face. I scream as inky claws blind me, and stagger back in the direction of the door in hopes of escape. The floor below me cracks, and I begin to plummet down, deeper into the studio. My last sight in my fading conscious is the amalgamated face of Bendy- my own creation staring down at me.
And then it all fades to black.