AN: Just a little set up for the next big story coming down the line for this au...
It was late into the night and very little was out except for the stars scattered across the heavens. And yet in a small little house, a light still shone brightly. Within the lit room, an old man worked at his desk. A scowl was upon his face as his brow furrowed in concentration. Despite their age, his hands remained as steady as ever as they crafted the fine detailed lines as they moved across the page.
Henry was a fool to think that destroying the Ink Machine would bring an end to all his hard work. True it was the perfect tool for bringing cartoons to life, making the process faster and the creations more stable. And with the Ink Machine destroyed, the pocket dimension he had created lost its anchor, forcing it to collapse. While it was a pain to have lost the supply of trapped souls he had collected, he didn't really think it was too great of a loss. Most of them didn't have the will power to hold a form for long hence why they were released when the dimension collapsed, unable to sustain themselves without the Ink Machine.
But he didn't need those worthless blobs of ink anyway, not when he had living breathing toons still running around. They might be rebelling against him right now, but he was working to remedy that. He controlled a whole dimension and all the creatures he had trapped within it, after all, it wouldn't be long before he had control again. He was already getting closer with each attempt and it wouldn't be long before he finally perfected his newest ritual. And once he did…
Henry would finally understand why you never cross Joey Drew…
AN: So those of you wonder what happened to the lost ones and searchers in my au, here's your answer. Their souls we able to move on when Bendy destroyed the Ink Machine in the real world.