I always have hated it when people put their trust on me for something even though they know I'm not the most dependable person in the studio, I would even dismiss their request and leave. So, how come did I ended up being chased by a monster they trusted me to handle? I could've dismissed it and left, but I chose to come? How dumb.
Right, an old pal of mine asked me to come and visit his studio, no, our studio. He said he needed me to fix something, to see a so called "gift". I would've dismissed it and go through my usual days, why didn't I do so? Did I miss him? Don't be ridiculous, I hated him.
I'm starting to get tired, running around a statue, sliding down multiple desks, but I've never really found what I was searching for. I'm too old for this, young men would run around and find it fun, but me? no, all running has ever given to me is back pains. And I'd come to my wife just to ask her to give me a massage.
Now that I mentioned it, I'm starting to miss those days, when my wife would greet me every morning with warm smile and cook me breakfast, joking around with me, I'd usually entertain her as well with my drawings and humors. Oh, how much I miss those days, I want it back, I do.
After a couple of rounds, I lost balance and fell, but unfortunately, the Ink demon gripped on my wrist. I tried to break free but it did no good, it pulled me and try so hard to scare me.
It's so pointless, what do you mean it is trying to scare me? it could've killed me off but it chose to waste it's time by trying to make me feel scared, how pathetic, I wish I didn't create this thing in the very first place. How can I let myself got chased by my own creation?
"Hahaha! I'm going to die again, aren't I? I'm starting to get tired of this cycle, Bendy!" I yelled frustratingly, continued with laugh that is meant to let go of my frustration. my patience wearing thin from the repeats. I know damn well Bendy likes to play with his prey, so if I'm not scared, I won't die, he'll wait until I'm afraid.
"Good night" I muttered under my hitched breath, as if I'd rest if I die, as if. I looked away, as if waiting for something. Laying weakly in its palm, as if I'd be found when I "die". But it just chuckles, or what seems to be it, just to scare me, just to make me fear him.
The moment I closed my eyes from fear, that's when it hits the most. Everything went blank, it's like I became nothing, It's like death, but not my usual death. "Henry!" anyway, what was that? Did I hear something? Nope, maybe not so important, back to my point; I want to die, and I mean actual death.
"Henry! Wake up you idiot!" he yelled, the voice stung my ears and it might have blasted my eardrum. I opened my eyes and found myself in a stash, which I would've hate if it's Joey's. "Uh, wait, are you the one who sacrificed me to the ink demon!?" I remember this guy!
What's going on? Why did I wake up to… THIS guy? Did he save me? Sammy literally tried to KILL me, so if I am to trust him, it might be the worst move ever. What and how did this happen? Wasn't I supposed to die and got revived by a statue? Or win the chase and repeat it all from the start like a replayed show does? I guess this will be the first step in breaking the cycle.
If only I don't need to work with Sammy, I'd be in love with this idea and maybe even let this new path of story continue. I'll make sure to find a way to keep up with this story path, I won't waste this opportunity to break a cycle, a curse.