Neverending Loops

Chapter 1.

He was back in the studio. The one that used to bring so much joy and happiness, until Joey's sick desires took over. They'd been friends at one point, until the Studio happened. It had been idiotic for them to think that they could do anything about Joey's ideas. Everyone had their whole lives ahead of them, but now…nothing. 

At least they seemed to be Joey's ideas. He couldn't think of anything else. Other than the Ink Demon himself, but that probably wasn't correct. Unless Joey was desperate. 

Henry sighed, and scratched another mark into the already covered wall. Carving the thoughts away. At first, the endless loop had been terrifying, with the realistic, twisted incarnations of the once lovable toons had chased him. But now, it was just dull. Doing the same things, and listening to the same speeches had been insufferable so far. Today, he decided to change it; when Bendy appeared, he wouldn't run.

He would simply stand his ground, and see what the Demon would do. The thing obviously remembered the loops, unlike the others it seemed. Henry walked the familiar path to the ink machine, not even bothering to look around. He turned the machine on, grabbed the gear, and walked out. Like always, when he passed the break rooms door, a trail of ink soaked footprints led through it

The light in the next room clicked off, and he walked in. Nothing changed here, either; the record was in its place. Henry put it on top of the gear, and left; but not before switching the radio on. The jolly tune filled the dreary space quickly as he continued on. Next was the plush, just to get it out of the way. The hallway was dim, but he got to the projector room easily anyhow. 

Plush, plush…where was the damn thing? It was usually on either the chair or the shelves. But now, it wasn't anywhere in sight. Henry looked all over the room, feeling a bit nervous for some reason. He had to just be missing it, right? Something caught his eye in the doorway, the Bendy plush, sitting perfectly in the middle. 

He rolled his eyes and walked over, grabbing the plush harshly. Just a little trick to mess him up. Deciding it would be best to go ahead and place these items on their pedestals, Henry walked back down the hallway, noticing that the radio had stopped. It had to sometime; unlike the loop.

Once the three objects were placed, he had three more to go. The inkwell, the book, and the wrench. He decided to get the inkwell first, then then the other two items, with the wrench being last. Nothing more occured with the other items, they had all been in their places. But now, he had to get the wrench, his least favorite item to obtain.

Henry walked down the hall, dreading the thing he would have to do. The bloodied and mangled corpse of Boris greeted him, and he resisted the urge to simply run out of the room. The wolf was always friendly in the animations, along with the mischief he caused. This wasn't right, seeing him all torn apart like this. 

He reached his hand into Boris's chest, trying to ignore the flesh and blood now coating his hand. Normally, the wrench would come out of the corpse without issue, but now it was stuck. Another trick, surely; Joey was probably bored with the storyline being repetitive. Henry pulled on the tool again, wincing at the squelching noise it made.

Finally, the thing gave a bit and he tried to pull again, only to be stopped by a cold, inky hand. The Boris corpse had its hands gripped around his arm, something that shouldn't be possible. Its mouth opened, spilling a mixture of ink and blood. The clones throat had been slashed, and it made choked noises as it tried to speak. 

He pulled back against the dead thing, not liking Joey's tricks and games. Again, the Boris clone gurgled, and he could hear what sounded like a word. 

"I- k-kn-" More blood spilled from its open mouth, along with bits of gore from its dissected chest. "-ow you." With effort, it lifted its head and looked at him with sightless eyes. "I-"