Brooklyn Stein, Henry's sister. After she left the studio in 1940 she thought it was all over. Her walls built up, her smile long forgotten...
What happens when one day she gets a letter from her brother's old friend and her boss?
Started: November...
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*~{Audrey}~*
"And from the hollowed darkness, from the wretched abyss, a savior comes at last." I woke up seeing my head was laying on Brooklyn's shoulder.
"Brooke!" I said hugged her. She was set glaring at the person in front of us. "Wilson?" I questioned. "Rest yourself, Audrey. You're still weak." He said.
"The Keepers can be relentless to strangers. But there's nothing to fear, as long as I'm with you both. You're safe now."
Brooke wrapped a protective arm around my shoulder. "You did this to us. You brought us here. Turned us into these... these things!" I lashed out.
"This doesn't make sense! We've never done anything to you!" "Open your eyes and look around you! None of this makes sense!" Wilson yelled.
"Drawn walls. Nightmarish creatures. A ancient studio that died out almost thirty years ago. It's all fiction." Wilson said.
"Utter nonsense! And yet... in here, it exists." He said holding onto a brief case. "It breathes. It flourishes. Reality guided by its master's pen. The foundation for a new reality."
"We can bleed into our own." He took out some sort of jar. "Just think of it. Anything we create in here, we can release." He took off the lid and took out some ink, making it into a small Bendy.
"But first. This world must be controlled." Brooke's grip on my shoulder tightened. "Made safe. These... things. These angels and demons. Are they really life? Or are they just... stains." He said and took the small Bendy, crushing it in his hand.
"Old mistakes ready to be cleansed away. For newer, greater things." I could see in Brooke's stare. If staring could kill, Wilson would be ash.
"What do you want from us?" I asked. "I... need your help. To save my fathers life." "What?" I replied. The train came to a stop.
"This is our stop. We'll talk more once we're safely inside." I got up and went to grab my gent pipe and Brooke's axe.
"Stay close. This place isn't as safe as it once was." Wilson said. We followed him passing by a keeper who was strangling a lost one.
"The Demon and Fallen Angel's evil continues to spread. This world has begun to shutter...
"He's lying, Audrey."
"Be quiet!" I mumbled. "What did you say?" Wilson asked. "Nothing. It was nothing." I replied. "Almost there." Wilson said pulling a lever to open the door.
