The Inky World Of The Ink Machine

Chapter 15 - This hell forsaken studio

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I begged my parents to let me go to the studio. I told them I wanted to solve this mystery. I wanted to see the place. To be an action. But they didn't allow me. No matter what I did.

So the only thing I thought I could do, was to make with them a deal. If I'll do something big, they might let me do something big as well. So I went to them and suggested.

"Mom, dad. Let's make a deal."

"What kind of a deal, honey?", asked mom.

"Well, you probably remember about how I begged you to let me go to the studio. So I will do anything for you, but you have to let me go there for as long as I need."

"How long would it be?", asked my father.

"I don't know. That's why give me something big. I'll do it and you will like loving dog's allow me to go."

"You know that dogs can also not hear on you, darling.", said my mother.

"It doesn't matter. So...you're gonna give me something?"

Both of my parents looked out of the window and then back at me. They said:

"Ok. Deal is the deal. We'll let's you go for as long as you need, but you have to clean up the whole entire house. Including the basement.", said dad.

"Deal."

And so I started. To be honest, it wasn't boring at all. I was hearing to music, dancing with the mop and using help-machines if I could.

After an hour, it was done. My parents were shocked. No one could do it in an hour. See. I am a professional. They checked everything 'cause you know, it was too quick. After checking, they were defeated. I packed my bags, said a last goodbye to them and left the house.

Some time later, I was there.

Joey Drew Studios.

It was swell. Just swell. I knocked on the door. No one opened. I tried to open the door. Still nothing. It was then that I noticed a trashcan next to me. I looked in it and I found the keys.

Why would someone put them there? It doesn't matter. I unlocked the door and enter the building. I noticed a female laying on the floor. She had black hair with some green on her front hair. She wore clothes like a scientist. I run up to her, shaking her body.

"Hello? Miss? Can they hear me?"

She slowly opened her eyes. Her gold-yellowish wish eyes looked up at me. She then sat up.

"I'm okay, darling. Where am I?"

"Joey Drew Studios?", I answered.

Why did I made that sound like a question?

"Which year is it? Can you tell me?"

She looked worried and she had panic, like something bad happened. I told her:

"2024."

"I was so long unconscious?!"

"What do they mean?"

"Kid. I was the last time awake in the year 2023 in August."

Wait, WHAT! This lady slept over a half year in this studio and no one found her? She literally layed in front of the exit door. We stood up.

"Come with me, kid."

I followed her to the dark hallway. She took my hand and guided me through it. We were in a room where a machine and six pedestalts stood. She then asked: