Joey and The Ink Machine. || A BATIM AU FANFICTION.

MOVING PICTURES - PART 4

The fifth round of Henry's object collecting began after he left the breakroom again—and wondered through some of the narrow hallways once more to find another object he could potentially use. Though as he did so, his thoughts seemed to aimlessly also wonder to the thought of his family. Linda.. she was the one who had asked him to maybe take a break from his job or quit. But with the way Joey had described it, Henry thought it might have been better to stay after all. He was basically useless to his wife since he was quiet all the time, so he figured staying would probably make him much less of a burden on her.

..yet that thought alone made him ache, and he could only feel himself frown. As he continued to wonder by various closets, he started to ponder if maybe there could be objects inside that could be used in his simple quest. He wasn't sure if any of the closets belonged to anyone in particular, but.. he was hoping for his own convenience that they didn't.

As he wondered past, Henry quickly came to a stop when he noticed one of the closet doors had been creaked open, but.. judging by the lack of light or sound in there, it was probably vacant.

Arching a brow, Henry stared for a moment. Before shrugging his shoulders, and simply deciding that maybe he could search in here. So, taking a step foward, he walked closer to the door, gripped the door-knob, and gently pushed it open.

The interior of the closet was.. almost like some personal office. The only source of light within was a few small candles on what appeared to be a desk, with a radio sitting atop the table as well. There was a paper on the desk that read something he couldn't exactly decipher. And a small can of soup was sitting on a nearby shelf.

His eyes then lingered to the floor once they noticed a small, dark, round shape. It was.. a disc. Just leaning against the wall. Seemingly just left there. He wasn't sure if it belonged to anyone, but..

Henry shuddered. A thought like that didn't mattered when imagining the consequences of how Joey would react if he wasn't done fast enough. So, bending down, he grabbed the disc gently into his hands. The disc was shiny—even more so with the candle-light just barely shimmering upon if from behind.

He then sighed again. "That's.. another one down."

He then glanced over to the radio. A bit curious, Henry reached his hand foward—and pushed the button that would normally turn radio's on. In response—it began to play swing music that very obviously had the sound of piano within it. The music was rather catchy, and the rhythm was nice as Henry just stood and listened to it.

For a moment, things actually felt rather peaceful as he stood in there. Perhaps he could—

"Hey, who's in there?! That's my closet!"

As if immediately knowing they were talking about the closet he was in, Henry flinched upward.

"So—Sorry! Sorry.."

He then immediately shut the radio off—the moment of peace being gone within only a few seconds.

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The sixth round of object-collecting began once he put away the desk, and headed toward the direction of a hallway he knew quite well at this point.

As he walked into the familiar hallway he never thought he'd see again, he audibly let out a groan. He turned around a corner, and saw—as he often did whenever he went into this area, his desk. It was small, lit up by the artifical light that was hanging above. There were dozens of papers stuck to the walls, and to the floors. The wooden, worn-down chair was the same as ever. And that stupid drawing of a concept of Bendy without no teeth he didn't use was.. still stuck on there.

He stopped in his tracks for a moment. Just by staring, he suddenly felt more tired than before.

"..guess I'll be spending more time in this old desk after all."