The Novelization: Bendy and the Ink Machine

Chapter 1- Moving Pictures (Updating)

Henry stepped through the door, and closed it behind him. The old hinges creaked, as the door clicked shut behind him. He was here, despite everything. Why did he decide to humor Joey's letter in the first place? The joy of seeing an old friend again? Did Joey just want his help again?

Joey Drew Studios.

He remembered the studio, but it had been thirty years. Things change over thirty years. He didn't want to deal with this studio. He was done with this place. He left it behind.

Apparently, he couldn't run from the consequences forever.

Henry didn't understand why Joey would send a letter now of all times. Why hadn't he written earlier?

'What could he want now?' Henry thought.

It was shady, and Henry had a bad feeling about this entire thing, but yet, here he was.

"Alright Joey, I'm here. Let's see if we can find you wanted me to see." Henry declared into the quiet, empty studio. Announcing his presence here, if the door and his footsteps have not already.

There was no response.

The studio was quiet. It was as if the state of studio was captured in time. Ink dripped from the ceiling. The place smelled of wood, old paper and ink. It was too quiet, like the studio was dead.

It had been dead for a long time.

A short hallway led to the inside of the rest of the studio. The walls were lined with posters for old episodes for the cartoon character.

Henry remembered those days. They were happy memories, until the studio began to fall apart. When Joey became fascinated... with.... things that no man should mess with.

"Bendy in: Little Devil Darlin' "
"Bendy the Dancing Demon"
"Bendy in Sheepsongs with Boris the Wolf"

Just to name the titles. Among the first films to have been made of Bendy and his ol' pal, Boris.

Henry walked past the posters, and further into the studio, deciding to look around. A welcome sign was overhead. Looks like Joey planned his visitation, since the door he came through technically was an exit. As soon as he passed the arch, the studio came to life. The projector wheels turned, the lights flickered on, and a steady humming of machinery filled the studio. It was like passing a threshold.

Joey wasn't here yet, and there wasn't much else to do than look around, or wait for Joey to get here. Or maybe he was already here... but then why wasn't he there to greet him?

He really would rather get out of here now, as so far, it has proven to be a waste of time. Why was he here? For just... old time's sake? Curiosity? It didn't matter.

However, Henry felt compelled to explore. The Studio was different from how he remembered it, and maybe Joey really just wanted to show him a finished project of his...

'Looks like Drew did some renovating.'

To first give you idea of the layout of the current level that our protagonist Henry is on, there is a main room, that interconnects with all the hallways, and the room where you'd first come into. In this room, you can see that the building is rather old. Paper covered patches of the walls. There were also boarded up holes in the walls. Spiderwebs were on the chairs and tables. There was dust floating in the air.

Further into the first room, there was a slightly tilted projector, projecting nothing but light onto a blank wall. A Bendy, cardboard cutout, in the far left corner, and a door right next to the cutout. There was a lumpy set of drawers, similar in structure to that of a snowman, on the other side of the projection space, and farther to the right was a desk, that had been used for drawing. Closer to Henry's current position was a long, rectangular table, and on the wall, the emblem for the studio. Railed off, with lights shining down on it. Three gear like projector wheels, the middle one cemeteries and larger than the other two, and the precise lettering of "JOEY DREW STUDIOS" running across.