Silly vision's orchastrater, Samuel T. Lawrence, has a daughter named Sarah. He brought Sarah to the studio everyday. As a single father, Sammy did all he could to take care of his little girl. Money was an issue, there simply wasn't enough of it fo...
It's been two years since I've been trapped in this hell. My body's been contorted into an inky abomination.
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Boris was in worse condition. Joey strapped him to a table and forcibly ripped him open. Bendy became increasingly irritable and hostile towards everyone.
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He thrashed about, sloshing ink everywhere.
It turns out that I'm not the only mishap here. My fellow coworkers had also succumbed to a fate similar to mine, except their bodies couldn't remain stable. They roam about as mindless, hostile, ink ridden, ghouls.
Alice stays in her booth. I can hear her sobbing from time to time.
I spend my days serving my savior. I owe Bendy my life. Though, it is sad to think that it has also been two years since I've seen my little girl. My sweet dear Sarah. She's seven now, if I can recall correctly.
I only hope that she's coping well without me.
I still work in my old office from time to time. Making new music pieces always puts me in a better mood.
Bendy's pov
I hate it here. I was designed to make children happy. I was given life by a mad man who tried to play god. My friends and I are just Biproducts of madness.
I sat in my makeshift throne, glaring daggers into the cursed book that animated us. 'The Illusion of Living' how rich.
Boris didn't deserve what that bastard did to him. Alice is so distraught that she no longer leaves her room. The other abominations that roam are so pathetic that they need put out of their own misery.
Sammy has been slowly adjusting to life here. He became self conscious of his appearance and made a mask out of an old cardboard cut-out to cover his face.
I feel bad for him. He just wants to go home. He wants to see his daughter again.
She probably misses him just as much as he does her.
One day, I vow to set us free. On that day, Joseph Drew will regret waking the dancing demon.
