I was walking towards an abandoned looking animation studio, a letter in hand as I dragged my suitcase behind me. "I really hope this Joey Drew is here, it didn't feel right writing him a letter to tell him Dad couldn't come visit." I sighed as I stopped in front of the front door. My father, Henry, had passed away a few years back from a sudden heart attack and I was living in his old house while trying to clean it up. I was on my way to visit a friend so I used a taxi to drop me off at the studio. Sighing I reached for the door handle, opening it with a creepy creek. "Hello~?" I called out, the inside looking dim and smelling a little musty. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I peered into the doorway, "Maybe he didn't hear me?" I murmured as I stepped into the building, slowly shutting the noisy door behind me. As I slowly walked through the hallways, I could have swore someone was watching me. "Hello~?" I called out again, my eyes searching the dim surroundings. I suddenly felt the need to escape something and took off running back to the entrance, clawing at the seemingly sealed door. "Shit, Shit, Shit!!" I cried out, shaking from terror of the unknown. My violet eyes looking around nervously. "Guess I better figure another way out of here." I whispered, looking down at my half dead phone, seeing the symbol for no signal. I walked around and picked up different things that I thought might be useful, all the while feeling eyes on me. My favorite find was a Bendy plush, my father had shown me the bendy cartoons when I was a child, me instantly loving the little dancing Devil. I had doodled my own drawings of Bendy, my love of the character never really fading. Setting all of the items on their pillars, I started playing with the ominous ink machine in the other room, hearing it roar to life. "What the hell is this for?" I wondered out loud as I looked around seeing another ink machine in a boarded of room, looking like it was pumping ink onto the ground. "What?" I murmured, walking up to the boards.
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Inky Prison
Fanfictionwhat if Henry passed away before the letter was ever sent? what if his 18 year old daughter received it instead? Bendy doesn't care if Henry is gone, he has a new friend to play with