The story is over, kids

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So! The game is finished!

Guess how long it took me to figure out the story? 48 hours!

The end is the beginning!

Henry shows up at Joeys house, right? And Joey says he needs Henry to see what the fuck is going on. So he sends Henry out back to deal with the studio!

The story goes on, but when it comes to chapter five, when that bendy thing dies, Henry has a flashback of when Joey told him to go look at what happened. That's when the story wraps up. Henry leaves, goes to therapy, and probably tells his kids about it or something.

But the real cool stuff, is what actually happened in the studio. And ima tell it In story form, because that's what I'm good at.

It all began with a dream. Joey Drew. He wanted to build upon ever kids dreams, and bring characters to life, he wanted to make people see that it was possible. Thomas Conner. Him and Joey met at a conference of some kind. Thomas told Joey, he could make a machine. He could make a machine that could create the things Joey wanted. Joey took up his offer, and invited him to his studio. They planned and planned. The made a small machine at first, which could make bodies, models. Joey said it was just a start, but Thomas feared it. What could be done with this?

They made a bigger machine- A HUGE beast. They used it, with tons of ink, to make a bendy. It failed to make what Joey saw. It made a monster. Joey locked it away, out f the view of the people. He was determined. He tried again and again to make characters, but non successful. That's when he got the idea. 'It'll work, if we give it a soul'. He gathered all of the people in the studio. Those who showed the most promise of the characters, and used them in a ritual. It took the lives, and souls of the people, including Thomas, and put them all into the ink. Hundreds, thousands of people. Killed, and forced into a machine. Joey made coffins, and put all the bodies away, so that no one could see them. See what he'd done. Henry left before this. He had a family, and kids to feed. All the money Joey had put into this project had docked Henry's pay, and he couldn't afford that. Joey made some fake letters, and sent them to families of people who'd been used in the machine, so that they wouldn't come looking. Everything had to be perfect, for this to work. For dreams to come true.

He set up the machine, but he didn't want to be the one to activate it. No. That was saved for Henry. He used the dead bodies in the ink, and few he'd stolen from a grave yard, to give the characters physical form. He was positive it'd work. But, the first bendy, the one who'd been locked away, he wanted revenge. He wrote all over the walls, Joey lied to you. He lied to all of you. I'm proof, that he lied. He wrote in ink, and in ink one can't see with the naked eye. He has to make sure people saw. Joey lied to every single one of you.

Joey has spoke greatly of Henry. How he'd come, and save them all. Save them all from human life, and allow them to be real. He will set us all free. He'd say. Set us all free. Bendy didn't believe it. He had to stop Joey from making a bigger mess. He had to stop Henry, whoever he was. He had to stop them all. He had to make things right, no matter what.

Even if it meant killing Henry.

But in the end, henry won. He turned the machine on, and caused suffering. He made the people into creatures that shouldn't have existed. He made the mistake. Bendy has to clean up his mess, starting with him. He tried so hard to kill him. So hard.

But, atop Joeys throne of lies, Henry ended Bendy's efforts. Henry stopped him from being the one to fix Joeys mess. So, Henry was cursed. All of the souls, and mess, and death, cursed him. Doomed to repeat it. Doomed to repeat all of it, until he finally got the idea. It's not his place. Don't bother listening to Joey. Don't do it, Henry. Don't visit that old studio. It's not worth it.

I have a second theory for this, as well, by the way. If y'all wanna hear it let me know.

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