Ink is Thicker Than Water

Chapter 1: Welcome Home

Aw yeah, I'm back and with a much longer chapter! I tried to get it up fast because of how short the last one was so I hope you like it! Right now it's mostly just the play though of the game, it will get more dialogue centered and diverge more once more characters get involved.

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"Alright Joey, I'm here. Let's see if we can find what you wanted me to see."

The place was really worn down. Cracks in the boards and ink covering many surfaces. But it was no doubt the same old studio from thirty years ago. Walking around the abandoned place brought back many memories for Henry; especially finding his old desk in the lone corner, with walls and floor covered with sketches and story ideas. There was even a small sketch of Bendy's head still on the desk, as if it were still waiting for the artist to return and finish. Henry muttered to himself as he looked over the papers surrounding him with a bittersweet taste, "Here's my old desk. I've wasted so much time in this chair."

Henry remembered how he would spend hours working at his desk, coming up with idea after idea, sketching draft after draft until he felt he could be satisfied with them. He would also often find refuge at his desk when he and Joey were arguing, because no one was allowed to bother him when he was in the middle of his work. Plus no one had wanted to get Henry angrier than he already was since it took a lot to get him angry in the first place. No one had ever quite been able to make Henry angry like Joey could. Many people said they were too similar, some said too different, but they were the best of friends nonetheless.

Henry was reminiscing about a particularly bad fight, and he had stayed in his corner for a solid five hours straight before anyone saw him resurface, when he heard what sounded like the creak of floorboards. Turning he saw nothing but a Bendy cutout.

"Hello? Joey is that you?" When there was no answer he decided to continue looking around. Exploring more he ended up coming to a new room with only one thing in it, Joey's infamous Ink Machine. Henry couldn't remember the machine ever really working, or even what its purpose was.

"So this is the Ink Machine. Wonder how you turn it on." It was obvious the machine had been used recently because there was fresh ink all around the room and directly under the opening of the machine, but still no Joey in sight so Henry decided to search for a way to turn the machine one. Maybe then he would show up.

So Henry began his search. He followed pipes and ink to another room that had what seemed to be the power to the machine. But there were also six pedestals in the room with pictures of different objects behind them.

"Alright, so how do I get this to work?" It seemed that he needed to find the objects the turn it on. Joy, Henry thought, a scavenger hunt. And then he left to find the objects. He needed a jar of ink, a gear, a wrench, an old music record, a books called The Illusions of Living, and a plushy of Bendy.

So Henry began his search again, this time with a more clear objective; find the objects in the pictures to turn on the machine. When he left the room there was suddenly one of the Bendy cutouts in the middle of the hallway. It nearly gave Henry a heart attack when he saw it, "Who put this here?" He asked himself when his heart calmed. Looking around he realized a hallway behind the cutout that he had failed to go down before. As he got closer he felt a bad feeling well inside him, and when he saw what was in the room he felt like he was going to be sick.

"Oh my god. Joey, what were you doing?" Henry stared in horror at the open chest of what appeared to be one of the studio's most beloved characters, Boris. It looked like an operating table that he was strapped to, as he was surrounded by more ink with his ribs exposed.