Henry's Resentment

1-1 : Power it Up

Henry stepped forward. The old wooden floors creaked beneath his feet. He could only imagine it was thin from the wear of the years, men walking in and out on a daily basis once in the past. The home of so many dreams, as Joey had called it. And yet, after it all went downhill and the news of Joey Drew Studios shutting down became statewide, Joey had shut everyone out, and no one heard from him since. "A wonder he didn't forget about me..." Henry muttered beneath a breath.

But back to the topic at hand, the old man found himself marvelling at the room in front of him. The projector in front of him made a portion of the wall nearly too bright to look at, though it seemed to not be running any reels. Some old table held what he presumed to be a few drawings of the dancing demon himself. However, an eye catching prop was attached to the wall. It was a large version of the logo for Joey Drew Studios, moving and all.

"Guess he did still have a few tricks up his sleeve after I left." Henry turned left, entering one of many abandoned hallways. Before finding anything, there was something the old man wanted to see.

And alas, Drew had left it. In the same state Henry had left it in as well.

"My old desk... I wasted so much time in this chair." He uttered with a soft sadness threading its way into his voice. He had designed Bendy here, and Boris the wolf too. The old concepts were long gone, probably in a dump somewhere, or recycled as scrap, or maybe Drew had kept them somewhere. But they had existed, thanks to him and his desk.

Maybe it was for nostalgia's sake, or maybe he just needed to rest. But he took no moment's hesitation in sitting down in the old chair. It creaked a bit from age but held its own. He simply sat there for a few seconds, resting one arm on his old desk, his hand gently rested on an old sketch of the dancing demon himself. "...Alright Henry," The man had to reason with himself as he stood up, walking back towards the main room, "you should find whatever Joey had to show you... Because I'm sure it wasn't just the desk."

So the journey to find his old friend, or at the very least a trace of him, led him to the other hall. A sign labelling various rooms caught his eye- Though not for any normal room names.

"What in God's name is an ink machine?" He thought out loud to himself. He hadn't heard of it- Or had he done, and just not remembered? It could've been anyone's guess. And so, Henry decided to see for himself what this supposed machine really was.

He ambled down towards the hall. "Dreams come true..." He read, raising an eyebrow but not commenting on the strange nature of the message. And so, he just continued walking.

The first door had a light, but was locked from the inside. The second one was locked as well. There was an electric gate to the side, and then the room Henry had been looking for. There was a huge sign above the door labelling the ink machine as such. Some sort of schedule on the wall, though the writing was small and scribbled on, as if a child had done it without thinking even a small bit about what to put. "Child labor? Hardly above Drew." He joked a small bit as he walked into the room.

It had hardly been even ten seconds before he nearly tripped over an old pipe, installed on the ground. "Watch your- You could've put the warning where we could actually see it, Drew." He huffed partway through reading, staring back at the pipe with a bit of anger before sighing just slightly and continuing on his way.

Henry glanced first into the room from the doorway, then approached inside. There was an enormous mass of empty space in front of him that seemed to go down for even miles. One one side of him, a few odd shelves and a closed box. The other had a lever. However, it seemed unpowered at the current moment, as the power cells that were meant to be in their place, clearly weren't there.

Henry first approached the lever.
"...Looks like I'm gonna have to find the cells..." He mumbled, bending down and expecting to brush off a layer of dust. However, as he gently touched the generator with the tips of his fingers, he discovered it was cleared from anything.
'Had someone been here before me?' He questioned in his mind, though said nothing.

His hand remained placidly on the piece of machinery as he glanced around, looking through the corner of his eye. The old man's eyes rested upon a cell placed on the shelf he had noticed before. "Convenient enough..." He muttered, standing up with only slight difficulty from his older body. Henry approached the shelf, and carefully grabbed the cell, leaning over the chest on the floor. He then eyed the chest he leaned overed, stepping back and bending down just slightly in order to reach the latch. He flipped it open, then pulled open the somewhat heavy lid. "Just as I suspected..." He muttered, reaching into the chest and pulling out another power cell.

Henry stood back up and, before turning back to the lever, glanced among the rest of the stuff in the odd corner. A few seconds helped him realize it was all junk. "Joey, you've probably learned many things in the past 30 years... But one of those things was not organization." He turned as he spoke, walking back to the lever. He carefully slipped the power cells into their slots, and then gripped the lever softly. He hesitated a moment before actually pulling it, tightening his grip a bit as he did.

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(Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I don't have too much to say, so just... Have a great day or night, I suppose! Seeya!)