Y/n worked at Joey Drew Studio's as an animator. In secret, she was the yongest animator. Being hired at 16 years old. But things start to go tight (you know, people start to go crazy...) and she quits her job. After 20 years, a letter from an old f...
Your life was unremarkable. In the morning you got up, had breakfast, dressed and went to work. At work, you listened to the screams of your boss about unfinished or insufficiently good work. The weekend was just paradise for you. You could do what you want... Of course, until it was time for you to do the work. But...
How did all come to THIS? It all started with one short letter from your former boss Joey Drew. You could simply ignore his invitation to the old studio. But NO. You didn't listen to your instinct for self-preservation.
And this is what you have come to. Going deeper into the studio with Henry, solving puzzles and escaping the Ink Demon, you hope that you reach the exit and introduce Joey to your fist.
These thoughts were spinning in your head while Henry pulled out torn plush pieces stuck in gears. Yes Yes. Plush. How they got there you do not know. But while Henry was repairing the mechanism, you looked around the room, looking for something useful.
"Y/n! I am done! It remains only to turn it on." Henry led you out of a trance. You went to the lever that activates the toy machine and pressed. Shelves with plushes blocking the door moved to the right. But that was not enough. You clicked again. This was not enough to open the passage to the door, but it was enough to open the passage to the little shelf on the wall. You both came up. There were a lot of different papers on the shelf, another record and a thing, which, apparently, was made of ink and looked like a bendy plush. Out of curiosity, you extended your hand to the thing. As soon as your finger touched it, it moved. You pulled your hand away. But nothing happened. The thing changed shape to Boris plush. The third time you touched this, you saw how it turns into Alice plush. For the fourth time, it was an ink machine. You decided to leave it and go to the record. Henry pressed the play button. You heard a voice.
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"Alice plushes wasn't popular? Why? I thought everyone loved her." You whisper to yourself.
"There’s nothing more to see here." Henry pulled the lever. The shelves finally opened the doorway. Henry came in first. Before you leave, you grabbed a Bendy plush. It was a room dedicated to Alice. Everywhere there were posters and cutouts. Televisions hung on the walls. Ahead was glass behind which was another room. You didn't have time to see the details as the light suddenly turned off.
Darkness swallowed Henry and Y/n.
A/n: I'm alive!(no). I've told that I come back in winter. It's winter. Yay.
I have created my art/sketch book. So if you want you can look at it. But if you don't want is ok.
Do you want Q&A? Cuz this story is a little bit um... confusing and if you have questions I could answer.
