Everything was black, the memory fading into darkness.
The last thing he heard was the name Edgar, echoing off in the distance before the memory faded.
Now, everything was dark and quiet.
Where was he?
Was he dead?
The last thing he remembered was an explosion before falling unconscious.
Silence.
What was his name again?
He couldn’t remember.
Who was he? And what was with that memory he just saw?
Was he forgetting who he was already?
Is this what death felt like?
Ink black darkness with only your thoughts to occupy yourself with?
He didn’t like it at all.
Silence.
Empty blackness.
Nothing and no one around for miles.
It was just…
Empty and silent.
“-gar-!” shouted a faint, familiar sounding voice from somewhere in the darkness.
Looking around, he saw no one.
Where could this voice be coming from, and why did it sound familiar?
Was it the voice of one of those toons he saw in the memory?
It felt so distant though, as if it was a long forgotten one.
“-dgar!” shouted the voice again, from somewhere in the darkness.
He looked around.
Still no sign of who the voice belongs to.
“Edgar!” shouted the voice again, more clear.
Edgar?
Why was the voice shouting that name?
“Come on Edgar, wake up buddy…” said another voice. This one had a pirate/sailor accent.
Was he Edgar?
That could be the only other conclusion as to why he’s hearing these voices shouting in the darkness.
But why did the second voice shout for him to ‘wake up’?
Was he dead or something?
Stupid question.
He just came to that conclusion just a minute ago.
“Don’t die on us Edgar…” said the first voice. This one sounded like an older man, maybe in his 40’s or 50’s.
“Charley, Barley, I don’t think he’ll wake up. He was pretty close to the explosion. You saw what it did to Beast Bendy” said a female voice.
“I know, but...'e's a strong kid...come o' Egdar, ye can't die on us” said the second voice.
So he was dead.
That memory he just saw.
Those two names.
Charley and Barley.
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BATIM ~Striker and female reader~ REMAKE
FanfictionThis is a remake of my old BATIM Striker story. (Y/N) had lost a bet, and was dared to spend the night inside the old Joey Drew Animation Studio. At first she didn't believe, but the second she saw the Ink Machine, she began to believe. With the...
