Henry sat with his back to the door, his mind finally starting to quiet after a good old-fashioned mental breakdown. The fact he was in some kind of time loop wasn't too bad, it was that he remembered all of them. Every one. All four-hundred and thirteen.
He was fairly certain that kind of revelation wouldn't exactly do anyone's psyche any favors.
So he was taking a moment— rather, many moments— to compose himself and make sure he was ready for this new cycle. Because it was new. Everything was drained of the sepia toned color, turned all dull whites and blacks like a cel-shaded animation.
It was also very quiet.
And Joey wasn't in control of it. That might render knowing past cycles more of a hindrance than a help.
He remembered everything, but at the same time, knew nothing.
His friends.
He perked. If he remembered, did his friends? A new sense of urgency bubbled in his chest. That old war drive pushed him to his feet. Press on!
He breathed slowly and deeply. "All right, Bendy. I'm here. Let's do this one more time."
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Just a Happy Ending
FanfictionBendy has never had a happy ending; it's all he's ever wanted. But after so many years of living under a lie, will he trust anyone to save him? When Henry finally goes beyond The End, he releases a new puppeteer into the Studio, one whose motives ar...
