Bendy and the Ink Machine - The diary of Sammy Lawrence

Day 6 - First Entrance

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Day 6

These are the notes of Sammy Lawrence about the occurrences at Joey Drew Studios.

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I found this book in a closet today, so I'll make good use of it and use this as a sort of diary or logbook.

The last six days (or at least I presume it was that long, it's hard to tell the time down here without any clocks) have been a lonely hell.

I'm cold, incredibly hungry and tired. There is absolutely nothing to eat here, or at least I haven't found anything yet and I'm too paranoid about something or someone showing up while I rest to try sleeping.

I do hope I find something to eat soon. I'd honestly eat just about anything at this point, as long as it's food. Even that utterly disgusting bacon soup. It'd certainly be better than starving down here.

Furthermore I'm still lost in some part of the studio deep underground, oh how I wish I'd have actually taken the time once to walk around the lower levels.

Navigating is nigh impossible in these maze like corridors. The lights not working properly, only glowing dimly or flickering, doesn't exactly help with that either and I have yet to find any map or signpost.

Everything is stained or flooded with ink. It's absolutely everywhere! Makes me wonder just what happened. It has obviously something to do with the ink machine, but what exactly happened I don't know. I feel like I should know, but my memory of the last few months, about a year actually, is very fuzzy and it seems to only get more muddled by the day.

Wether or not that's connected to my worsening...condition I don't know. The ink is covering the area around my right eye now, both eyes are still a permanent, glowing, pupilles yellow and I discovered a few strains of my hair looking like they're made of ink.

I hope I can get outta here before it gets too bad.

'Get outta here' heh, who knew I'd quote Wally Franks of all people one day?

Speaking of that annoying janitor, I haven't seen or heard any people yet. I can't decide on wether that's a good or a bad thing. I have the feeling that something sinister is going on here, that something bad is going to happen soon.

I don't want to have to face that alone but at the same time I don't want anyone else to be lost here. As annoying as everyone here is (apart from Jack and sometimes Norman) they don't deserve to be lost and seeming to turn into ink all while waiting for desaster to strike.

So I hope that everyone got out of here, even though that's very unlikely.

If I find anyone I'll try to get them to follow me, find a way out together.

Loneliness and quiet may be ideal for composing, it's not something I long for down here.