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[PART 2 - Dark]

There’s always hope.
Henry wasn’t sure what this world expected him to make of it.
Or maybe what somebody else expected him to.
He glanced up, axe in hand, standing knees deep in a small pool of ink. Above him were some boards, pipes, a few cobwebs and a hole in the ceiling.
Fake sunshine seeping through it.
Being brighter than most parts of the studio, it made Henry squint his eyes and look away, black dots following his vision. He glanced to the right at a barricaded shaft. The Machine has just went down next to him.
What a shortcut it would make, huh? Right from the beginning to the end.
In his mind, he went back to being on the upper floor. Because it was there too. Going through little cracks in the roof and windows of that barn-like place in which the Machine was kept.
Henry didn’t know what it meant.
But it filled him with hope.
Despite the despair that the sight of the ink wielding contraption was giving him.
Message.
There never was a choice.
Power.
Turn on this mockery of life.
Then it descended.
Down, down.
Standing on the throne, he looked up yet again. Above the hanged halos. Above the screens. There it was one more time.
No weapon in hand.
Just a weird invention and a reel.
And one last thing.
He turned to the approaching beast.

Light.
_________________________
Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc.
Art (c) Me :')

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Tumblr post
[PART 2 - Dark]

There’s always hope.
Henry wasn’t sure what this world expected him to make of it.
Or maybe what somebody else expected him to.
He glanced up, axe in hand, standing knees deep in a small pool of ink. Above him were some boards, pipes, a few cobwebs and a hole in the ceiling.
Fake sunshine seeping through it.
Being brighter than most parts of the studio, it made Henry squint his eyes and look away, black dots following his vision. He glanced to the right at a barricaded shaft. The Machine has just went down next to him.
What a shortcut it would make, huh? Right from the beginning to the end.
In his mind, he went back to being on the upper floor. Because it was there too. Going through little cracks in the roof and windows of that barn-like place in which the Machine was kept.
Henry didn’t know what it meant.
But it filled him with hope.
Despite the despair that the sight of the ink wielding contraption was giving him.
Message.
There never was a choice.
Power.
Turn on this mockery of life.
Then it descended.
Down, down.
Standing on the throne, he looked up yet again. Above the hanged halos. Above the screens. There it was one more time.
No weapon in hand.
Just a weird invention and a reel.
And one last thing.
He turned to the approaching beast.

Light.
_________________________
Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc.
Art (c) Me :')