The first thing I remember is hearing my dad's voice. He's talking to Joey.
"Alright, Joey, I'm here. Let's see if we can find what you wanted me to see."
It must be a flashback, like in the story. Dad must be that boy. I can't believe it. I've been listening to Uncle Joey as he told me where my dad was all these years, and I never truly knew that he was telling the truth.
I open my eyes to see the doors to the elevator. I pull myself to my feet as the doors open. I see a sign that says "Level S." I've seen every floor to this place, but I've never seen Level S. I don't think the elevator was intentionally built to go down or up this far. Wherever I am, I guess I'm where the boy in Joey's story would've lost Boris.
I'm scared for Boris, and my dad. I don't know what happened to them. What if Alice got them both? What if she killed them? It would all be my fault. I feel sick in my stomach.
I limp down a hallway until it splits in two directions. To the left, I see a door that's missing a valve. I go right and follow the hallway to a room that has countless phrases of graffiti on all the walls.
"Time is money."
"Taxes."
Even amounts of money are written on the walls.
There's a desk in the corner to the right with an audio log on it. I record it only expecting Gran Cohen, since he's in charge of the budgets of this place. I hear him alright, but not with words. He's suffering. I don't know what's happening to him. It sounds like he's choking or drowning. Something shatters and Grant screams one last time. The last thing I hear is a distorted moain before the recorder clicks off.
I've never been so disturbed in my life. I don't know what happened to him. The only thing I can think of is a Searcher. The Searchers keep making a moaning sound, similar to the one in the audio log. He probably mutated into one of them like Susie turned into Alice.
I find the valve in a hole in the wall. I put it back on the door and open it. On the other side of the door, I see a group of ink statues posing in front of this giant Bendy statue, as if they're worshipping it. Geez, did Sammy convince these guys to worship Bendy too?
I walk passed the strange setting and enter a library. I find five books slightly farther out than the rest of them. I remember this from Joey's story. Dad had to push five books back in place to open the door.
I search the library for these books. I push three books back in place before the room starts to shake. I turn around in shock and see my Dad leaning against a table in the center of the room. He seems scared, lost. A moment later he disappears. All is calm once again.
This was another vision. All those visions and flashbacks must be from the first time my dad had to go through this.
I calm down as I push the rest of the books back in place. I go through the doors and walk into an open cave area. There's bridges built along the walls of the cave, reaching over a long drop into darkness. There are cages hanging from the roof of the cave. I can see a cable car bridge across the cave. One of the cogs are missing from the switch.
I go down another hallway to a small room with a large pipe reach from the floor to the roof. I pull a switch and the pipe opens, exposing a pool of ink. I turn a valve and a Swollen One pulls his body out of the ink. I remember Alice's need for the thick ink. She said it could hold together. I reach into the pool and take a handful of ink with me. I return to the lift and see some sort of machine. There's a wheel with pictures on it; a bone, a cup, a cog, and a radio. I have the cog picture exposed as I start up the machine. Moments later, a blob of ink is thrown out of the machine and forms into a cog.
I put the cog into the lift panel and pull the switch. As I wait for the lift, I use more ink to make the radio. I tune the radio in and hear a lively but mysterious song playing from it. I believe that song was soundtrack for "Demonic Tonic" or "Appetite for an Angel."
I board the lift and wait for it to arrive at the other side. About halfway there, the lift shakes. For a moment, I'm afraid the wire will snap and I'll fall, but the lift holds and I'm safely carried to the other side.
I leave the lift, regretting ever going on it without remembering the state of this place. I go through a door and begin to walk through a hallway. Another vision strikes my mind. There are arms reaching at me through the walls, and screaming can be heard from all around me. I remind myself that it's all in my head until the vision finally fades.
As I reach the other end of the hallway, I enter a flight of stairs, winding up along the wall. A pulley system hard a work throughout the height of the stairwell.
I hear the voice of Alice over the clinking of the chains, "I see you there, Heather. Your angel is always watching. What is it that keeps you going? Is it the thrill of the hunt? The thirst for freedom? Or perhaps... you're just looking for an old man, and a little, friendly wolf..."
Alice is taunting me, trying to make me angry. Well guess what, Alice, it's working. Are you happy? Of course I'm mad at you! You've taken my friend and father from me. I have a right to be pissed off.
"Better hurry, Heather. Your precious daddy is having a breakdown, and Boris is having trouble staying in one piece."
"You leave them alone you sick bitch!" I scream.
Alice only laughs in reply.
I reach the top of the stairs and walk into a room with sofas and a balcony reaching over a door. There's a record player filling the air with some conveniently depressing music. Not exactly my choice, but it's music.
"He's-He's gonna find me." a voice whimpers. I look up to the balcony and see an ink person stumbling along the platform. "He always finds me. Oh no! I-I just... I just wanna go home. When do we go home? When do we go home?"
I suddenly realise something that I've never thought about. Everyone in here has been trapped, unable to leave. They've never seen the sun, or felt the wind. They probably don't even remember what the outside world looks like. They've been stuck in this hellhole for fifty years.
I open the door and see dozens more of those ink people. At the sound of the door opening, everyone looks in my direction. None of them charge at me like I first expect. They all back away. They're frightened, scared, lost. Are they scared of me? Why are they scared of me? I look down at my arms and see that I've been covered head-to-toe with ink. I probably look like a monster to them.
As I walk through the crowd, I see more graffiti on the walls.
"It's time to believe."
"He will set us free."
"No angels!"
I stop at the other end of the room. There's a vent big enough for me to crawl into. I've noticed that this studio seems to exist through cartoon logic. Vents are never this big. People have turned into ink creatures, and I've been able to survive many death-happy situations like it's just a scratch.
I take a flashlight with me as I climb through the vent. I hear the others gather around the opening of the vent as I crawl into it.
As I near a corner in the vent, something pops up on the other side of the cover. After screaming and panting, I realise it's just Bendy. We stare at each other through the vent cover. After a few seconds, Bendy stands up and walks away. Ink blankets the vent cover as he leaves.
I begin to hear a banging noise as I continue to crawl through the vents. I follow the noise until I reach another vent cover. Through the cover I see another ink man repeatedly banging his face against a door. I shake my head. This place seems to get more and more demonic and paranormal the further I go.
I crawl through the vents until I finally reach an opening in it. I enter a room with a Bendy statue and a sign next to some stairs.
"Come up and see me," it says.
I follow the stairs to a platform with chairs surrounding a table. There's a map with lots of attraction figures scattered on it. I record an audio log from someone I've never heard of before; Bertrum Piedmont.
"For forty years, I've built attractions! Colossal wonders such as the world has never seen! I have earned my legacy with sweat.
But right in front of everyone... high level investors, Wall Street tycoons, the ever-tactless Joey Drew introduces me, the great Bertrum Piedmont, as Bertie! Like I was his child.
You may be paying me, Mister Drew! But you don't own me! I'll build you a park bigger than anything you could ever possibly conceive! But before you go taking any bows, Mister Drew, know that this grand achievement will belong to me... and to me alone."
So, this was the project Joey was working on. He wanted to build a theme park for Bendy. As great as it sounds, I don't think that was the best idea. I remember the other logs. From what I've heard, the studio has been in debt, and running low on money. That's probably why the studio closed down.
I pull a switch on the wall and go back down the stairs. The doors to a storage room open. And this storage room isn't like any storage room I've seen. It looks like a giant store that was an attempt to be built as a theme park buried underground. The first thing I see is a giant sign with Bendy's face on it that says "Bendy Land." but the word "hell" is painted over the second half of the sign.