Day 9: Bendy

Edward Distor
Sep 9, 2018 · 3 min read
(Image source: gamesavvy.net/bendy-ink-machine-chapter-2-review/)

Harold and Jeffrey ran as hard as they could. They stepped this way and dodged that way down the hallway. Their bodies were gasping for air and aching in the legs and arms. Their eyes hardly turned around to see what was behind them. All they could think was “Run away. Just run away and find the exit.”

“I didn’t know this studios had so many damn floors,” Harold complained, as he stopped a moment to lean against the wall and catch his breath. He used the pipe to keep himself standing, in case they had to move again.

Jeffrey caught up to Harold and collapsed on the floor. He sat against the wall, regaining some stamina as he grasped the axe across his chest with both hands. “You’re telling me. What the hell was this guy thinking when he build this studio?! How many animators, colorists, editors, and musicians did he employ, just to make a silly cartoon about some devil kid?”

“I don’t know, Jeffrey, but I’m not wasting any more time to find out. We need to get out of here so we can report to the city that this building is to marked for demolition.” Harold swung his pipe onto the wall. The pipe crashed through, splintering the drywall and the frame. Ink flowed and pulsed from the fresh crack. “Look at this. It’s a major building code violation.”

Jeffrey nodded. He used the pipe to get up from the floor. “I’ve never seen such a mess of a place. That Joey Drew fellow. I heard he was a crazy but this, this takes the cake.”

As Harold and Jeffrey collected themselves, the ink spill undulated and shimmered. A human form rose up slowly. When it reached its full form, the ink figure reached out and grabbed one of Jeffrey’s legs, causing him to fall forward and lose hold of the pipe. The ink figure pulled Jeffrey towards him with great force, giving Jeffrey no time to regain his weapon.

“Harold! Help me!” Jeffrey screamed , his fingers scrapping the floor. Harold tried to get in position to swing his axe but he was too far and Jeffrey was blocking his target. His body gave out on him, paining his arms from fending off other similar figures. All he could do was watch Harold get pulled into the ink spill.

Jeffrey tried to kick at the figure, but by the time half his body was submerged, he looked back at Harold in fear. “Harold, tell Mildred and the kids I love them” was the last thing he said as his head fell slowly into the ink. His hands grasped a farewell until they too were sunk.

“Oh God,” Harold muttered, “I’ve got to get out of here.” He reached down and grabbed the pipe in his other hand. He took a deep breath and took several steps away from the ink until he heard something coming from around the corner in front of him. He readied both weapons, watching the faint shadow of a figure stroll into view. Harold’s eyes widen when he finally saw his adversary: a tall figure of near human form, all in black ink. It wore white gloves and a white bow-tie. Its white face had a pair of slit, black eyes and a wire-frame smile.

“There you are. Bendy wants to play so more.”

Harold gripped the axe and the pipe tightly, “Not this time.” He swung the axe first. He saw it merely slice across his chest, splashing ink on the walls. He swung the pipe, which hardly made dent on Bendy.

Bendy’s ears became more pointed and his smile wider. “Bendy wants a hug.” It opened its arms and rushed towards Harold.

The hallway echoed with Harold’s muddled scream and Bendy’s maniacal laugh.

Edward Distor
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