Henry took several steps back, his instincts were screaming at him to run. Sammy’s voice became more distorted and garbled, as a large, thin and tall shape rose up from behind him, it’s crooked horns, wide grin and clawed gloved hands were all too familiar. The ink was starting to flood the corridor, and humanoid shapes were beginning to form out of the black liquid, the moaning sounds started up again, this time even louder than before. The music director limped forward, his crooked leg made a horrible crunching sound, as if his broken bones were rubbing up against each other. So…why the Hell was Sammy standing right in front of him?
Henry had also transferred the toon onto a new page once the whole ordeal was over and had sketched out a new leg for him, so in the end, they had both scraped out of the situation relatively unscathed. He and Bendy had ran into Sammy during their travels around the studio, but the whole situation had ended up being horrible, with Henry getting knocked out and tied up as a sacrifice while Bendy’s page got torn to pieces, fortunately only his leg got caught in the tearing, and the demon had managed to get into his other form to take Sammy out and save Henry before the other 'Bendy’ could show up. The deranged, ink covered music director stood before him with an axe in his hand, his head tilted at an impossible angle and his face covered by an ink stained Bendy mask, his arms and legs were crooked, the guy looked as though he had just been mowed down by a truck. Henry quickly turned and raised his fist to punch whatever was behind him, only to stop and lower his arm as his eyes widened in horror. Starting to panic, the older man spun around as the moaning and groaning got louder and closer.Įverything went silent as something whispered into his ear from behind. Moaning sounds suddenly came from all around him, it sounded like Searchers, but he couldn’t see a damn thing, there was only the black abyss of the surrounding ink. The walls started to bleed the black gloopy substance, large blobs dripped from the ceiling and ran down the sides of the hallway, but that was the least of his problems. The fact that he didn’t have his axe either just added to his steadily increasing anxiety.Īs he kept walking, he was suddenly made aware of something splashing underneath his feet, and looked down to see black liquid seeping through the floorboards, the strong stench of ink that wafted into the area was completely overwhelming.
#Bendy in nightmare run age rating plus
Bendy’s upbeat personality and nature had helped keep him calm on more than one occasion, plus the demon’s monster form had come in very handy in fights, especially now that he had that damn leg injury. He certainly felt more tense without the devil there to help him and keep him motivated. It was strange, not having the piece of paper in his hand, it had almost become an instinct to hold onto it, like it was a sort of coping mechanism. His hand automatically twitched at the thought of Bendy. Despite his calm demeanour, this whole ordeal was really starting to take it’s toll on him, both mentally and physically. The older man could hardly blame himself if he had just passed out from sheer exhaustion. He honestly couldn’t remember falling asleep, but after everything that he and Bendy had been through these past few…days, weeks? He couldn’t even tell anymore. The older man picked up his pace slightly, the only thing that was good about this situation was the fact that his leg had seemingly managed to magically heal itself, which of course just proved further that this was not reality. The worst part was just how damn quiet it was, there wasn’t even any creaking sounds from the wooden floorboards that he walked upon, no music from the radios, no moaning sounds from the Searchers, only silence. He looked around as he walked down the seemingly endless hallway, calmly but desperately searching for a sign that would tell him that this wasn’t real and that he hadn’t gone completely nuts. The pipes were empty and there were no splatters on the walls, the studio looked as though it had been completely gutted and polished, the whole atmosphere of the studio was extremely unnerving.
The halls were completely empty and bare, there were no cut-outs, posters, tables, and most noticeably, there was no ink. Henry could immediately tell that there was something off about this place.
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