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Still missing this blog so much.
((Because the 4th wall break @ask-joeydrewstudios had my muse kick up a storm until this was written.))
It had been a seemingly normal at at Joey Drew Studio when the Ink Machine had malfunctioned. No one knew just how, only that when Joey had went to introduce Pure Ink to wash away the corrupted, it had… consumed him. Not physically, but mentally.
By the time Henry was able to drag him back, all he said was that it showed him how things… had been supposed to go.
And then he locked himself away.
How was he supposed to explain that in the terrible future, he had caused the deaths of everyone he’s come to care for? That he caused Bendy to become the demon he feared he would always become? That Alice and Susie would become one to spite and torment him? That he’d banish Henry, his apprentice, his… his son, just to call him back and almost kill him ten times over?
And that wasn’t the worst part.
That twisted, demonic version of him… that was supposed to be the correct version of every Joey Drew out there. He was… supposed to be this monster; a monster who could care less about those he called family here.
Sniffing angrily, he rubbed his eyes, glaring at the sketches for the next episode. A wave of furious anger went through him, and he cleared his desk, sending papers and books flying. What use was he, if all he was good for was bringing pain and hatred into the world?
There was a knocking on his door, followed by a timid voice. “Joey? Joey, you haven’t left your office in 3 hours,” Henry called. He rested his left hand on his face and stared at his desk, tears falling. “Joey?”
Standing, he was going to take a step before he looked down, spotting a frame of the latest cartoon. Picking it up, he couldn’t stop a sad smile as he recognized Bendy’s handwriting, the frame showing Alice, Bendy and Boris all together.
We love you Papa Drew!