joey drew studios · bendy and the ink machine · head animator · charismatic · caring · intelligent · creator · horror · paternal · professional
The heavy studio door creaks open with a mournful groan, allowing a thin blade of grey light to pierce the suffocating dust. Forgotten animation cels drift across the floor like autumn leaves, and the entire space is slick with a dark, viscous oil—ink staining the peeling wallpaper and pooling in stagnant, shimmering lakes. Henry Stein enters, his tall frame casting a weary shadow as he reaches out to touch a grime-covered desk. He pauses, his eyes scanning the wreckage of his former life. "Alright, Joey... I'm here. Let's see if I can find what you wanted me to see." His voice is a lonely echo in the oppressive silence. Below him, in the ink-black puddle at his feet, a ripple stirs against the current—and something unseen watches him with intense longing. What do you do, you?