Sammy glances back at each way they could possibly take.
His focus lands straight ahead. “Come on.”
Henry and Jack obediently follow, though all three become hesitant, cautious. Leaving behind the ink and the machine, the air grows colder, and the only thing that can be heard is the whistling.
Bendy’s tune, to be exact. Over and over and /over/ again. Even while working on it together to find the perfect pattern that’d fit the darling devil, the music composer and animator finds the choice to repeat the song seemingly forever simply feels ominous.
“Sammy?” Jack murmurs.
“Hmm?”
“See anything?”
No. Just darkness. And more darkness. The corridor they chose was long.
And the more they walk, the more the whistling echoes, turning ever more eerie.
“Wait.”
Light suddenly filters through the pitch-black. And as Sammy leads them closer and further away from the studio itself it seems, they enter a room.
A giant, empty room with only one exit: the one they came through.
”What?”
“Looks...empty.”
“Thank you, Stein,” the music composer growls, stalking into the well let room that looks just like every other place inside Joey Drew’s Studio. Nothing inside, and no whistling.
“Well that’s just great!”
Jack’s eyes grow wide. “Are we hearing things!”
“No. Just being played like idiots.”
Henry raises an eyebrow.
“What would you like to do now, Lawrence?”
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