Bendy and the Ink Machine

"Looks like I've got some company up ahead. Without some kind of weapon, I don't stand a chance."

"That's two."

"That makes three. One to go."

"Boris!! No, no.. What has she done to you?!"

"I know that song."

"I was invited by an old friend... and now I can't leave."

"Are you going to let me out of here?"

"My name is Henry... I used to work here."

"You're the one that writes on the walls."

"Why do you call him "Tom"?"

"Well, I don't think he's very fond of me."

"Where does it all lead to?"

"Alice... please let me out of here."

"And what do you think?"

"What's going on?"

"Sounds like something's in the paddlewheel."

"Was that "him"?"

"Now that's interesting."

"Not these guys again. Better stay out of sight."

"How did you get down here?]"

"Look, I know where we have to go.. but it's not going to be pleasant. The Ink Demon has something that we need... I'm going after him."

"That's where the trail seems to lead."

"We'll have to wade across."

"Then i guess it's all up to me... and I don't even know what I'm doing here. I don't even know why this is all happening to me."

"They could have at least given me a weapon."

"There's nothing wrong with dreaming. Wishing for the impossible is just human nature. That's how I got it started. Just a pencil and a dream. We all want everything without even having to lift a finger. They say you just have to believe. Belief can make you succeed. Belief can make you rich. Belief can make you powerful. Why with enough belief, you can even cheat death itself. Now that... is a beautiful and positively silly thought."

"I believe there's something special in all of us. With true inner strength, you can conquer even your biggest challenges. You just have to believe in yourself and remain honest, motivated, and above all, who you really are. Ok, let's stop it right there. I can only do so many takes of this trash a day. And tell the guys in writing I want more use of the word dreaming in every message. Keep railing on that, get it? Dreaming! Dreaming! Dreaming! People just eat up that kind of slop. Hmm, what? It's still on? Well, turn it off, damn it!"

"A small memo to all administration offices: Rumors have begun to fly that we simply can't tolerate any longer. The idea that the company is in some form of financial difficulty is untrue and a slanderous lie against us. It's also been known to me that some backroom incompetents are not trusting in my leadership. As a leader, I'm always steering the boat, guiding our destiny. Looking at the big picture. No need for you people to worry about such complicated things. Just do whatever it is you do and trust your leader... which is me."

"Listen, Tommy, I know you boys over at Gent are doing your best, but I'm paying for living attractions, not weird abominations! Whatever that grinning thing was I saw wandering around your office, you better keep it locked up tight! I realize it was the first attempt but imagine if the press caught sight of it! Might scare off investors! And in response to your previous memo: If you claim your failures are because these things are soulless, then, damn it, we'll get them a soul! After all, I own thousands of 'em!"

"I know how much this part means to ya, Susie. Alice means a lot to me too. Gosh, all of my characters do! In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret. I too really believe my characters are more than just drawings. They're alive. They're part of us. And I want people to know them as well as I do. I want people to be able to shake their hands, spend an afternoon with 'em. Love them. Susie, I'll be straight with you. I'm putting together a small project... a little ceremony if you will. If it works, a lot of dreams will come true. And I want you to be a part of it. ...I want you to bring Alice to life once again. What do ya say?"

"It's simply awe-inspiring what one can accomplish with their own hands! A lump of clay can turn to meaning!... if you strangle it with enough enthusiasm. Look what we've built! We created life itself, Henry! Not just on the silver screen, but in the hearts of those we've entertained with our fancy moving pictures! But... when the tickets stopped selling, when the next big thing came along, only the monsters remained. Shadows of the past. But you can save them, Henry! You can peel it all away! You see, there's only one thing Bendy has never known: He was there for his beginning, but he's never seen... The End."

"Henry? So soon? I didn't expect you for another hour yet. Now you're just trying to impress me. But I know, I know. You have questions. You always do! The only important question is this: who are we, Henry? I thought I knew what I was but the... success-starved me. Nothing left but lines on-page. In the end, we follow two different roads of our own making. You, a lovely family, me, a crooked empire. And my road burned. I let our creations became my life. The truth is you were always so good at pushing, old friend, pushing me to do the right thing. You should have pushed a little harder. Henry. Come visit the old workshop, there's something I need to show you."

"At this point, I don't get what Joey's plan is for this company. The animations sure aren't being finished on time anymore, and I certainly don't see why we need this...machine. It's noisy, it's messy, and who needs that much ink anyway? Also, get this: Joey had each one of us "donate" something from our work stations. We put them on these little pedestals in the break room. "To help appease the gods", Joey says. "Keep things going". I think he's lost his mind, but, hey, he writes the checks. But I tell you what, if one more of these pipes burst, I'm outta here."

"So I go to get my dustpan from the hall closet the other day and guess what? I can't find my stupid keys. It's like they disappeared into thin air or something. All I can think of is that they must have fallen in one of the garbage cans as I was making my rounds last week. I just hope nobody tells Sammy. Because if he finds out I lost my keys again, I'm outta here."

"I don't get it. Everyone's walking around here like grandma just died. Nothing but angry faces everywhere. These people gotta lighten up. I mean, hello! You make cartoons! Your job is to make people laugh. I'm tellin' ya. If these people don't start crackin' a smile every now and then, I'm outta here."

"These guys down at the warehouse get to play games all day while I'm stuck cleaning up after 'em. They keep locking themselves out of their own backroom. So I say to 'em, "look guys," I say, "you're smart, right? Here's an idea! Why not rig these games to knock open the door if ya win? It'll be fun for you guys, and it saves me the trip down here every day." They went for it like a dog to pot roast. I tell ya! If these guys don't start realizing who the real genius is, I'm outta here."

"So turns out it's my lucky day! I got to cleaning some of the offices around 2 AM last night. And what do ya think I find on one of the chairs? A big freaking chocolate cake. Just sitting there! Practically yelling my name! You know, I work hard! I earn my pay. Every darn dollar. But you know what this company's missing? Little, benefiting perks. And this here cake? It's a perk! Hopefully, no one finds out what I have done. Cause if they did, I can tell ya what would happen. I'm outta here."

"It's dark and it's cold and it's stuck in behind every single wall now. In some places, I swear this godforsaken ink is clear up to my knees! Whoever thought that these crummy pipes could hold up under this kind of strain either knows something about the pressure I don't, or he's some kind of idiot. But the real worst part about all this.. are them noises the system makes. Like a dying dog on its last legs. Make no mistake, this place... this... machine... heck, this whole darn thing... it just isn't natural. You can bet, I won't be doing any more repair jobs for Mister Joey Drew."

"These blasted elevators... sometimes they open... sometimes they don't... sometimes they come... sometimes they keep on going to Hell and back. I keep telling these people, if Mister Joey Drew keeps cutting corners like this, someone's sure to end up falling to their death. And it sure ain't gonna be me. I'm taking the stairs."

"Progress report to Gent Home Office. Client: Joey Drew Studios. Although we're making progress, the client's expectations keep changing. What started as a machine to simply mold life-size figures, now seems to be teetering on the edge of magic more than engineering. Although Mr. Drew remains convinced they're the same thing. The process of running the cartoon film through the machine for the figures to imprint upon themselves is going well. We've had several near successes. One weird note: the first figure ever created was a failed attempt in the likeness of the character called "Bendy". Since that time, no other attempts of this particular figure have emerged. And the one that did... I don't know, there's just something unworldly about him."

"For forty years, I've built attractions that stagger the imagination! Colossal wonders such as the world have never seen! I have earned my legacy with sweat. But right in front of everyone... high-level investors, Wall Street tycoons, the ever-tactless Joey Drew introduces me, the great Bertrum Piedmont, as Bertie. Like I was his child. You may pay me, Mister Drew! But you don't own me! I'll build you a park bigger than anything YOU could ever possibly conceive! But before you go taking any bows, Mister Drew, know this grand achievement will belong to me... and to me alone."

"The biggest park ever built, a centerfold of attractions. Each one is grander than the one before it. It makes my eyes come to tears at the thought. And then, oh Mister Drew. For all your talk of dreams, you are the true architect behind so many nightmares. I built this park, It was to be a masterpiece! My masterpiece! And now you think you can just throw me out? Trample me to the dust and forget me? No! This is my park! My glory! You may think that I'm gone, but I'm still here!"

"The only thing that works here is my ulcer. Half these people don't know a wrench from a dang steamroller. Bunch of morons are what they are. Spend their day in the warehouse arguin' over who's supposed to be doin' what or playing these silly games. Still, I'm not complainin'. I get most of my time to myself. Suits me just fine. The only thing that bothers me is that mechanical demon in the corner. Bertrum's been working on it for a month now. Says it will walk someday and maybe dance. All it does now is give me the creeps. I swear, when my back's turned... that thing is movin'."

"Every day the same strange thing happens. I'll be up here in my booth, the band will be swinging and suddenly Sammy Lawrence just comes marching in and shuts the whole thing down. Tells us all to wait in the hall. Then I hear him. He starts up my projector, and he dashes from the projector booth and down to the recording studio like the little devil himself was chasing behind. A few seconds later, the projector turns off. But Sammy, oh no he don't come out for a long time. This man is weird. Crazy weird. I have half a mind to talk to Mr. Drew about all this. But then again I have to admit that Mr. Drew has his own peculiarities."

"Now I'm not lookin' for trouble. It's just the nature of us projectionist to seek out the dark places. You see, I've learned the ins and outs of this here studio. I know how to avoid being bothered by the likes of this... company. That projectionist, they always say, creeping around, he's just lookin' for trouble. Well, trouble or not, I see's everything. They don't even know when I'm watchin'. Even when I'm right behind' em"

"I don't be seeing what the big deal is. So what if I went and painted some of those Bendy dolls with a crooked smile? That's sure no reason for Mr. Drew to be flyin' off the handle at me. And if he really wants to be so helpful, he could be tellin' me what I am to be doing with that warehouse I got full of that angel whatchamacallit! Not a scrap of that mess be sellin'! Probably have to melt it all down to be rid of it all."

"They say that the real problem with Mr. Drew's is that he never actually tells us little people anything. Oh, sure, according to him there's always big stuff coming, adventure and fame and the like. But I'm the guy, see, who has to make sure that our budget doesn't go all out of whack just cause genius upstairs went out and got himself another idea. Speaking of which, and this is top secret, apparently, Mr. Drew has another large project in mind now... and it ain't gonna be cheap."

"I love the quiet, and that's hard to come found by these busy times. And yeah, sure, it may stink to high heaven down here. But it's just perfect for an old lyricist like me. Sammy's songs always got some bounce, but if I didn't get away once in a while, they'd never any words to go with them. So I'll keep my mind a-singin' and my nose closed."

"He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray you to hear me. Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace. But, love requires sacrifice. Can I get an amen?"

"I said, can I get an amen?"