Bendy and the ink machine chapter 5 cast
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I nod to him that all is well, then look down again at the flooded stairwell.
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As I look up, I can barely see Bendy's face over the railing of the music department. Fortunately, some of the emergency bulbs are still working and are barely casting a poor orange halo on the walls. I reach the black sea that gently laps in front of the 9th.
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The staircases leading to floors 9 and 14, which you have to take to get to the Archives, are still full of ink. I go down one floor to arrive in front of the door of the toy department, from where I could see further down. I am glad to see that the three lower levels are no longer flooded. I return to the music department floor and then take the stairs down. So there's no chance of getting out of the studio that way. To no great surprise, I see as I climb a few steps that the stairs leading to the upper floors are completely collapsed. I take one last look at him and reluctantly leave him behind.
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I'll be quick."īlack as he is, he blends into the shadows, especially since he has his back to a large hole in the wall. He puts his arm across the door to hold it open. So I square my shoulders and walk forward, resting my hand on the cold metal so as not to fall. Leaning over the rusty railing, I can see the upper and lower landings in the darkness. Before me wind large iron staircases, without a single window to cast a little light. What if his stairs really do lead outside? What if we could get out of the studio that easily? I push open the door, already imagining the heat of the sun splashing down on me. I signal him to follow me.Īs I walk down the ink-slicked steps, my heart starts to beat faster. I force myself to take a deep breath, to concentrate on what's ahead. I feel like I'm in this hellhole with a child to protect and it makes my hands tense around the axe. I don't know what he'll do if he takes a hit, I don't know if he can die and if he does, if he'll come back - if he does! - as a demon or a smiling little devil. I've always been scared here ( and that's an understatement ) but since Bendy's been with me it's doubled. It must be just a little nervousness on my part. Ever since we got here I've had the unpleasant feeling that something is lurking. When we finally get there, I stop for a moment in front of the famous Exit. Was poor Grant reduced to cutting corners like that?