Henry stared at the ink machine, the source of all his troubles and grief for the last two days… or however long he’d been stuck in this cartoonish hell. It chugged along to itself, completely oblivious to the pain it had caused, though he’d be more concerned if it was aware.
Not that he wouldn’t put it past this toon world.
“Could you… run that by me again, Bendy?” he turned to the little devil at his side. His heart wrenched as he saw the toon flinch at his voice, pie-eyes flickering up uncertainly and not quite willing to meet his gaze. “How is this thing meant to get us all to the real world?”
“To get out of here, you have to squeeze out of this reality and into yours,” Bendy explained demurely. “This machine isn’t reality; it’s just cogs and ink. You have to ignore it and walk on through.”
The little devil’s body language was subdued and unnatural for him, as if he was retreating into h