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Journal #20
The ink feels quiet.
It’s a strange thought, thinking that ink can have a voice. A heartbeat, even. I’m so used to hearing whispers and the steady beat of a heart that not hearing them is jarring. The only whispers I hear nowadays are from outside stimuli, from other lost ones. I pity them. We’re all so lonely and scared, many of us go mad from the isolation. I think my “go with the flow” nature is the reason I’ve kept my head for as long as I have.
Sammy has disappeared. So has the Maddened Alice. There’s also that strange man that I remember seeing wandering about, he hasn’t been spotted in a while, either. He really was strange. Not a trace of ink on him. Never caught his name. Everyone I’ve talked to that seems more mentally stable also agrees that the Ink Demon hasn’t been as active as he usually is. But I’m not sure that’s true. I hang out near the City of Broken Dreams, and that’s where a new, even stranger fellow has set up base. I’ve been hearing screeching from there. It sounds like a mix of the Demon and some other creature that I’m too afraid of to look for.
Speaking of the new fellow. Wilson. I can’t stand that man. Ever since his arrival, things have been out-of-sorts. Is it strange to feel like there’s a script everyone is supposed to follow? I get that feeling for some odd reason about… life, really. Everything follows a script, and it feels like the play following the script should have already ended, but things have just… kept going. And going. Call me crazy, but I feel like we’re not supposed to be experiencing these new events. I can’t place why I feel this way. It’s not like me to want to play by strict rules. If something is making me feel this way, something must be very wrong. That’s probably why I hate Wilson so much. He’s new in a sense of not belonging. The other weird guy was also new, but he felt like he belonged, like he had a purpose here. Wilson doesn’t belong here. He shouldn’t be here. He’s out of place, and the things he’s brought with him are too unnatural to accept. I don’t like it. I don’t like him. And he’s prancing around acting like he’s gonna save us from the Ink Demon. I wish I could say to him “good luck even trying”, but judging from the screams that I hear from his manor, I don’t think I can say anything on the matter. Makes me wonder what’s going on there.
Journal #24
The screaming hasn’t stopped. It’s really starting to worry me. They’ve gotten… sadder? Is the Ink Demon capable of expressing sadness? He might be, ever since he gained a soul.
There’s other things that I have noticed ever since then. When he gained a soul, he gained a voice. No wonder why Sammy found him so appealing. And no wonder why we call him a demon. He doesn’t even need Sammy to get followers. Heck, I’m not sure he’s even noticed Sammy. He calls to people, to “join the dark puddles”. And somehow it works. But it’s a death trap. It feels like he’s gotten more monstrous, more murderous. Having him gone is such a breath of fresh air. I just wish that the screaming would stop. Not because it’s annoying, I can put up with that, I hear moans and crying from other lost ones all the time. No, it’s how it makes me feel. Each time I hear them I feel emotional pain. They’re torturing him. Admittedly, it’s what he deserves. But it’s getting to a point where I can’t tell if it’s the Ink Demon influencing me, or if it’s my own soul feeling sympathy.
I suppose my question from last entry still stands. Is it wrong to feel bad for a remorseless monster?
Journal #26
The screaming has stopped. And the Ink Demon still hasn’t shown up. And the others I previously mentioned haven’t shown their faces, either. Did Wilson, or whatever has been torturing him, kill the Ink Demon? They couldn’t have. I didn’t think it possible. Imagine that, killing the unkillable!
On the other hand, I think I finally found his tormentors. Horrific creatures. Cables drag on the floor like they’re serpent creatures, their faces are flood lights; they look like a sort of nuclear researcher, with gears sticking out of their backs. It scared me enough to convince me to not set foot in the city again.
But I saw another shocking sight. I saw two of those creatures forcibly escorting a little familiar imp… somewhere. I didn’t think that the ink machine could make such a perfect replication of Bendy. But he looked so distraught. It made me almost want to cry. He looked like he had given up fighting back. That poor thing. I wonder what they did with him. I have an inkling of a suspicion that he’s the reason why I haven’t heard any activity of the Ink Demon. From what I understand, the Ink Demon was supposed to look like Bendy. And he does, if you squint. Really hard. Imagine that a horror artist had been commissioned to draw Bendy in his or her twisted style. That’s the Ink Demon.
But I digress. That sight frightened me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so many emotions at once like that before. I’m also really worried for the strange man. I hope that he isn’t dead. Sammy and Alice I can do away with. I keep finding the other Alice and her Wolf wandering around from time to time. I’ve told her what I know, and she seems worried, too.
I’m not sure what to expect from here on out.
Journal #27
My suspicions were correct. Wilson killed the Ink Demon. Somehow. I keep finding posters of the same sentence everywhere. Saying “relax, Wilson killed the Ink Demon” or some other phrasing. Even with the Ink Demon gone, I don’t think relaxing is possible, Wilson. A part of me is skeptical nonetheless. Nothing has come up about that Bendy creature that I saw get dragged out of the city.
I don’t like what’s going on. Something is about to change drastically. I’m not sure I’m ready for it.
Journal #39
The nerve! I just got to witness a strange woman flip through these journalings! If you’re still reading through these, Audrey, shame on you. Take some lessons on respecting privacy. You’re lucky I don’t care for Wilson enough to turn you in.
She had the same aura as the strange man. But she had more ink on her, like she’s a strange hybrid of us lost ones and whatever the strange man is. Something I’ve noticed, ever since the announcement Wilson made about Audrey, the Ink Demon has been prowling again. Not as constant as he used to be, though; it feels off and on again. I’m not sure what the deal is. But I’m gonna wait and find out. Whatever Audrey is doing, it’s messing up Wilson’s plans. Let’s see what happens.