![]() Hand trembling, he felt his chest, searching for any hint of a pulse. However, there was a lot of weirdness going on right now that he didn’t know how to explain. He’d never really been a big believer in things like undeath or supernatural forces, seeing himself as quite a down to earth kind of guy. What if he hadn’t survived whatever had clobbered him over the head? Had he been left behind because he was dead? Dread crept through him like centipedes made of ice, trailing tiny pinpricks of unease all through his body. The moment he stopped trying, he stopped breathing again. The automatic rhythm of air in, air out had singularly failed to restart, even with his frantic attempts. Maybe he just hadn’t noticed himself breathing before? Maybe it really was just an unconscious hallucination - but what if it wasn’t? He hadn’t been breathing, but his lungs hadn’t been burning. He took a gulp of air, as if that would change things. His head swimming, panic thrummed through him like a violin played far too sharp, far too loudly. Maybe if he took a few moments to just take some slow, deep breaths. He could feel every moment of his dragging footfall when he rose from his chair again, and anything he touched remained stubbornly solid. If it was a nightmare, it was a very vivid one. What if the ink was getting into his finger stumps and poisoning him? Why couldn’t he feel the stumps? Why were his fingers gone in the first place? What if he was actually still unconscious in a hospital bed, and this was just a bizarre nightmare? Stubbornly, they remained quite absent, and his mind whirled. Slumping into the nearest chair, he stared at his hands as if willing his missing digits to somehow grow back. Trembling and aghast, he needed a moment. He hadn’t even felt pain there - but his little fingers were gone! A hand that, like the other, was quite pointedly missing its smallest finger. Where were his fingers? He hadn’t noticed at first, distracted by his pursuit of a way to wash himself, but opening doors on his way, his gaze had fallen on his hand. Maybe it was an after effect of having passed out or something? He resolved to seek medical attention as soon as he managed to get out of the studio, especially as he noticed he seemed to have some form of tinnitus forming a constant, whispering background noise. Why was walking, of all things, so difficult? It felt as though he was straining to move properly for a while there. Eurgh, had one of the pipes burst right over him? There was too much to simply wipe off in one go, so if he wanted anything approaching a decent wash he’d have to find a sink and hope it was in working order. To his disgust, it seemed that he was covered in the stuff as well, explaining the uncomfortable cold oozy feeling. There was ink everywhere - just as he’d thought, clearly some pipes had burst. ![]() Why was he still there? Hadn’t anyone noticed him? ![]() He’d reasoned away the darkness of his vision as poor lighting, the hour being late, but that still didn’t explain why nobody would have woken him - or at least taken him to the hospital. Something was very not right about this… he felt strange, and somewhat chilled. Several pipes? It’d be just his luck if he’d been left behind after some kind of incident sent everyone home early… His head ached… perhaps something had fallen on it? The old place hadn’t been in the best of states since Joey’d had those wretched pipes installed… Had a pipe burst?. What had come between that and the quiet that now held sway over the once-bustling studio? Nothing was getting done on time any more, tempers boiling and frustrations snapping to the surface. The situation had already been getting way out of hand, people leaving left and right - or vanishing, according to some of the more insidious rumours whispered while Joey wasn't listening. He awoke in darkness, a low groan escaping - it was hard to say for sure what exactly had happened. ← Previous Work Part 2 of Lost and Found Next Work → Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 31,150 Chapters: 29/29 Comments: 166 Kudos: 153 Bookmarks: 16 Hits: 2,112 The Projectionist (Bendy and the Ink Machine).The Lost Ones (Bendy and the Ink Machine).The Butcher Gang (Bendy and the Ink Machine). ![]()
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