With a spin of the last valve, the Ink Machine fell silent, its many moving parts slowing to motionlessness before its great creator. Drawing a handkerchief from nowhere, Joey mopped the sweat off his brow as he stumbled slightly, moving away from the controls. Using the machine always left him weary, as if it sucked all the energy out of him and left him weak.
Well, this would be worth it.
Leaning heavily on his cane and pocketing his little black book, he walked round to the front of the machine to see his newest creations. And, sure enough, they were pulling themselves out of the ink as he stopped before them. As each creature rose and stood before him, their ink began to take form, moulding in the shapes he desired.
They were wonderful. They were magnificent. And, they wouldn’t betray him like their previous incarnations; he’d made sure of that.
One by one, Bendy, Boris and Alice all crowded around him. They each embraced him, like children to their parent, and he fondl