in the dark gloomy remaining days of the studio, as usual Bendy was looking over the studio haunting whoever had the nerve or audacity to return to this hellhole he called..well..”Home” his mind racing between the past and the present. Stuck in a loophole, he also looked over the old posters of the place with Boris and Alice Angel but it hurt him even more before his anger and flesh hungry mind came back the moment he needed to eat…