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fanartfunart · 3 years

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More Time & Time Again/ OoT Timeloop. (I think this is just a multichapter fic now) Link is helping his younger self out when the boy asks about his own adventure. Link recalls how he failed to change the future. (Tw for death mentions/implied death, fire/destruction, injury and angst.)

Time & Time Again & Part 2

Ao3

"How do you know all this?" The Kid asked, holding the Megaton Hammer uncertainly.

Link just smiled, "I went on a journey like yours a while ago....In retrospect, the hammer wasn't too hard to use compared to this one sword that was like, twice my height at the time."

The Kid glanced at Navi with wide, excited eyes. She frowned, "No."

"If I found a sword that big though-"

"Stick to the hammer right now," Navi sighed, giving Link a side eye.

He restrained a chuckle and leaned over to his younger self. In a low whisper he said "I'll give you a tip to getting a sword from Biggeron when she isn't watching."

The Kid pumped a fist and Navi zipped over to gently bop Link's head. "Don't give him ideas."

Link laughed, "I'm not! The idea is all his!"

Navi glared. Probably internally cursing the technicalities of them being the same person.

"Actually though, can you tell me about your adventure?" The Kid asked, tilting his head.

Link frowned. (He was small again, placing the Master Sword back in it’s pedestal. His legs still felt shaky from finally, finally having defeated Ganon.) "Maybe later. ...Besides, you still need to practice with that hammer. You do not want to pull a muscle using that thing... Trust me."

The Kid hummed, and shifted back into a readied stance with the hammer. He grinned "If I win will you tell me?"

"Who said anything about winning? It's practice, not a game."

"Sounds like you're scared you'll loseee, Grasshopper."

Link's eyes narrowed and he grinned, "Oh its on Shrimp."

"Wha- We're the same height!"

Link could’ve sworn he’d rigged this game so he wouldn’t lose. Link guesses he’s always had a habit of succeeding despite all logical odds out of sheer determination. He also blames the fact that Navi was helping Little Link and that was just unfair. He sighed as he stared up at his younger self’s near manic grin, laying on the ground.

“Story time!” the Kid said, putting the hammer down and holding out a hand to help him up.

Link accepted the boy-teen’s hand, defeated. He walked over to a nearby crate and hopped up to sit on the edge. The Kid followed and plopped himself in the grass, watching attentively.

He couldn’t tell the Kid his actual story, so he’d have to make up something. He hummed, “...Where should I start?”

“The beginning?” The Kid offered, laughing.

The beginning of his real story was complicated. Was it when the Great Deku Tree sent Navi to him? Or, with that adventure a closed book, was it when he returned to his time, to grow up as he was supposed to?

“Right... Well, when I was younger, I knew a princess in Termina... She saw that an evil man... uh, her uncle, would be king soon and no one believed her... She had asked me to help her.”

He skidded to a halt as he spotted the King and...Ganondorf. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the Greudo King. Images of his beastly transformation overlapped with the man currently in front of him.

Link dashed forward, past the guards and into the castle itself. He heaved his breaths as he took the most obvious path to the main hall. He didn't even stop to admire the original architecture of the building that would be transformed into Ganon's Castle.

"Who let this boy in?" The King asked, gesturing at him. "This is a private meeting."

Link swallowed, "Where’s Zelda?"

"Are you one of her playmates? Are you lost?"

He shook his head. He stared at the man, balling his hands into the skirt of his tunic.

"He appears overwhelmed," Ganondorf said, oddly soft, "Let him gather his thoughts."

Link shrunk away from Ganondorf’s full attention. He partly expected Navi to start speaking for him... The silence of her absence echoed like the quiet before Ganon burst from the rubble of the castle. His heart began a drum beat of “Danger, danger, danger,” in his ears.

He ran. Link ran past the crackle of fire echoing in his mind and behind his eyelids. The distressed shrieks from Zelda, unable to help, ringing in his ears.

“I stood in front of the current King, with evidence of the man’s plans in hand, and explained what I knew...” Link said, wishing that had been true.

“What? Already? You didn’t even get the big sword yet!”

“Oh, but you see...The King didn’t believe me. Put under a curse by the evil man. He was merely a puppet... But the evil man wanted more than the throne.”

He took in panting breaths as he stood in front of Zelda. The royal garden a soft earthy type of quiet. The twitter of birds promising calm. He closed his eyes briefly.

"Link? You're back already?"

He nodded and gasped for breath, "Ganondorf... is going to... get into the Sacred Realm."

Zelda's eyes widened, "Are you sure.... Oh... The Ocarina?"

With a nod, he let gravity take him and he plopped onto the ground.

"We must stop him then!" Zelda announced with determination.

Link smiled warily.

They had sat for hours. Zelda planned out how to deal with Ganondorf with the little information Link had been able to provide the words to explain. Exhaustion catching up with him, Link eventually fell asleep. His head on her shoulder. Her voice guiding him to kinder dreams than he'd had in a while. Even before starting his quest.

“The princess allowed me to sleep in one of the rooms in the castle. Although she probably didn’t need to since I usually ended up sleeping outside anyway... Got used to it. Sleeping in the big bed just felt too strange.”

“The princess seems really nice.”

Link nodded, “She is....” he sighed, “But, before we could implement our plan-”

He woke up to a muffled thunk. Link sat up and groggily wandered to the noise. He hadn’t thought about picking up his sword. He faltered as he noticed Ganondorf and a Gerudo woman bringing in a set of barrels.

Ganondorf turned to look at him and raised a brow. "Child. What are you doing up?"

He pointed to the barrels, brows furrowed.

"Ah, they are a gift to your King."

"It's night," Link forced out. Voice raspy. His glare strengthening.

The Gerudo King walked over to him, dramatic strides intimidating and imposing. Link scrambled to stay out of arms reach of the man. Ganondorf halted. "I get the sense you and the Princess don't like me too much."

Link distinctly regretted not grabbing his sword. His hand itched for something to hold, to protect him. "You're going to hurt people." He said in a harsh whisper, curling his fist.

"You sound so sure.... Why?"

Link looked away and took a step back.

"I don't intend to harm you, child."

"You killed the Great Deku Tree." Link hissed, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

"Ah. I didn't expect one of you to come out of that forest. Do you plan on speaking to the king? Tell him I killed a tree? I don't think he'll quite believe that... And if he did, it was one tree, do you think he'll care?"

"I'm not going to let you get into the Sacred Realm! You won't get Zelda or I to open the doors for you-"

"The Princess can open the doors?" Ganondorf grinned, "Thank you, young one, for that insight. I would have thought that particular goal lost without the Kokiri Emerald.... Now I can simply move on."

Link's eyes widened, he turned to run to Zelda. To get his sword. To do something. Ganondorf was fast. Especially so now that Link was small again. He never hated being small before this moment. He writhed against Ganondorf's grasp on his arm. He yelled and twisted and kicked.

"Stop it. You'll wake everyone up." Ganondorf snarled. He huffed, "I do hate doing this to a child but you give me no choice." He spoke in a language Link didn't understand. With a sharp jolt in the back of his head, he felt the energy sapped from him. He dropped to the ground. He felt wooden. Like a doll.

Ganondorf picked him up with ease. Dropping him over his shoulder. "It shouldn't kill you. Don't be alarmed. It took significantly more work to kill the Great Deku Tree."

Link's eyes widened. He hit Ganondorf weakly, struggling with the rest of his might. Ganondorf gave him a curious look, seemingly surprised he had even this much fight in him.

He was deposited in the bedroom the princess had given him. "Do try to get some rest, boy.... You'll need it." The door shut and locked.

Slowly, everything went dark.

"He cursed you?!"

Link nodded, "I later would realize that the reason I managed to stay awake as long as I did was because I had my own magic.... I had learned some spells before, but found out I could no longer do them."

The Kid frowned, "That's terrible!"

"I learned more later, it didn't entirely sap my aptitude for magic." Link glanced at his own hands. "I don't know... I don't need them as much anymore."

Zelda shook him awake. She shoved him to the floor in her urgency.

She pulled him up and before he was truly aware of his surroundings, he was being lifted by hands much stronger than Zelda. Link squirmed, the sleepiness draining from him quickly.

"Link wake up! Please!"

He groggily reached out to her. She gasped "Oh thank the Goddesses."

"Impa!" Zelda cried out. "My father! Where is he?"

"We don't have any more time to spare. I'm sorry Princess. We must leave. Now."

Link gasped. No no, this shouldn't be happening. It shouldn't be happening at all.

Impa ran. She remained surprisingly dexterous and agile despite carrying both children.

Link watched over Impa's shoulder as Ganondorf appeared from the door. His sword was stained red. He grinned and took large, striding steps after them. Impa threw Zelda up onto a horse. Link squirmed out of her grasp before she could toss him up with her.

"Link!" Zelda shrieked, "What are you doing?"

He took out his sword and gestured towards the gates.

"You can't!" She cried, reaching towards him. "You... you could-"

Impa spurred the horse on before she could finish. Link closed his eyes to dash out the image of Zelda's panicked face.

"I... never saw the Princess again for a long time after that."

Link nodded, "Eventually."

The Kid stared at him with a deep sadness. He knew he probably resonated too deeply into truth. He would have to change more in his story.

"But you did see her again. Right?"

Link tumbled to the ground, ignored. Ganondorf grabbed his own horse. Link roared in fury and made a leaping strike.

Zelda's scream echoed in the distance as Ganondorf clashed against his sword, creating a slash across Link's arm.

Ganondorf pushed him back before he could complete his attack. Knocking him several feet back. He scoffed, "I don't have time for you, child."

Link winced as he scrambled to a stand, listening to the clop clop of hooves. Legs shaking, he raced to the Temple of Time. He knew Ganondorf would be back. He hid behind a pillar, and waited. He could still stop it. He would just have to stop his past self from opening the doors! That could work.

"I ran to get the King's Mask before the evil man could. With that, he could rule the kingdom as he saw fit. Masks have great power in Termina, as symbols and sometimes magical items." He explained.

"Oh cool." The Kid leaned forward, "I wonder if any of the masks I had as a kid would be important to people in Termina..."

Link looked down with a soft smile, "Some of them, maybe. But anyway.... the mask was... gone, by the time I got there."

The boy ran in just as he expected, the Ocarina of Time still gripped in one hand. Link attempted to dash after him, only to he grabbed from behind. A large hand muffled him. He kicked and squirmed and bit. All it got him was a tighter hold.

“I should’ve known the royal family would send someone through time to stop me.” Ganondorf whispered to him, “I didn’t expect a child. Although, perhaps that’s all they have left.”

Link growled and knocked his head back, hitting Ganondorf’s chin. He was dropped unceremoniously. Scrambling to a stand, Link readied his sword, glancing at the spiritual stones in their places.

“Really?” Ganondorf huffed, “You think that little tumbtack will stop me?”

Link glared.

Ganondorf summoned his magic and Link dodged out of the way. “Hm, you learned. Good to know.” Ganondorf walked past him, and Link ran forward to attack, but was yet again thrown back by a dismissive smack. Everything after that was a hazy blur.

Link woke up to the crackle of fire and a burning sensation on his left hand.

Link was quiet for a moment, feeling the oppressive smoke and heat suffocating him. Imagery of Castle Town on fire flickering behind every blink.

The Kid frowned at him, "Are you okay?" He whispered.

Link nodded, tracing the shape of the triforce of courage on his hand. He didn't quite know how the time travel worked with the sacred relic. He glanced at his younger self. He had it too, didn't he?

"Grasshopper?"

Link took in a breath and straightened his posture, "Right. Right. I'm fine. But um. Can we finish this another time?"

The Kid nodded. He stood and stretched. "...Um, quick question... If you don't mind... Why did you leave Termina? You grew up there. And you said it's doing fine now-"

"I was looking for an old friend... Now I just want to help people here."

"Oh. You're a nice person." The Kid concluded.

"...I've been told that." Link said softly. He ruffled the Kid's hair because he knew it would annoy him. "But! It's getting dark and if you don't go back home and rest, I'm gonna go find Sheik and he'll make you sleep."

The Kid gasped in indignation. Then blinked. "Wait you can find Sheik? Really? How!?"

"Oh my Goddesses, go sleep!"

"Is he here!? Is he following me or is he just going to places I need to be before me?"

"Forget Sheik, I will drag you to the forest."

The Kid laughed, "Okay, okay."

#tw death mention #tw injury #loz #legend of zelda #ocarina of time #loz link #loz zelda #loz ganondorf #fanarts fanfic #loz au #loz angst #im gonna go back and add it to ao3 later because rn im on my phone so i have to copy by paragraph >_<

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i-heart-danchou · 5 years

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Again

So this is for the eruriweek day 7 Timeloop! This one is deeeeeefinitely going to end up a multi chapter fic. So it’s a bit of a cliffhanger here, but I don’t want to rush this one.

--- The final battle, the last showdown, humanity’s best chance to take back Maria and save themselves from untimely extinction. Levi stuck as close to Erwin as he could. Erwin grounded him, gave him strength and clarity, made it easier for him to fight. The armored titan showed himself, the colossal titan showed himself, the beast titan showed himself. The survey corps was fractured, terrified, almost certain to die… all Levi could hear were screams and splintering stones, all he could taste was blood and fear in the air. They were fucked, and Erwin, for one brief moment faltered.

The details weren’t important. In the end Erwin stood tall and lead the greatest charge in recorded history— he was brave, he fell, he bled to death on a roof and Levi stayed with him because there was no other choice.

He could barely sleep that night. A fractured, shard of a man haunted by his choices and his memories. Huddled up in the corner of Erwin’s room, avoiding the bed, avoiding anything that smelled or felt like the commander, Levi shut his eyes.

Levi grumbled to himself as the sunlight broke through the windows and onto his face. Erwin was dead, he was in no fucking mood to face the day at this point.

“Mm… morning, Levi.”

Levi shot up in the bed at that, recoiling from the impossible voice. No. His eyes were as wide as they’d ever been, staring in disbelief at Erwin fucking Smith lying in the bed next to him. “Erwin??” He managed, pulling the blanket back to get a better look at him. “No. No it’s not possible.”

Erwin looked quite confused at this point, and offered a wary smile to his partner. “What isn’t?”

“You— you died yesterday. The beast titan killed you, it—“ He put his hand on Erwin’s heart. It was beating, his skin was warm… what the hell…?

“Beast titan? Levi did you have a bad dream?”

“Shit. No. …maybe. What day is it?”

“We’re going to take back Wall Maria today.” Erwin informed him, obviously a little concerned. “We can talk about this later.”

Levi watched Erwin get dressed and rubbed the back of his head. A dream? How could it have been a dream if… it all seemed so fucking real. Erwin had been torn apart, he’d bled to death in front of him, he’d made peace with his demons but… maybe not?

Levi decided to ignore the dream as much as he could and followed Erwin down to breakfast. But… everything was playing out just as it had the day before— their meal was the same, there was the same chip in his glass, Connie made the same stupid joke… was it real? Had this all happened already?

Levi had always trusted Erwin’s intelligence over his own, but certainly stranger things had happened than…. than what, replaying out the same day again? The day of Erwin’s death?

He reached over and tugged at Erwin’s sleeve.

“Erwin. We should abort the plan. It’s all going to be fucked up, it won’t work.”

Erwin gave him an incredulous look and shook his head. “We can’t give up now, Levi. We’ve worked so hard, we’ve come so close. Why are you saying this now?”

Levi was panicking. There was no way Erwin was going to believe him… what, that he had lived this day already? Seen Erwin die? It was so absurd, Erwin would never believe him in a million years.

“Because you’re a fucking wounded soldier and you’ve got no place on the battlefield. You can’t go, Erwin. We can’t lose you, it’s too fucked up.”

Erwin looked tired. “Levi… we’ve been over this. I have to be there when we find the truth out. Please don’t take this from me.”

The image of Erwin on the crate came unbidden to Levi’s mind… his last moments of desperation, how miserable he was, how he rode out to his death without ever having achieved his dreams. “You’ll never get to see the basement if you’re dead, Erwin. Please. Please. I’ve never fucking asked you for anything before Erwin, I’ve always done whatever you needed. Please.”

Levi imagined that he looked fucking desperate, certainly Erwin was looking at him with something disgustingly close to pity in his eyes.

“I…” Erwin ran a hand through his hair. “Levi I…” He sighed. “This isn’t like you.”

“I know. But I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need this. I need you to fucking live.”

Levi was reasonably confident he would be able to achieve the same outcome that Erwin had. He knew what was going to happen, he knew how fucked they were going to be, and he knew that at the end of the day they captured the colossal titan, reclaimed wall Maria, and solved the mysteries of the world.

Everything played out the same way it had the day before… Reiner fought Eren, the Beast titan trapped them… it was okay, Levi knew what to do.

“You guys have to charge at the beast titan.” He explained to the new recruits. “Just ride at him. I’ll kill it while it’s distracted.”

But Levi didn’t have Erwin’s charisma, and it wasn’t long before cracks started to show in the new recruit’s resolve. They weren’t inspired, enthralled, or brave in this moment. They didn’t believe that their deaths had meaning. One broke away from formation, then another, then another. They scattered as the stones came down around them, and screamed as they were torn to shreds anyway.

The beast titan saw him before he got the chance to attack, and easily crushed him with a stone from about 400 yards away. Levi’s last thoughts were of Erwin, and how disappointed he would be.

He woke up with a gasp and stared at his hands. No blood. No pain, he was whole and… he turned to the side, Erwin was nestled up beside him and sleeping peacefully. Erwin was safe. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

He hugged Erwin awake and buried his face in Erwin’s neck. “I hate you.” He grumbled.

“Mm. Love you too, Levi.” Erwin said sleepily. “What’s the matter?”

They were in the same outfits, the same bed, the fucking clouds were in the same position… it was that last day again, again!

Fuck. What the fuck was happening. “Nothing. Everything is great.”

He was unusually quiet as they ate breakfast together, and perhaps Erwin attributed it to nerves. Why was this happening? Why did he keep having to relive this horrible day? Was… was it because he’d made the wrong choice? Was there a perfect ending to be had?

He subconsciously put his hand to his chest, where he was hiding the precious box and syringe. Maybe… maybe he should give Erwin the injection after all.

Erwin’s titan would be magnificent, a sight to behold, an incredible fucking force. He’d surely, surely be able to save humanity then but… Levi had let Erwin die for a reason, dammit. He didn’t want Erwin to be a monster. He deserved better.

“Erwin?” He said eventually. “If… it comes down to it, and I have to use this injection on you, what would you think?”

“If I’m badly wounded, and we have a titan shifter incapacitated, then of course I would accept that responsibility Levi. Don’t worry about that.”

“But would you… hate it?”

Erwin seemed surprised at the question. “It would be an adjustment, I suppose. I could do a lot of good for humanity.”

“That’s a political answer.” Levi said brusquely. “I want to know what you really feel.”

“I… I’m not sure.” Erwin looked tired. “Whatever happens, Levi, I don’t want you to hesitate.”

~   It wasn’t long before Erwin was sprawled out before him once more, bleeding out on the rooftop. Eren went through the motions once more; he and Mikasa fought him for the injection, are soundly defeated, and Levi stood above Erwin with the needle in his hand. It was a shame about Armin but... saving Armin hadn’t worked.

“I’m sorry, Erwin.” He said quietly, rolling up his sleeve for a second time. “I have to get this right.”

Erwin tried to wrench his arm away, but Levi was ready for him this time. Levi kept himself steady when the needle pierced Erwin’s skin, but flinched when he heard a soft little voice coming from his commander.   “Don’t…”

“I’m sorry.” Levi repeated, pushing the plunger down as fast as he could. Erwin’s body seized up as the serum ran through him, his wound bleeding fresh as his body contracted. His titan was… repulsive. All of the simple titans were, but somehow this bastard version of Erwin was the worst of all of them. His eyes were stupid and bulging, his gut hanging over his flattened groin, his hair a messy nest that would have made Erwin sick. There was nothing of Erwin in this creature, none of the intelligence or beauty that made him so admirable. Levi felt nauseated.

The titan’s body jiggled as it stumbled across the ground, grasping blindly and trying to take Bertholt into his mouth. Levi couldn’t tear his eyes away as Erwin’s teeth bore into the child’s skull, and sped towards him as soon as the transformation began anew.

Erwin was… he was whole, he was breathing, he was golden and beautiful and he had two arms and…. fuck! Levi nearly collapsed running to him, cradling him in his arms and whispering in his ear that it was going to be okay.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered. “I’ve got you. You’re safe, Erwin. We can see the basement now.”

“No.” Eren’s voice was cold and distant. “You can’t.”

Levi seldom let his guard down, but he could hardly be blamed for allowing his jubilation at Erwin being alive and whole from distracting him for a moment. There was a sickening squelching sound and he looked down at his shirt. The distal tip of Eren’s blade was sticking out of his chest, and his blood was soaking his uniform.

“Fuck.”

** Levi's eyes shot open and he clutched at his chest. He was whole. Erwin was with him. Fuck, fuck, not again. (and here’s a link if you wanna look at it on ao3 or whatever <3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/20453777/chapters/48529133 )

#eruriweek #eruriweek2019 #my stuff #fic #timeloop #canon rewrite #i probably can make a happy ending in many years

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insightfulllama · 6 years

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Batim Chapter 5: Theories, Observations, and Questions

OKAY. So there’s a lot to unpack with the new chapter and my brain feels a little bit like exploding. I don’t think the ending we got was bad, but I do think there’s a lot to unpack. People smarter than me will probably make better theories, I just really need to get these thoughts out. Questions in bold. Answers I could come up with bolded and italisized. Observations normal font. Be warned: There are spoilers everywhere.

Firstly, the largest question. What the frick frack snack was that ending?

I don’t believe that the game is a dream or a time loop. The dream is a tired cliche, and the time loop kind of just raises more questions than it answers. I think the ending scene with Joey is either an encounter Henry is remembering, or some sort of dream. Yes, I know I tossed out the dream thing earlier, stick with me.

The last thing we see before Henry appears in Joey’s house is white screen. If we’re going by trope logic, Henry is probably experiencing a vision of some sort, or he passed out. The scene in the house plays like a planned meet up between Joey and Henry, with the last line basically being the last line from the letter we see in the beginning. I don’t see why both the letter and the meeting would exist. I can only see one of them being the thing that prompted Henry to return to the studio. So which is real, the letter or the meeting? I have no idea, but I’m thinking the letter is more likely. If the letter is the only thing that’s real, then that scene could be some sort of dream that Henry’s mind created, basing it on the letter he received and filling in the cracks. Or maybe Joey has some sort of connection to the studio, and is trying to communicate a message to Henry as our protagonist lies unconscious. The dream/memory ends with Henry remembering the beginning. (And probably waking up right after.) Bottom line, the ending scene where Joey speaks to Henry in the house is either Henry remembering an event, Henry having a dream about why Joey would have sent him to the studio with the letter, or a mixture of both. After it is over, Henry will wake up in the studio and be able to return home, having freed the souls trapped there by defeating the ink demon.

On to the next several questions, which are smaller. Who is writing the hidden messages?

Anyone can guess. I read another post suggesting that Joey wrote them. Considering the drawings we see and the idea that Joey has some connection to how the studio is now, that theory has some merit. All we know for sure is that whoever it is has some sort of knowledge of the future, based on the message that knew Good!Alice would leave you for dead and the fact that the messages are instructions on what to do. We know that Good!Alice has been reading them, but does not understand their meaning. If you’re a fan of the timeloop idea, you could guess that Henry himself is writing them. The writer could be anyone, but Joey is who I instinctively blame, given his connection to the studio.

Why did Henry leave the studio?

Thanks to Henry’s podium in the archives and the picture we see framed in the house, we have at least a little information. Henry left the studio for unknown reasons at some point, before the studio shut down. My first thought was that he left because Joey took credit for making Bendy, but this doesn’t seem to be the case. The picture signed by Henry says “Your success”, implying that he already left. But it is signed, “your best pal”, meaning they were probably on good terms. So why did Henry leave if they were on good terms with each other. We can only speculate, seeing as Joey and Henry seemed to be on good terms based on the picture we see framed in the house. (Or maybe Henry is a super sarcastic person who decided to send a back handed message by saying “your best pal” when they clearly weren’t. But then why would Joey have it framed?)

What did Wally do?

In the last recording we hear form Wally, he explains that he found a chocolate cake while cleaning. Based on his language, he probably ate it. Then he says “I hope no one finds out what I did.” This could be referring to the cake, but it seems odd to word it that way. Could the cake be a metaphor for something else? Or maybe there was a cake, but Wally is talking about something else in the same recording. There aren’t many recordings in the last chapter, so the fact that it’s there means it must be important. Based on his recording, Wally must have done something that made him afraid he would get in trouble. We don’t know what it is yet, but it was definitely something. How related it is to a cake is also unknown.

Where is everyone else?

It doesn’t look good. We know that Tom is the Boris we work with near the end, and we can assume that Good!Alice is Allison. But what about everyone else? We haven’t been able to see many images of the secret messages in other chapter, but we do have some clear screenshots of the coffins (credit to @procrastinatorat), and you know what’s on them? NAMES.

Things aren’t looking so good for the employees of Joey Drew Studios. There is a very strong implication that they are dead. (Or worse, as in the cases of Susie, Bertie, and Norman.) Side note, we don’t actually know that much about the fates of Tom, Allison, and Wally. The letters in the Joey house sequence suggest a happy ending, but if that scene is a construct of Henry’s own mind, that might be him hoping for a happy ending that didn’t actually happen. Also, the fact that Wally is mentioned continues to point at him being extremely important story wise.

Is the ink demon evil?

This is a matter of speculation. When the ink demon in early chapters touches you, you die. However, this may not be intentional. We don’t honestly know enough about it’s nature to determine decisively. In the final chapter, the ink demon back hands you across the room after reaching his final form, but doesn’t actively attack you after that. You only die if you stand in his way, at which point he tramples you. When you insert the “the end” tape, you turn and see him reaching for you, but his intentions are unclear. It’s kind of hard to tell what a persons intentions are when they don’t have most of their face. The reaching could be interpreted as an intent to hurt or mere curiosity. The answer remains to be determined.

What was that whole part where you had the ink demon break some glass pillars full of ink?

Heck if I know. It was clearly important, but why, I have no idea. Bendy immediately showed up when you switched it on, so it may have been a summoning spell of some sort? Really, I have no idea.

(EDIT: Forgot this question, whoops.) What is Henry?

Sorry to be from the department of redundancy department, but there’s not really a way to say for sure. We never see Henry, not even so much as a shadow or a hand. The most we can gather about him is that he’s short. But based on interactions, we can guess at a few things. I believe that when Henry entered the studio, he was human. However, we know that the ink changes things. Pretty obvious examples are given in the form of Sammy, both Alices, etc. Henry has died like a billion times by the end, and is constantly walking through ink showers. I’m not sure how, but he has definitely changed him. This is further supported by Good!Alice saying, “We don’t know what you are.” Not who you are, what. Henry may have started out human, but I’m pretty sure he’s not anymore. What exactly he is remains to be seen.

That’s all for now. Whoo, that took awhile to type. This is disorganized word soup, but I hope it was somewhat helpful in getting brain juices flowing. I have a lot a feelings about the game, and most of them are good. Thank you so much to TheMeatly and all of the amazing people responsible for this game. I’m not going to forget about it in a hurry, I love it to bits, and I know it was an enormous labor of love for all of you. Stay amazing, all of you! Might come back and edit this later, not sure. You all have a good night!

(One more tiny thing. I have a niggling thought in the back of mind that while the studio and all that happened there is not a dream, it is somehow a construct of Henry’s mind. There was a screenshot I wasn’t able to get with a secret message on Henry’s desk saying “he was born here”. This could mean that the studio, at least the one Henry is in, is all in Henry’s head. As in, the version of Henry we play as was born there. There seems to be a lot of evidence pointing to this. Like, he defeats the ink demon by showing it “the end”. Maybe it’s a metaphor for how he is trying to let go of Bendy, let go of some anger or issue he has been hanging on to, to end it. This could also be the reason that no one can come with him into the machine. He has to let go of this himself. I’m not sure I particularly like this theory, but I can’t get it out of my head. So if someone wants to either prove me wrong or spin it in a way that isn’t as much of a cliche, feel free! It just now occurred to me that “he” could mean Bendy. Eh, I don’t feel like rewriting that whole paragraph. Cheers everyone!)

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