The Searcher’s nothing special on its own, and you can kill it with three hits or so. However, you can unlock something interesting with it. If you lead it down to the sewer area and get it under the box, you can kill it that way – which causes another series of flashes.
If that sounds familiar to you, it’s because it should – because this the exact way Jack Fain was killed, who was also a Searcher with a hat.
The implication is obvious – the flashes Henry is having are flashbacks to things that have happened before. In this case, it’s crushing a hatted Searcher under a box. Nothing seems to change in the flashback itself because the two incidents are nearly identical.
Something similar happens in the archives. The only difference between the flashback and current events is that the room appears to have been shaking before, judging by the moving vault doors.
This one has a major difference – the flashbacks show that there were once arms coming out of the walls in this area. But in present times?
They’re long gone.
This scene is a bit harder – if you pay attention, the entire fight is one long flashback, right up to the actual decapitation. At first glance, it appears that Bendy picks up The Projectionist, does something akin to a neck snap to make him go limp, and then decapitates him. However, this isn’t actually the case, as you can most clearly see when hacking the game so you’re not stuck inside the Miracle Station:
While in the flashback, Bendy grabs The Projectionist and picks him up, then twists the projector backwards similar to a neck snap. The Projectionist is still held in the air, already decapitated, projector in Bendy’s hand. But when the flashback ends…
The Projectionist is on the ground, and Bendy is only now actively decapitating him.Just like crushing the Searcher brings up a similar memory of the same thing happening to Jack, Bendy attacking The Projectionist brings up a flashback of when this happened before in the past.
(And if anyone is confused: The Projectionist dying in the past doesn’t contradict him being alive currently – it’s implied the Ink Machine will heal and reanimate cartoons as long as it’s on, and Bendy doesn’t drag his corpse off in the flashback like he does in present day.)
Some more evidence for this idea comes from the very first flashbacks in Chapter 1:
These ones are different – instead of being actual flashbacks, they’re still images. Following the idea of Joey being Bendy, this is because these ones aren’t Henry’s flashbacks – they’re Joey’s. Henry is standing on a pentagram in this scene, something that you use to communicate with demons.Joey is showing him things from his past – how he was in a wheelchair and dying, so he used the Ink Machine to turn himself into Bendy. A different flashback from someone else, but a flashback all the same.
However, that begs the major question: When was Henry in the studio before (post-Ink Machine)? And here’s where one little overlooked detail becomes really important:
If you were paying close attention to Chapter 1, you might have picked up on something: Henry isn’t visiting the studio directly after receiving Joey’s letter. When Henry arrives, he takes it upon himself to find what Joey wanted him to see and addresses him out loud, as if he were dead. Joey being either missing or presumed dead is outright confirmed by Sammy’s Hot Topic Q&A:
This means that Henry didn’t arrive right after Joey’s letter, as otherwise Joey would still be there to show him in person. Rather, there was a gap in between the events, with Joey becoming Bendy in between the time the letter was sent and the gameplay post-disappearance. This means that Henry could have visited the studio twice after Joey’s disappearance.
Which leads us to our next major question: If Henry already visited the studio once, why doesn’t he remember it? In fact, why on earth would he come back to this hellhole? Why does he act like he hasn’t seen any of this before? And most importantly: If he was there once before, how did he get out the first time?
It’s made clear that Sammy has pretty severe memory problems, presumably as a result of the Ink Machine.
When Henry gets attacked, you can see ink splotches in his vision. He survives things that would kill a normal person, in particular the elevator drop that was intended to kill him. And when he does die, you get a cutscene…
…not dissimilar to the puddles.
There’s a few things pointing to this. For example, take the new area in Chapter 3:
Is it just a meta nod to this being the same area that was in the Chapter 3 trailer – or is it referring to the fact that Henry’s already been here before but can’t remember it?
Likewise, when Henry enters the Heavenly Toys area, he says this:
Wow. I don’t remember any of this.
Seems like kind of a weird statement, to say he doesn’t “remember” the area instead of just acknowledging that it’s new- unless he literally doesn’t remember it.
There’s also this achievement, earned by listening to Henry’s audio log that was recorded pre-Ink Machine:
If it’s Henry’s own log, why would it be called “long forgotten” self – and why does the icon show a figure standing in ink?
What I’m getting at is that the first time Henry came to the studio, he didn’t make it out as a human. He managed to disable the Ink Machine and Bendy, but his memories of the event were repressed and forgotten thanks to the effects of the Machine. The longer Henry stays in the studio, the more his memories of his first visit are starting to return to him, building up to the final reveal.
Which is why this line is repeated at the beginning of Chapter 4, the same chapter when the flashbacks start happening constantly:
All right, Joey. I’m here. Let’s see if I can find what you wanted me to see.
TL;DR: The flashes are flashbacks, triggered by events occurring currently that are similar to events from the past. Henry doesn’t remember being there once before because he didn’t make it out as a human the first time, but rather an ink creature. The longer Henry stays in the studio the more his memories of the first visit are returning to him.
i can’t wait to see this shithole of a nation burn to the ground!
“A coroner in western Illinois is facing sharp criticism for how he handles poor people who can’t afford to bury their loved ones: He has them sign over their rights to the deceased, leaving them without the death certificate, then cremates the body and keeps the ashes until the family pays $1,000.If they cannot come up with the money, the ashes are eventually buried, along with others, in an unmarked grave. If the family needs the death certificate to access bank accounts or life insurance, the coroner first arranges for the county to recoup its costs from any proceeds.“
So I’m at the bus terminal and this guy (who’d been following me and hovering over me for 10 minutes) comes up to me and says “hey beautiful. Can I talk to you?” So I said “no thank you.” He goes “I just want to speak to you, though.”
And I said “yeah I know that and I’m not interested in talking to a strange man at a bus terminal. Please leave me alone.”
So he stands there watching me. Finally he says “listen, there’s no need to be difficult. I approached you politely like a gentleman so I don’t see why you’re saying no. Now just let me speak to you.”
I said “nobody’s being difficult my guy. You asked a question, I gave an answer so we’re done.”
Then he says “yeah but the answer you gave me made no sense. Why don’t you want to talk to me? You don’t know what kind of person I am. You’re judging me before you know me. You’re being ignorant and prejudiced so”-
Just then this other guy who’d been sitting close to me said “my nigga shut the fuck up! I saw you following her and stalking her like a fucking animal or some shit, like you didn’t think she didn’t notice? She’s probably scared of your predatory ass and I don’t blame her. Mans need to understand you don’t follow girls and shit. That shits corny.”
So the guy goes “yo, mind your fucking business.”
And the other dude says “nah because I see you harassing this girl and as a man this becomes my business. You thinking you were polite doesn’t mean a girl has to speak to you. Be nice because you’re nice, don’t use that please and thank you shit and think somebody has to speak to you. You’re not a “gentleman if you don’t respect her. Take the L and go catch your bus you fucking creep.”
So the guy starts swearing and then walks away. The guy who’d defended me is like “you okay tho? Like real talk I don’t really like men because of shit like that. They’re fucking predators man. I do what I can when I’m able to for women because you don’t deserve to be hunted.”
On earth, we use the word “burrito” to describe a tortilla filled with things you eat. Pretty simple stuff, and I’m surprised you at least got that part right. My burrito was, in fact, filled with food. In this, you and I agree and are friends. But this is also where my lifelong hatred begins for you and anyone else whose brain has been repeatedly scrubbed with the same mixture of bleach and Pop Rocks as yours has. Because that should have killed you, but left you around long enough to do what you did to me today. Let me explain:
You’re an idiot.
Let me further explain:
Burritos are eaten from one end to the other. So that means when you assemble a burrito with motherfucking ZONES of ingredients going that direction, you create a disgusting experience for the burrito’s end user. When you make a burrito, you should put the ingredients in layerslengthwise. That way, every bite has AT LEAST A FUCKING CHANCE of getting at least two types of ingredients, and there is little chance of becoming almost hopelessly trapped in a goddamned cilantro cavern.
Have you ever eaten one of the things you make all fucking day? You should try one. They are pretty good WHEN YOU ARE NOT WILLING YOURSELF THROUGH THE FUCKING EMPIRE OF SOUR CREAM ONLY TO END UP IN LETTUCE COUNTRY.
When you eat a burrito, you don’t stand it up and bite down on it lengthwise like a fucking Rancor. Humans can’t usually dislocate their jaws, and I’m not a fucking pelican. But you must think that’s how it’s done, since that would be THE ONLY FUCKING WAY to take a bite of your crapstrosity and have it taste like a burrito.
And guess what else, player? You probably can’t guess anything, because I’m pretty sure you’re just a mop with a hat on it that fell over and spilled some shit into a tortilla, but just in case, here’s what:
Humans also don’t eat burritos like fucking corn on the cob. Like a fucking typewriter from one end to the other a little at a time and then DING next line. But today I wish I had tried that. Because at least THEN I would be able to eat some rice, then beans, then be all like HEY BEANS I’LL BE RIGHT BACK JUST GOING OVER HERE TO THE GUACAMOLE FOR A SECOND.
Nope.
My experience was more like HEY BEANS IT’S JUST GOING TO BE YOU AND I FOR A MINUTE UNTIL I CAN FUCKING EXCAVATE THE RICE FROM BENEATH YOU BUT BY THEN YOU WILL BE A FADING MEMORY OH HEY I WAS WRONG I’M IN THE FUCKING CHEESEOSPHERE NOW RICE MUST BE NEXT I HOPE IT’S NOT ANOTHER FUCKING SALSA POCKET.
You built this thing like a fucking pack of LifeSavers.
And don’t even fucking think I’m about to open this shit up and re-engineer your nonsense 90 degrees. I ALREADY PUT A HOLE IN IT WITH MY FUCKING MOUTH. YEAH. THAT’S HOW I DISCOVERED YOU FUCKING SUCK AT LOOKING AT THINGS. I AM NOT GOING TO DO FUCKING TORTILLA ORIGAMI TO GET THIS SHIT BACK TOGETHER, ONLY TO END UP WITH A BURRITO THAT’S BEEN SHOT IN THE GUT AND IS BLEEDING YOUR INEPTITUDE.
What’s that? I should ask you to mix it up first next time? IS THIS JAMBA JUICE? I DON’T WANT TO DRINK MY FUCKING BURRITO THROUGH A BENDY STRAW, AND I DON’T WANT A PILE OF BURRITO SOUP IN A FLOUR CAN.
I just want a burrito.
In conclusion:
You’re the worst thing that has ever happened to the universe, you owe everyone everywhere an apology for this burritobomination, and I hope your babies look like monkeys.
UPDATE FOR EVERYONE WHO SAID “JUST EAT IT WITH A FORK”:
A fucking fork?
I DIDN’T ORDER THE FUCKING COBBURRITO SALAD.
If anyone ever handed me a burrito with a fork, THEY WOULD BE WEARING A BRAND NEW BURRITO HAT FROM MY FALL COLLECTION TEN SECONDS LATER.
That’s like buying a car and having them hand you a fucking wrench with the keys. Like YEAH WE KNOW THIS MOTHERFUCKER’S GOING TO EXPLODE AND BE SPREAD ACROSS EIGHT LANES AS SOON AS YOU HIT THE GAS, BUT SHIT, WE GAVE YOU A WRENCH, SO BE COOL.
Jesus already gave me two burrito forks. One at the end of each arm. They’re called fucking HANDS.
A fork. My god. I haven’t cried since I was six, but I’m fucking sobbing now.
what the fuck is with men and how they write women taking showers honestly. like all of that back-arching mouth-half-open luxoriously-running-fingers-through-hair shit. straight dudes thinkin girls are like damn-near climax from just being naked, whats w/ that
from now on the only female shower scenes ill accept involve either; a).
sitting in a ball on the shower floor or b). standing completely still while staring into the abyss absentmindedly and scratching your ass. anything else gets a 0 and a “see me after class”
Men who do this refuse to conceptualise female nudity as anything other than a sexualised performance designed to titillate them. They feel so entitled to our private lives that they create this horrible, voyeuristic fantasy whereby everything we do (even when completely alone) is about being sexy for them. This in turn informs fantasies whereby they seek to violate our private lives through surveilling us, whereby they see our desire for privacy as nothing but a conscious, coquettish refusal to titillate them.
In writing us this way, they deny us our humanity by denying that we ever exist and think and feel externally to them.
What she means: I understand the Chronicles of Narnia was at its heart a fairytale with theological analogies for children. But why did Lewis never address how they had to adapted to life on Earth again. Why does no one talk about how the Pevensies had to grow up with a kingdom of responsibilities on their shoulders, only to return to Earth and be children. Take Lucy, she was youngest and perhaps she adapted more quickly-but she had the memories and mind of a grown woman in an adolescent body. Edmund literally found himself in Narnia, he went from a selfish boy to mature and experienced man. He found a purpose and identity through his experiences to come back as just Edmund, Peter’s younger brother. Did people wonder why the sullen, sour boy came back, carrying himself like a wisened king? Did his mother wonder why he and Peter suddenly got along so well, why they spent so much time together now? And Susan, the girl of logistics and reason came back with a difference in her. She learned how to be a diplomat and ambassador, Susan the Gentle had to live to endure not-so-gentle circumstances. She had the respect she wanted, only to be just another teen girl. And Peter, he entered the manhood and maturity he so wanted. He earned the responsibility and stripes he yearned for. He learned to command armies and conduct the menial tasks demanded of a king to rule a nation. But he came back, appearing to be just anther glory-hungry boy. Not to mention the PTSD they must have struggled with. Especially Edmund. How often did he wake up in a sweat, screaming a sibling or comrade’s name? His parents believe it’s the war, but it’s an entirely different one he has nightmares about. How often did he have trouble with flashbacks and mood swings? And how many times did he and Peter sit over a newspaper or near the radio listening to reports on the troops. How often did they pour over lost battles and debate better strategies. Did their parents ever wonder why they seemed to understand flight war so well? How long was it before they stopped discussing these things in front of people? Why does no one talk about this???
Why am i fucking crying
Why does no one talk about how the Pevensies had to grow up with a
kingdom of responsibilities on their shoulders, only to return to Earth
and be children
It’s not addressed because it’s understood. It was the shared experience of the generation. You are describing coming home from World War One, battle wearied and aged beyond belief, but walking around in the body of a youth. C S Lewis went to the front line of the Somme on his nineteenth birthday and went back to complete uni in 1918 after demob.
Not seen it with this very very pertinent addition before
teacher: write a 5 page essay analyzing this
me: it’s not that deep 🏊🏼
I swear to god they’re so dramatic. Even in art history they read into what an apple or fly means like BICH maybe they’re just in the painting chilling. Y DOES IT NEED A MEANING
Yo, makes me laugh that you say this. Because you’re actually right
At the time artists started painting still life (early renaissance), painters didn’t bother with meanings at all. It was a technical exercise. Seeing how good their techniques were
But painting is expensive as fuck and you gotta pay for pigments and shit, so you had to be able to sell your shitty still life, to the people who pay for your pigments and shit. But they didn’t want still life paintings, because it was… just food….. They wanted Jesus and bible scenes and such. Not apples and shit. Because rich people loved religion. And were pretentious as fuck. Why have an apple painting at home when you can have men freaking out over zombie Jesus
So artists were like ok, see, you don’t get it. The apple refers to the original sin, and all the fruits represent your wealth and such. But the skull’s there to remind you that your wealth doesn’t matter, you’ll die someday anyway
Because that was a popular thing at the time, being rich but having symbolic stuff that remind you that you’ll die someday despite being rich. Rich people were weird. And pretentious
So painters BULLSHITTED all that symbolic stuff around the things they put in their still life paintings to make the boring painting exercises appealing to the gullible (and pretentious) rich people that commissioned them. And rich people gobbled it aaaalllllll up
And that’s how we still have still life paintings from most famous renaissance artists today and that they’re in such good condition, because still life paintings became THE shit amongst rich people and they bought them and kept them at home. Instead of remaining stuck in a dusty, shitty painting workshop, to be forgotten beneath tons of other stuff and rot
And there was this whole lexicon and symbolism dictionary created around still life paintings at the time, like each object was meant to represent something and there began to be conventions and stuff
But they only ever were technical painting exercises
When people go off about how English is the worst language, I just wanna point out a few things:
– Our future tense requires only one word (looking at you, Spanish)
– Words don’t change meanings depending on tone (Cantonese)
– We don’t live in some bizarre Beauty And The Beast world where we give inanimate objects genders (romance languages, German)
– Likewise, we don’t have have two different words for “they” because we don’t care whether “they” were male or female (Spanish, French)
– There’s no formal “you” because we don’t play mind games about whether or not we respect you (Spanish, German)
– We don’t alter the whole fucking language based on how much we respect you (Japanese)
– The letters and sounds might not be consistent, but at least we have letters, not just pictures (Mandarin)
– We don’t have a fucking stupid tense specifically for talking to two people because some idiot decided that a two-person tense was necessary(Arabic)
So yeah, I think we’re doing okay as a language
Oh and some of our plurals are irregular, but at least it’s not like every goddamn plural is an entirely new word so you have to learn every word twice
At least it’s not like that, right? Right, Arabic? WHAT A DUMB IDEA THAT WOULD BE, HUH, ARABIC?
But we do kinda have the tone thing. Like record and record, resume and resume, etc
For a few words, but you can mispronounce a lot and still get away with it. I’m referring to this: