You just got a job at Domain Casino and are very excited, but unfortunately, nothing is perfect. There are so many things to be afraid of. You're in for a ride with the one and only Mob boss, Benicio Drew, your long lost friend, Abel Angel, and their crew. What could happen?...Info: (Y/N) means 'Your Name'
I tried not to hit any of Boris's main ink vessels as I placed the ink around the wound. Axel stood next to me, trying not to make it seem like a big deal. I could tell Axel was being calm on purpose for ol' Boris's sake. Boris would flinch a couple of times when I poked the syringe near his heart. I felt bad, but it had to be done. I placed a few more spots of ink around his heart. It wasn't the most pleasant sight, but I had to act quickly. After I placed the ink around his wound, I watched as the ink started to come together. Boris yelped, arching his back in pain. I looked away so I wouldn't feel as bad as I felt now. Axel held Boris's hand, as he had multiple times before. The ink finally closed together, leaving but a small scar down his chest. "Heh, looks just like yours, Benicio," Axel chuckled, trying to change the mood. Right, my scar. I lifted my hand and felt the scar on my neck. I got it a while ago on one of my heists. That one was special though... "Hey, are you good, Ben?" It was Axel, still holding Boris's hand. "I'm fine. Just a little tired." I looked over at Boris and saw that he was fast asleep. "We should be gettin' some sleep, too. C'mon Axel, help me get Boris to his room." Axel quickly got up and helped me pick up Boris. We lifted him from the chair and slowly brought him down the halls. I couldn't help but think about Boris. Why was he over at Ms. Alice's base, especially on a late-night like this. He couldn't have just done it for no reason. We arrived at Boris's door and quietly opened it, trying not to wake the wolf. The door creaked slightly, but it wasn't loud enough to wake him. We set him in his hammock and walked back a few steps. I looked around the room. It was colorless, almost black and white. The ink was dripping from the walls from hen the studio was running. "We should go let the wolf sleep," I said, putting my hand on Axel's shoulder. "Yeah, what are we going to tell Abel. He's not gonna like this at all." I looked over at Axel, then slowly walked out of the room. Axel followed behind me, closing the door. "You, uh, didn't answer me, Benicio," Axel stuttered. I didn't want to talk. I didn't know what we were going to tell Abel. Axel thinks I have all the answers. As his boss, I should, but I don't. I don't have to answer to Abel, Abel will have to answer to me. He can deal with it. "Abel isn't the boss of me, Axel! He doesn't give the orders!" I jerked my head behind me and glared at Axel. He stopped where he was and jumped a little."S-sorry, sir," he replied, trying not to slouch. He's tough but to sensitive. "Go to your room. You need to sleep like everyone else. I'll tell Abel everything tomorrow."
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Axel hesitated, then went the opposite way down the hall to his room. Benicio watched as he disappeared behind the corner. He turned his head and walked to his door. He gripped the doorknob but didn't open the door. Benicio stood there and took a deep breath. Instead, he let go of the doorknob and continued to walk down the hall. He stopped in front of the lift and pressed the button. The lift jolted and slowly creaked up to where Benicio stood. The cage doors opened and lift stopped. Benicio took a step into the lift and turned to the front. 'Shaft 9,' he thought to himself. He pressed the button, the lift jolting and slowly going down. Benicio held his arm and looking around the area, waiting for the lift to come to a stop. Finally, it did. The cage doors opened and he walked out. He walked down the hall going toward what looked like a river of ink. He stepped into the ink and continued down the river. The sploshing sound of his inky footsteps echoed through the tunnel. Suddenly, he came upon a small box-like room on the side of the tunnel's wall. It was filled with what looked like song lyrics and old tape recorders. There was a small table and a rigged old chair. He stepped on to the platform and picked up one of the lyrics. "This is interesting..." Benicio's words repeated down the tunnel. He peaked his head out and looked at the dark hole in front of him. 'Wonder where that leads to,' he thought to himself. He leaned back into the small room. He looked at the floor and found three unused records. They were dusty and looked like they haven't been touched in years. He walked over to them, his eyes focus on the names of the tapes. The dates were written on them, but they had no tape.
"1930, 1936, 1946"
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'They must've been taken out a long time ago.' I ran my fingers on the rim of the shelf. It was infested with cobwebs and dust, I occasionally found some ink splotches here and there. There were small cardboard boxes filled with 'unused' cassette tapes. "Maybe I could use this for the recorders..." I mumbled to myself, trying not to make noise so he didn't wake anyone upstairs. I took a cassette and blew off the dust, reaching down to the corner where the tapes were and picked one up. I tried to search the recorder so I could find a way to open it. The buttons on the front were squared, very unusual. I pressed one because I was curious, then it opened. I felt lucky because I had no idea what I was doin'. With the cassette in my hand, I placed it in the tape recorder and closed the lid. I pressed the play button to see if it worked. I heard the click echo through the hall, then the tape started to roll. I heard nothing for about five seconds until someone started speaking.
"Is this thing working? Ah! Here we go! Well, Good mornin', Joey drew studios! Oh, I've always wanted to say that. Things are going swell! We're on our way to creating new wonderful things! I just wish th-"
It just stopped? How am I supposed to know who that is? What does he want?
