Bendy and the Ink Machine and anything related does not belong to me
Joeys Concequences AU summary: The studio Henry explores is a distorted version of the original and is a pocket dimension within the old ink machine that can be spotted in the back room of Joeys apartment. The studio also contains the trapped souls of most of the employees as over the years Joey has been luring them to him through sending letters and befriending them. Henry also falls for this trick and is forced to play Joeys story out though memory wipes and Joeys influence over the studio. Although slowly Henry begins retaining his memory, and his appearance was changed as a sign of him fighting back, he manages to break the loop without Joey noticing. Now he along with Allison, Tom, and a select few revived employees have to make their way up to the first floor exit in order to escape.
{{authors note: Ill be adding a prelude in the future when I have the time}}
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"...I hate this..." Bendy mumbled into Henry's shoulder.
"Well the only way out of here is up" Henry adjusted his grip while carrying the little demon piggyback style. He glanced at Tom, changed by the ink to resemble the character Boris the wolf from Joey Drew Studios. Although it wasn't a complete resemblance, he had dark red fur, a small chunk of his right ear being torn and a mechanical arm he built himself. Henry then glanced at Allison who was also changed to look like Alice the angel, but she too didn't share a complete resemblance. She had filed down her horns, her halo was practically a hair band, and had slightly yellow ink stained wings. Henry was changed by the ink as well, much taller then he used to be, nearly entirely ink stained, horns, and a half halo along with a pair of petit wings. They all were walking down a dingy hallway, and were worn down from the mad dash out of the ink machine when it collapsed. Even more so from narrowly escaping the flood of ink soon after that which reached all the way to the film vault and appointment lobby.
"Good, someplace we can recuperate" Allison sighed.
They entered into and stopped in the center of an empty shanty town, silent in the large cave. They silently acknowledged a large lump of bubbling ink near them and Allison nudged Tom, looking at him apologeticly but clearly asking to check it out. Rubbing his eyes for a moment he takes out his axe and walks over to the suspiciously human shaped lump. Thomas stood over it, posture stiff, grip firm, and ears perked, waiting for something to pop out of the puddle.
After a few moments he deemed it safe enough to flip the axe and poke the thing with the butt end of his axe handle. His eyes narrowed and his head tilted, the thing was solid, and realized it's chest was rising and falling.
'It couldn't possibly be a lost one, not skinny enough...or squishy' Thomas thought as he poked it once more, eyes narrowed.
He turned to the group who were currently discussing their next course of action and made a gruff noise to get their attenion. Henry was the first to notice so he walked over to him and Tom gestured to the lump of ink.
Henry, gaze fixed on the things face, gently wipes the ink away and quickly pulls his hand back, his expression stoic but his eyes a wirl of emotions. Tom is baffled, the face of Sammy, human Sammy stared back at them stained with ink and eyes closed. He almost looked strangely peaceful asleep, curled up, and blanketed in ink. Henry and Tom glanced at one another, Tom went back to the group while Henry shook Sammy's shoulder. He started coughing weakly and Henry propped him up, his head over his shoulder and patting his back, Sammy vomited up an unholy amount of ink.
The group was quietly staring at Sammy's back not wanting to break the silence while Henry was wiping away the rest of the ink on the former mad prophet. Once the gagging, coughing, and vomiting finally subsided he blearily opened his eyes, mumbling while his eyes focused onto the dirt ground.
"You okay Sammy?" Henry said quietly, a hint of remorse creeping in.
"W-what?...wait...Henry?" Sammy croaked
He took a deep breath for a moment, "yeah, it's me"
"What's wrong? Where am I?" Rasped Sammy still limp in Henry's arms, his gaze shifted to the soles of his shoes.
Tears were on the verge of spilling and he took a deep breath again, "I...you...you were trapped down here for a very long time, the studio I mean, we finally have a chance to get out of this hell hole"
Sammy found some strength and slowly brought his arms around Henry's back, hands bumping into a small pair of fluffy folded wings. He blinked at the unfamiliar feathered appendages and open then closed his mouth.
"The fuck is this" he slurred
Sammy still had some ink in his mouth which he promptly spit out as his mind was becoming less foggy. Then spotting the long thin nervously twitching tail that ended in a fountain pen tip attached to Henry. He pulled away from Henry enough to get a good look on his face, two horns, a half halo, and a scarred aged face. If he looked close enough he could also see pie cut irises that were giving him a nervous and concerned look.
"The hell happened to you" Sam blurted
The tears from earlier came back in full force as Henry choked out a giggle, then full on laughter all the while crying, his small wings fluttering and his halo flickering.
"I-I" he wheezed
"I've been though this shit so many times, this fucking cycle of hell, this is what I get for breaking out of it"
"But I honestly don't give a shit at the moment because it's worth it, this needed to happen eventually " calming himself down as he spoke.
At this point Sammy completely separated from Henry and tried shuffling on his knees, keyword tired. When he finally looked down he realized that not only was he only in yellowed, ink stained overalls and his skin was covered in numerous ink stains, but that from the knee below were sheep legs with curly wool and everything. He promptly screamed while scrambling backwards still on the ground and staring at his legs with wide eyes. Then he realized he had other features too, like a short fluffy tail, ram horns, and floppy sheep ears, it seemed that Henry's appearance kept him from noticing for a bit.
"WhatthefuckwhyisthishappeningwhatthehellisgoingonwhereamIwhattheflyingfuckhappenedtome" he sputtered to himself clutching his horns and drawing his knees to his chest.
Sammy hadn't noticed the group yet, since he was facing away from them and so far they have been silently watching the whole thing play out.
"Tom I don't thin-" Henry didn't finish as Tom decided it is a good time to say hi and shut Sammy up by walking over and nudging him with his foot a bit.
Sammy stopped his rambling, looked up owlishly, slowly reached up and poked him on the snout. Tom who was quite surprised sneezed in response while Sammy recoiled.
"OH JESUS YOU AREN'T A HALLUCINATION" he screamed while scrambling once more to try and stand, looking like a baby deer on ice.
Everyone started snickering at the ridiculous sight but mostly sympathized, Sam noticed the last of the group, Allison and Bendy, and looked around at his surroundings.
Sammy saw that he was in the center of a small rickety village within a large open part of a cave. On one side we're docks leading to an inky river down what seemed to be a sewer system. On the other side was the village, the hallway the group exited from and a previously boarded up doorway leading to a dead end. The broken doorway was decorated with dozens of four fingered handprints, candles, and a sign above it saying 'NOT MONSTERS'. The sight of it brought a shiver up his spine.
He then turned back to Henry and yelled, "IS THIS SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE" Sam stumbled towards him, unfamiliar legs shaking.
"EXPLAIN, NOW!" Voice echoing in the large cave.