Authoress' note:

I love fluffy Bendy fanfics, heck I write a few sometimes. But I also love a good horror story. I haven't found many here, so I've taken matters into my own hands. This is a fanfic idea that's been bouncing around for a while. I'm not entirely sure how this will go, but... I don't know... sometimes I'm not in the mood to write a funny story, but still want to write nonetheless.

So welcome to the studio of nightmares! Grab your popcorn and your security blanket, 'cause you're gonna get the fright of your life!

The only reason Henry knew he was alive was the fact that every cell of his body screamed with pain. A blistering ring screamed in his ears. He was lying down on something smooth and hard... and wet. Henry prayed that it was ink and not blood. He was too tired to open his eyes, but he could tell through his closed eyelids that he was in a lit-up place, just like everywhere else was mysteriously lit up. All the animator could do was breath in and out... in... out... in... out... stay alive, keep breathing.

So this is it? After all that, after the Great War... after Sammy, after Alice... after the elevator... this is where I will die?

Henry wondered about Linda and their two daughters at home. How will they react if he never comes back? His oldest, Charity, was engaged, wasn't she? Who was going to walk her down the isle? Who will be there for Linda and their youngest girl Grace? When Henry said he was going to visit the studio, he said he would be back in time for dinner. How long ago was that? Wasn't Linda making her potato stew that night?

No... this is not how I will die. i gotta keep moving... get home to my girls. I'll kill that ink demon if I have to...

Speak of the devil...the room suddenly became darker... and damper. Henry could feel cool liquid splash on his heated face. A low breathing sound came from his left, a few feet away.

No... no... that son of-

Henry felt a hooved foot gently kick him in the side, as if Bendy was checking if he was dead. Henry bit his tongue to keep from screaming. He probably broke a couple of ribs in the elevator crash.

Go away... go away... I'm dead, Bendy, go away...

But Bendy didn't leave. In fact, the demon's breathing got closer, so close it was as if he was fight above Henry's face. Henry kept his breaths as quiet and shallow as possible, even though it was beyond painful. The animator felt a large gloved hand slowly move his head from side to side. Henry bit his tongue to keep from screaming.

GO AWAY BENDY!

Just when Henry thought he was going to leave, he felt two hands, one gloved, the other small and bony, reach under his back and lift him up. Henry couldn't take it anymore. He screamed in pain. It felt like his spine was about to shatter.

Now I'm dead.

But to Henry's surprise, Bendy didn't smash him right then and there. Instead, the ink demon held him close to his inky chest while making a sound that resembled "Shh..." although it sounded more like the scream a boiling kettle could make.

Henry tried to speak, but all that came out was a similar noise, except it sounded much more painful.

Bendy stalked down the hallways with the man in his arms. Henry was surprised by how gentle Bendy was being, contrast to all the times he nearly murdered him. They only traveled for a minute to two before Henry was submerged in ink, ask if someone was pushing him though an inky wall. Flashbacks of the times when Bendy teleported through the ink came to mind.

Wait- I can't breath! I can't breath! The ink's suffocating me!

Shh...

Huh... wha...?

Stop fighting Henry, It'll make it travelin' slower...

Wait... are you- Bendy?

A sound that resembled a dark laughter echoed through the inky abyss. No, I'm Mickey Mouse, yes, I'm Bendy! You of all people should know that!

I-I'm sorry, I just... I don't understand! What's going on?!

You don't understand? What do you mean?

I don't understand what's going on, Bendy! I walk into a studio and next thing I know I'm being chased by ink monsters!

Huh, I thought Joey explained things to ya, but never mind.

Bendy, let me go- I can't breath!

Henry struggled through the inky abyss as his lungs screamed for air. It was like someone had stuffed a lit-up match down his throat. His arms raced around, blindly searching for a way out.

Henry, what're you doing?! Stop it, stop dying, I need ya alive, ya hear me?! Henry-!

Henry blacked out.

OOO

Linda Brookes sat alone at her kitchen table. All the lights were off except a dim chandler that blanketed the room in a soft yellow light. A cup with long-cold tea rested between her palms. It was late, a nearby clock said it was 14 minutes before midnight. Her daughters, 19-year-old Charity and 16-year-old Grace had long gone to bed. Linda's head was bowed, her heart heavy with grief and worry.

6 days.

6 days and Henry had not returned home.

He had said that he received a letter from Joey Drew, and that he was going to swing by the old animation studio two towns over. He promised he would be home in time for dinner.

"You promised..." Linda whispered. "Oh God, please bring Henry home..."

Upstairs, a young brunette sat on her bed, packing the last of her things in her school backpack.

Grace Mary Brookes was more like her father than mother: creative, strong-minded, but also a girl of few words. She hardly talked at school, and as a result she had few friends. She wasn't socially awkward, but was socially reclusive. She just liked being alone. Whenever their was a problem, she hardly made a fuss about it, but would quietly work her way through or around it, as she was now. Her father had been missing for 6 days. The police had no leads, the envelope the letter came in was long gone, so their was no address. She was sure her father would find his way home, he was Henry Brookes, after all. Animator, WW2 veteran, and art teacher at Grace's elementary school. She was sure he would be fine.

The only reason she was sneaking out was because the gossip in the town targeted him.

"Henry's too smart to get lost, I think he ditched them for a real job."

"Probably got in trouble with wife and ran off."

"The demon he used to animate probably got him."

Some of the humors were just jokes, like the toon demon one, but most of the town was convinced that Henry had left them. Grace knew it wasn't true.

And she was gonna prove it.

Authoress' note: Grace will be a very important character as time goes by, I guess you can say that she's the main heroine. She's someone with a good moral compass, but not very good at following the rules. Things are going to get interesting when Bendy meets her.