I've been dying to make a story about this, so I decided why not now? Also, I have this idea that won't leave me alone. Anyway, in this story, Bendy, Boris, and Henry are good, and Joey is evil x3 Also, sorry if it's not as quality. I'm trying to get in the swing of writing Bendy. Also, I haven't surrounded myself with evil trying to tear you head off Bendy, I am more used to the kinda innocent one..? If you could call him that. Basically the kind that would just be a smol marshmellow who would kill you if you said the wrong thing, so fairly nice x3. Anyway, let the show begin...
Henry teared across the long abandoned corridors, arousing dust from the halls in his wake. A jet black ink monster followed close behind him, occasionally reaching out to grab the man by the collar of his shirt, but falling short by a small amount.
"You can't run forever Henry!" Bendy screeched, trying to grab him once more. He missed once more, but leaned to far and smacked face first into the floor and then melted into a puddle of ink, allowing Henry to get a significant lead. He took the opportunity to run out of the ink demons sight and into the nearest room. He quickly barricaded the door with almost every item in the room, and then hide in the darkest corner, hoping he wouldn't be discovered.
"You can't hide..." Bendy threatened, moving past his door, searching for him. Henry almost let out a quiet sigh of relief, but before he could, the shadow returned. The knob moved a small bit, but the barricade prevented him from opened the door. He swore he heard Bendy chuckle a small bit as he flattened into a ink puddle and slide under the doorway. For a few seconds he searched around the room, but then spotted him. He moved closer, and quickly lifted him by the collar of his shirt.
"Found you." He said, his smile widening sadistically.
"W-Wait! Please, Don't kill me! I-I can help you bring Boris back!" Henry begged, causing Bendy to stop himself from clawing his head off his shoulders.
"And how would you do that?" Bendy questioned, not letting go of his victim.
"I.. I don't exactly know yet but, I-I'll figure it out, I promise! After all, I know how to work the Ink Machine better then you, don't you need me to do that?" Henry replied, desperately trying to find a reason for his life to be spared. Bendy seemed to go over this idea for a few minutes, and eventually slowly let Henry to the ground. He went back to his original size of about *3 feet, and his face reappeared.
"We'll make a deal. You help me bring back Boris, and I won't kill you. But! If you fail or attempt to escape, the deal's off." Bendy decided, holding out his small gloved hand.
Henry shook it happily, thankful that his life was being spared at the moment. Bendy pulled away first, slightly *uncomfortable with the touch. Henry wondered why he had he had been so uncomfortable, but the though only stayed for a second. Right now he was just happy at the fact that his head was still on his shoulders.
"Alright then Henry, I didn't make that deal for you to just stand around here! What's first!?" Bendy said after a while of silence, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Can I get some sleep first? Running for your life makes you pretty sleepy." Henry stated, his sleepyness kicking in now that the adrenaline was gone. Bendy scowled at him, but decided that if he really wanted Boris back, he couldn't exactly have Henry dozing off while he was supposed to be working. He huffed a small bit, and started to walk out of the room, his tail flicking in agitation. He beckoned Henry to follow him as he walked around the door frame, disappearing into the hallway. Henry followed close behind, and after a few minutes the surrounding slowly became less familiar. Joey had never let anyone in this section of the workshop...
"Bendy? Where are we going..?" Henry said with a yawn.
"Sometimes Joey used to stay here overnight, so he kept a mattress in one of the rooms." Bendy said flatly, turning a corner and then stopping. "It's at the end of the hallway." Bendy said, nodding towards the door at the end of the room, refusing to actually walk into the hallway. After pointing the door out, he turned around and walked down the hallway and then turning once more, leaving his field of vision. Henry lingered for a moment or two, but then started to walk down the end of the hallway, glancing at the other rooms and wondering what they held in them. Curiosity got the best of him in the end, and he walked towards one of the doors and slowly opened it.
Inside ink splatters covered the walls, making the original wood planks near impossible to see. The room was scattered with various tools of which Henry didn't want to think of the purpose they had at the moment. Decided he'd have to investigate this further, he closed the door to the room and walked down the hallway to the last door and opened it. It was surprisingly barren of ink, but it was rather bland. Then again, beggars can't be choosers. He plopped onto the mattress with a resounding thud, and almost immediately sunk off to sleep.
Hopefully this story was pretty quality x3 Th true question is: Why are all my favorite video game characters demons? Bill is a Dream Demon, and now we have Bendy. Why must you do this life? Anyway, Blood And Ink will be back right after these messages!
*Bendy's about 3 feet tall, right? Plz correct me if i'm wrong.
*I think Bendy wouldn't like physical contact much, considering what Joey did. Anybody else agree?
