Going Home


Henry made his way to the Ink Machine, at first stiffed because he had no clue if the way to the machine was still boarded up. But as he walked to the way where the machine was at, he looks at Bendy.

He was still asleep, exhausted from all of the fights from the searchers and Henry couldn't blame him. He sighs softly, still continuing as he kept walking the best he could with the injured leg in the progress and made his way down the hall.

There lay the Ink Machine.

It was still boarded up when he last saw it and knew what he had to do.. He looks down at the ax he had, using it as a crutch for the time being, and took a deep breath. As he balanced himself with one leg, he used the ax in one hand since his other hand is holding the paper that had the little devil on it.

With the strength he had left, he cuts the boards down that blocked his way to the machine, jolting Bendy out of sleep. "W-Wha? What's going on?" Bendy asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"We're here, buddy…" Henry smiled, then looks at the machine. He really didn't know how to work on the machine at all, since he left before Joey even bought the machine. "….got any plans, Bendy?" Henry asked, still looking at the machine.

At first, Bendy didn't have a response, not knowing how the machine works either, but then saw the opening at the top. "…..put me inside the machine." That made Henry tense up immediately.

"B-Bendy, I can't do that! What if you'll get killed!?" Henry asked, making Bendy jolt a bit when he raised his voice, but he stood his ground. "Henry, I don't like the idea either, but do you see any other way!?" He asked, making the two just stare at each other.

"….what if it doesn't work…." Henry asked, not wanting to lose his only friend he had in this hell hole. This earned a sigh from the dancing demon and poked the finger Henry was holding the paper with, getting his attention.

"….please, Henry…." Bendy looks at him sadly, making Henry sigh deeply and nods. "….please come back in one piece…" He whispered, finding the switch on the wall, turning on the machine. The gears started to grind against each other, the pumps moving and the main entrance and exit of the machine came to life, moving to produce the ink it was made to do.

Henry seemed hesitant of dropping the paper in the entrance of the machine, but a look from Bendy gives him assurance and they both nod at each other. Henry had to look away, thinking that there's a fifty percent chance that Bendy may or may not make it. He slowly loosen his grip….

…dropping the paper into the machine.

This made the machine get louder for some reason, starting to pump even faster as well, making Henry stand back a few feet from the machine, his heart pounding hard and heavily against his chest.

Both from fear and from hope.

He kept praying, praying, that Bendy would make it. He didn't want to lose him.

His only friend and family.

His heart seemed to freeze now when he saw the machine suddenly paused, not moving at all. "Bendy!? BENDY!" He ran over to the machine, suddenly pounding it against the side, hoping that he could hear him inside of the machine, but it was all silence. "No…..no, Bendy…." Henry dropped to his knees, tears forming into his eyes.

"Bendy, no…." He clenched his eyes shut, now shaking tremendously. He didn't make it…and it was all his–

A sudden blop of ink suddenly dropped out of the machine, and something was…breathing.

Henry seemed to stiff and looks up, and he was in shocked of who was standing by the machine.

Bendy.

Bendy was checking over himself, feeling his head and arms, as if thinking he was in a dream. Did it work? Was he finally in the real world as a 3D figure? When he kept looking at himself, he suddenly starts to feel something wet rolling down his cheeks, slowly checking to see that it was inky tears.

It was real.

He turned over to see Henry, who was on his knees, looking at the animation with tears in his eyes. "…..Henry?" Bendy suddenly called out, his voice shaky and Henry smiled with relief. It worked.

"Bendy…"

Henry didn't have time to react when he suddenly felt the ink demon lunged at him, his arms wrapped tightly around his neck, gripping the back of his shirt tightly. His shoulders starts to shake, inky tears rolling down his cheek and landing on Henry's shirt. The only thing that Henry could do was hug him tightly in return, making the little demon sob even harder.

"It's okay…..it's okay, I'm here…." Henry whispered, rubbing the demon's back in soft circles, rocking him back and forth as he lets the little demon cry his heart out until he felt better. Henry was doing his best to keep his own tears at bay, but was failing.

Henry felt the grip on his shirt loosen and Bendy's breathing calmed down as well. When he turned his head to look at Bendy, he smiled sadly when he saw that Bendy was asleep, emotionally exhausted.

As gentle as he could, he stood up with Bendy in his arms, slowly limping out of the room. As he saw the exit come to view, he had to make sure that the trap door was closed when he looks down, taking a very cautious step against the door. When he was satisfied that it would hold, he walked over to door and slowly opened it.

He winced from the sudden light from the sun, being in the Studio for so long, but can see that the sun was setting down, night starting to come. Henry glanced down at Bendy, who was still asleep. This made him smile a little while he walked over to his car, slowly opening it and placed Bendy gently in the passenger seat. Henry closed the door, walking around so that he could get into the driver's side

Henry rolls down the windows to let the air in, then placed his worn out jacket over Bendy's shoulder, making it a blanket and he smiled softly. He was tired himself as he leaned back, groaning when his bones protested. But he ignored it, sleep calling for him while he wrapped one arm around Bendy, letting him snuggle up against his side. The only thing can be heard was the crickets chirping as dusk came, and the gentle breathing from the animator and the creation.

00~00

Bendy tossed and turned in his sleep, whimpering. Inky tears rolled down his cheeks, his hand reaching out in front of him. "H-Henry? Please wake up…I'm s-sorry…" Bendy whimpered in his sleep. His form starts to dissolve as well in his sleep, the tears coming even more.

"I-I didn't mean it…I didn't…" He tossed and turned in his sleep before jolting awake. "HENRY!" He gasped as he looks around, breathing heavily. He was unsure of where he was. It was a place he was unfamiliar with, making him shake even more, his breathing hitching a little. Where's Henry? Did it fail and he was back where he was at the Studio?

"H-Henry…" He was clenching to his head, trying to calm down–

He suddenly felt himself being pulled into a tight embrace, making him stiff immediately, but then recognize the familar touch. "….Henry…." Bendy called out for softly. "Yeah…it's me…you're safe…"

It didn't stop Bendy from clenching to the front of his shirt, sobbing into his chest of the nightmare, but Henry didn't say anything, only holding Bendy tightly to his chest and let him cry it out.

"…I was gonna wake you when we got to my home, but you were exhausted…" Henry said, feeling Bendy finally calm down and the little Demon glanced around. The place did look like somewhere Henry would live at and looks over to see a basket, which had a pillow and some newspapers that had a lot of ink absorbed in it.

"Sorry bud…it was the only thing I could find in short notice for you to sleep in." Henry chuckled nervously, but Bendy shook his head. "N-No…I like it…" He said. Bendy was getting tired again, the warmth coming from Henry was helping him calm down, but he had to stay awake.

Henry chuckled a bit when he saw Bendy struggling to stay awake again, so he slowly stood up, Bendy in his arms and walked over to a recliner. Once he was settled in, he grabs a blanket and wraps it around them both.

Henry knew what Bendy was thinking.

The small ink Demon snuggled up against Henry, curling up against his chest and listened to Henry's heartbeat. It beats loud and strong, making him think of how brave he was in the studio.

"…Henry?" Bendy called out and he hummed in response, about half asleep, but heard Bendy's question.

"….thank you….for everything…" He said slowly before sleep finally consumed him. Henry smiled tiredly, squeezing Bendy with one arm affectionately and relaxed.

"….you're welcome, Bendy…" Henry soon dozed off, both of their snores being heard in the small home.