Okay so, chapter Two!

Thanks to SharpshotDeLeiga for the story name idea!

How Boris came back to life will be explained in later chapters, so don't worry.


"That wasn't Bendy," Boris said, dropping the soup can on the ground "That was Joey."

Henry stared at Boris, a perplexed look plastered to the old animators face.

So, where was Bendy? Why was Joey Drew, his former best friend and boss, chasing him through the studio as if he wanted to kill him.

Henry opened his mouth to say something, before closing it again.

Boris studied the man's reaction, before he spoke again. "Mr. Drew is, using Bendy as a source of energy, and power.." the Toon trailed off, twisting his gloved hands over one and other "I'm, not quite sure how it works." He admitted, "But I do know where Bendy is!".

Henry was having trouble taking it all in, he felt like a shy child on the first day of school, completely overwhelmed by it all. He ran his hands down his face and stood up, slowly he made his way to the other side of the room.

When he reached the far wall, he spun around on his heels, and looked directly at Boris, who flinched slightly in surprise to Henry's sudden fast movements.

"Where exactly is Bendy?" Henry asked, making his way back towards Boris, whose ears had perked up at the name of his friend. "He's- He's down a few levels." The Wolf said, "I can't get into the room, Mr. Drew locked and barricaded the door".

Henry nodded slightly, and for the second time in the hour he wished he still had his axe with him, with that he could easily open the door downstairs, get Bendy out and-

"Henry?" Boris asked in a concerned tone, pulling the man from his thoughts.

"Yes, Boris?"

"Ya got an odd look on your face, like you're planning something.." the Toon said in an unsure voice, a puzzled look on his face.

Henry blinked once, then twice, before a small smile snuck across his face, he crossed his arms over his chest. "That's because I am planning something." He said, pausing when Boris tilted his head. "We're going to save Bendy." He finished.

Boris's pie-cut eyes grew nearly twice their size, some ink drops left his body for a moment and formed an exclamation point over his head before rejoining. "Really?" The Toon asked, both excitement and fear on his voice.

Henry nodded in confirmation "Yep".

Boris jumped for joy, an excited howl escaped him before he covered his mouth, not wanting to attract any monsters to the room. Henry chuckled, reaching up a little to pat Boris on the shoulder.

Boris' tail whipped back and forth to show his silent glee, his strong arms wrapped around Henry again, lifting the man higher off the ground this time, squeezing with all his might.

Henry let the Toon hug him for a moment, before his lungs began screaming at him in need for air. "Boris" he choked "I- I gotta breath" he let out a wheezing sound.

"Oh!" Boris put Henry down and dusted the man's shoulders off "I'm awfully sorry!" The Toon apologised, now acting much more like himself, like when Henry used to draw him.

The Animator had bent over slightly, sucking in large gulps of air. "It's alright" he said through a deep breath, "You're much stronger than you look." He sighed, standing up, smiling again.


"So, explain to me how this place got so big while I was gone?" Henry asked tiredly as he and Boris walked through the halls of the old animation studio.

Boris glanced around the dark hall they were strolling down, ink stains and empty cans everywhere. His ears twitched slightly, "I'm not exactly sure" he said, "I don't remember too much from earlier on. But I do remember Joey goin' off and leaving me and Bendy for days at a time sometimes, he must've been working down here." He paused, "Every now and then he would tell us to hide, he'd bring a few people with hard hats and fancy vests into the studio. They must've been helping him." He sounded uncertain, but that seemed to be the most logical explanation.

Henry nodded, when he first left the studio, he had kept in contact with some of his former workmates, well, those that weren't fired. They had all said that Joey was having some, questionable, renovations done. Not long after that, they stopped writing to him altogether.

He hadn't been in contact with anyone he used to work with for almost twenty eight years now.

"So," Boris' voice cut through the silence like a knife. Henry looked towards the task Toon. "What's the plan, Boss?" The Wolf asked with a small smile.

Henry thought for a moment, he didn't really have a plan. He was hoping to make it up along the way. Find the room, get inside, save Bendy, do somthi g about Joey, get out.

"Umn.." He trailed off, Boris raised an eyebrow. "Well you see," Henry rubbed the back of his head, but let out a pained grunt as his fingers ran over the spot where the former Music Director had struck him.

Boris stopped walking immediately, eyes wide.

Henry turned to face him, moving his hand so that it was by his side, "What's wrong?" The Animator asked, stomach filling with dread, could the Toon hear something he couldn't? What if more of those Ink monsters where here? Or Joey.

"You're hurt" Boris said in a voice that was lower than usual, laced with concern.

Henry's eyes widened, Boris was concerned with his health? They were in the depths of a cursed, dark, inky Studio, he shouldn't be worried about a bump on the Old Man's head.

"No, I'm not" Henry easily lied, he wasn't used to being cared for by anyone, he was unmarried and had no children, he and his sister had lost contact long ago. His former best friend was a madman, and all his colleagues had dropped off the face of the earth.

He was quite happy by himself, though it did get lonely sometimes, he did have his cat.

Boris let out a low grunt of annoyance, in a few steps he was standing over the shorter man, his usual friendly dementor hidden under concern, and annoyance because of how stubborn Henry was being.

Henry shrunk somewhat under the gaze of the Wolf. He had seen some strange and scary stuff in his life, but something about the glare Boris was giving him made the man shiver.

A sheepish grin spread across his face "I guess I do have a slight headache," he admitted, actually, the back of his head was throbbing, but he had been through worse, so he concealed it. His arms ached from swinging the axe and his legs were growing tired from wading through Ink all night.

But the few words that were said seemed to satisfy Boris, who stepped back and scooted behind Henry, he gently prodded the exact spot where Sammy Lawrence had hit. Henry bit his lip, the light touch causing his head to throb just a little more.

Boris made a light 'tut tut' sound "Not hurt, huh?" His voice had returned to normal, much to Henry's relief. "I can fix that right up" the Toon announced, stepping away from Henry for a moment, he but his hands behind his back, a look of concentration crossed his face, younger poking out the side of his mouth slightly. Suddenly his hands reappeared, in his right was a roll of bandage.

He silently stepped towards Henry and began wrapping the man's head at lightning speed, his arms becoming a blur.

Henry had to admit, he was impressed "How did you do that?" He asked curiously.

"Cartoon logic" Boris said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "I ca use it in the real world too." The wolf rolled up and down on his heels, tucking the bandage roll away on his overalls pocket.

Henry ram his hand over the bandage on his head, he didn't know if it was the strange, possibly magic feel it had to it, or just the fact that his injury was covered, but he already felt a little better.

He glanced towards Boris, they started walking again "Thanks, Pal." Henry said with a smile.


Aaaand that's that!

Expect an update soon!