Authoress' note: So... people were making fanart requests, and I was like "Sure," soon enough I have people sending me the links, and... nothing's happening. I don't know if my computer's having trouble or what, but I can't open the pages. Which makes me SO MAD because I want to see your art! (Projectionist screech)
And school has been absolutely KILLING ME! But on the plus side, I got a new artist's desk this weekend! (Early birthday present from my folks) I am SOOOOO HAPPY! But I'm still mad that my computer's being crap. I tried opening the links on my phone, same problem. Maybe my devices are blocking them for some reason? It blocks things like twitter and tumbler (but I'm not much of a social media person so that doesn't bother me much). So if you guys could send them to me through another link or something like that, I'd really appreciate it.
Hey look, reviews!
MeliLouiseNorth: Oh! Do you mean "What lies within?" That's awesome! I'm enjoying the story so far (I like the idea of Sammy being a Butler). I wanted to include some real Father-Daughter moments with Henry and Grace. The two of them are really close and trust one another (especially in the frustrating times they are in). Henry would do anything for his Cupcake, and Grace trusts him with her life.
PinkiePieParty122894 : Oh trust me, Henry and Sammy will meet again!
Pink Fox Productions: Lets just say Matt's a &%$#, #$%$ and a %$& #$! One thing I often notice in ships is how no one really seems to address the difference between selfless and selfish love. With the help of Matt (die in a fire!), Bendy, Henry, and Grace, I hope to change that. Plus, did you draw the pink fox on your profile cover? Awww... it's so cute!
And if you want to know what Grace looks like... look at the cover page. (I made it myself, I am a cartoonist in training after all) Grace is short with short brown hair, brown eyes, round face, and is often seen wearing poodle skirts (that was the style of the 50s and they are SO CUTE!) Pink skirts are her favorite.
Dancing-Ink-Demon: I thought it was interesting how Pleasant Point, WV, is centered around a moth mutant, so I decided to do the same with Bendy and Ghostburg. (Man, now I want to visit this town)
Twins 'n Fandoms: Hey, you want to draw that scene from "Grace's note," be my guest. And yes, exams suuuuuck! I'm sorry I wasn't able to open your link, my computer said something about "site can't be reached" or something. Maybe you could send it in another link? (I like your title, though "In every angel a demon hides" pretty fitting for Grace)
LouiseTheLastWriter: So... are you the same person from "Twins 'n Fandom" or what? I'm confused. Anyway, I had the same problem with your link. Do you guys have a deviant account or something that you could post it on? I realllllllly want to see them!
Darkgenius3 : Looking back, those kids probably laughed at that experience too.
JOHNHAMMOND1993: Bertrum may appear later... ;)
On with the horrors! And I own nothing but my OCs and wand.
Bendy had never seen Henry in his life, so he wasn't entirely sure what to look for.
So when a middle-aged man walked inside and turned on the machine (for some ungodly reason) Bendy decided to deal with him the same way he dealt with most intruders.
Most of the time he liked to have their fun with them, chasing the pathetic humans around. Most of them were a bit younger and more reckless, thinking that they were invincible. Bendy remembered one time when a boy tried to fight Bendy to impress a girl who was with him.
The Ink Demon crushed his skull. Smashed it against the wall like a watermelon.
He had never heard a girl scream so loud. But her cries were short lived.
Now, Bendy had no patience for those nuisances. Henry was coming and he had to catch him before he ran out screaming like the most humans did. So Bendy decided to wipe the old man out then and there.
Bendy had lose track of time ages ago, but wherever the man went Bendy was two steps behind. When Sammy tried to sacrifice him Bendy had to come whack his disciple. Let him deal with the vermin, Sammy had a ritual to prepare. Then the intruder had the nerve to team up with Susie Angel (she was not worthy of being called "Alice" in his opinion), that was when Bendy became determined to end this pest. It was kind of amusing to hear Alice boss him around over the speakers. Called the old man her "errand boy."
Then Susie jammed the elevator.
Bendy didn't pay much attention to the man after that. For once Susie did something good getting rid of the vermin and his Boris pet.
It wasn't until he heard her speak over the comm when Bendy realized his mistake.
That man was Henry.
Dammit.
Bendy had to think fast. Quickly he ordered Sammy to meet him at Level S while he attempted to use the ink to brake the elevator's fall. He had the black liquid twist into long vines that stuck to the top of the shaft while the other end clung to the elevator, acting as extra cables. Bendy cringed when he heard the crash.
If Henry is dead, I'm gonna kill that bitch.
By the time Bendy arrived all that was left was Henry, lying on the ground like a twisted pretzel. Sammy showed up moments later, medical equipment in hand.
"Are we too late, my lord?" Sammy whimpered.
OOO
14 years ago Henry was on the shores of Normandy, France. Bullets whizzed around him as his conrads were shot down left and right. Hot sweat beaded down his face and his lungs tightened, causing his vision to blur. When he made it past the shoreline, he thought the worst was over- but then he was shot in the knee. He fell face-first onto the grass, braking his right wrist in the process. He survived, but his dominant hand was permanently disabled and his knee still hurts when he runs.
But that pain was nothing compared to what he was feeling now.
The moment he awoke Henry screamed in pain, although it came out as more of a pathetic whimper. He couldn't feel his left arm, but he could feel everything else. His head was on its side, facing the hallway. Even with the ringing in his ears, he could barely make out voices, one sound silky (and frighteningly familiar) the other was deep and gurgled.
Henry opened his eyes and saw two black figures. One of them had what Henry guessed was tan pants while the other towered over the first.
He recognized both of them instantly.
Oh no...
Before Henry could do anything (not like there was anything for him to do) Bendy limped over to the animator. Henry squeezed his eyes, expecting the ink demon to finish him off. Instead a small, bony hand gently cupped his face and turned it towards Bendy. Henry bit his tongue when something popped in his neck.
"Can humans normally bend like that?" The gurgled voice asked.
That does not sound good.
"U-Uh no my lord, I think he broke a few things." Came Sammy's reply.
"That damn angel." Henry could hear the hatred drip like ink.
"Is he dead?"
Henry was expecting Bendy to shake him or check a pulse. But instead Henry felt something move in his chest where his heart was. It wasn't painful, but it did cause him to twitch.
"No, his heart's still moving, but I don't think he can walk looking like this. Bring me the anesthesia."
Anesthesia? Isn't that what doctors use to put their patients to sleep...?
"But he's already unconscious, my lord."
Everything was quiet for a moment. Henry strained to hear what was going to be said next. Bendy chuckled darkly, causing Henry to shiver. the old man heard the squishing of ink as Bendy leaned closer to Henry and stroke the man's cheek with his wet fingers.
"Henry Henry Henry... you really think you can fool me? I know you can hear me... look at me. Look at what you created." The ink demon's voice was almost comforting at first, but quickly turned into a snarl.
Henry set his jaw. He didn't want to see the ink demon up close. He wasn't going to give Bendy the satisfaction of seeing the fear in his eyes.
"Look at me, Henry."
Henry didn't move. Cold ink dripped off of Bendy's face and onto him, causing the old man to flinch. Henry could hear Sammy open a medical kit and move thing around inside.
"You won't, eh? Is it because of my face? Is it because I'm a monster, Henry?" Bendy cooed. A large gloved hand cupped Henry's head and brought it up. Henry grunted in pain.
"Can't talk, eh? Did that damned angel get ya? Well, ya can't trust angels down here, little errand boy."
Henry's face twisted in pain. He wanted to tear that angel's eye out. Grunts and moans where words should have been escaped his throat.
"Sh... don't want to attract trouble, Henry." Bendy sneered. "Sammy, where is that drug?"
"I-I'm looking for it- aha! There it is!"
"No..." Henry wheezed. His voice sounded like the scream of a kettle.
Bendy rubbed Henry's shoulder in attempts to calm him. "Shhh... Shhh... don't fight. You're mine now, and as long as you cooperate you won't get hurt... probably."
Henry heard Sammy walk over to them before he felt a cloth pressed against his mouth. Henry refused to breath, instead he began to fight like a man having a spasm.
Damn you Damn you Damn you!
"Stop it, ya geezer. Stay still, we aren't gonna kill ya." Bendy held the man's head steady, but with Henry's struggling he had to use both arms. Henry involuntarily inhaled. It only took a few seconds for the drug to take effect, and soon Henry felt his anxiety melt away. It was like he was asleep physically, but not mentally. He felt Bendy carefully pick him up and carry his limp body like a baby. Henry caught a few words between Bendy and Sammy before the drug completed its mission.
The last thing he thought about was Grace.
OOO
Grace expected her dad to call in a couple of hours, so she passed the time reading at the Inn's back porch. Every hour or so she would check the front desk, only to be told that no one called. By the time night fell Grace grew worried and called the police. About ten minutes later 3 officers arrived and met her in the lobby.
When she explained her situation, the officers looked concern.
"Joey Drew?" One officer, Mr. Blackwell, asked.
"Yes, my dad used to work for him. He said he'd call later today, but he never did."
"Do you still have the letter?"
Grace shook her head. "My dad has it."
"What about the envelope?"
Again, she shook her head. "I think we left it at home."
Mr. Blackwell nodded at he wrote in his notebook. "Are you sure it was Joey Drew?"
"Yes. My dad said he and Mr. Drew weren't on good terms when he left, I'm worried that Mr. Drew might have..." Grace didn't want to finish.
Everyone was quiet for a moment. The officers looked at each other before looking at Grace. Finally one blond-haired cop said, "Miss Brookes, you don't seem like the kind of gal to fib, but your story just seems... out there."
Grace frowned. "Why would I lie about this?"
"Miss Brookes," Mr. Blackwell said, "Joey Drew studios closed ages ago, it's nothing but a rotting building. People used to explore it for ghost hunts and whatever, but we recently put up a law forbidding anyone from entering the property without a permit."
"B-But... I-I... my dad and I didn't know about the law! Is he going to get arrested?"
"The worst he can get is a fine. The place is too dangerous to explore, people disappear there all the time."
"Disappear?!"
Mr. Blackwell nodded sadly. "We've even lost a few of our own men in there. We are not entirely sure what goes on, but investigations dropped long ago."
"What about Mr. Drew? Why would he send my dad into a death trap?!"
Mr. Blackwell rubbed his chin. "You are positive it was Joseph Drew?"
"I- yeah... I think so. Why?"
The officer looked away, as if he didn't know how to phrase it. "Mr. Drew died well over two decades ago."
Authoress' note: Oh dang, cliffhanger!
I love it when Bendy's a bit psychotic. He's a dangerous enemy (and ally) for a number or reasons. First and foremost, he's bipolar and has Autophobia. Second, he's very stubborn and like to be in control. Third, he thinks humans are weak and pathetic, nothing more than stupid creatures that are fun to scare. Things will get interesting when he meets Grace. Veeeery interesting.
And for anyone who is curious, Henry was thinking about D-Day back in World War 2. Thanks to his broken wrist, he can't draw like he used to.
Anywho, remember to follow, favorite, and review and always remember to beware the ink demon!
