Part 3 coming right at you. Thank you all so much for voting. Now that the results are in, let's watch the fate of our dear protagonists and cartoon character unfold. Also, let me know in the comments section if you would like me to do chapter with the alternate ending of what you voted for.

Enjoy the chapter!

"Bendy, hold on!"

Henry's hand shot forward, just narrowly grasping onto the rapidly stilling hand before it melted into the puddle. His fingers wrapped onto it firmly, becoming stained with gooey ink in the process.

For a moment, nothing happened. The puddle of ink had stopped expanding and all that was left in contact of the cartoon character remained still and lifeless in his grasp. A few drops of cold sweat dripped down Henry's forehead. Had he been too late? Did he not move in fast enough? Was Bendy truly... gone?

A startled yelp escaped his throat as the still hand suddenly reanimated again and the fingers tightly wrapped around his. Realizing that it was still not to late, Henry immediately began pulling back, determined to help get him out. It honestly felt to him like he was getting someone out of a pool of quicksand since it was rather difficult to get anything out and it seemed like the more he pulled, there was a tighter, firmer grip holding him back.

Then all of a sudden, there was nothing. The tugging of the ink trying to yank Bendy back in dissipated instantly. However, because he had placed all his weight into pulling him out, the abrupt changed in wrenching him out caused him to lose all balance. With a startled yelp, from both him and another person, he tumbled backwards and fell onto his back.

His muscles ached at the sensation of falling on the floor painfully. As he started to regain control of his limbs, they quickly started to tense up as the feeling of wetness started to seep through his shirt and onto his chest. He flinched when he felt the pressure on his front shift and something clench onto his shirt tightly.

Shaking his head to clear his mind of the dizziness, he slowly cracked open an eyes. The light bulb in the ceiling that, fortunately wasn't flickering, was unfortunately sticking his eye painfully. He blinked rapidly to adjust to the brightness before doing the same to the other and then looking to what was weighing him down.

Cold caterpillars started crawling down his spine and sweat began dripping down his face at the sight of two curved horns attached to an inky black head laying limply on his shirt. He froze as he felt it begin to stir and he held his breath in anticipation of what was to come. Slowly the head arose to meet his.

A pair of cartoonish eyes, just merely black ovals with a slice taken out of them, on a whitish face blinked up at him. Their eyes were filled with confusion and innocence.

"H-Henry," came a small voice, appearing to come from behind the overly-wide and toothy grin. Despite the exaggerated smile, the eyes betrayed all the emotions they must've felt.

"Bendy?"

"Henry!"

He flinched again on habit as the ink cartoon suddenly surged forward, long, gloved arms wrapping around him in a firm embrace around his neck. It took a few seconds for Henry's brain to process the action as less of a malignant gesture and more of one of seeking comfort. Slowly, his own arms rose up and wrapped around the character's thin, long back, holding it tightly and pressing against him reassuringly.

After a few moments of the reunion, Henry slowly sat up and scooted until his back was pressed against the wall. Sensing the difference in positions, slowly the ink being pulled away and looked up at him. There were still some parts of him that seemed to drip, but he was much more solid now then he was previously.

"How could a being of pure ink exist outside of a film reel?" he thought to himself. "I mean I saw for myself all those pentagrams and offerings and I heard Sammy keep referring Bendy as his savior, right before he... Oh Bendy, what happened since I was gone?"

Henry was then briefly taken out of his thoughts at the sound of muffled sobs. He looked down and say Bebndy's head burried against his neck while his hands clenched on his stained shirt tightly.

"I'm- I'm so scared Henry. I'm just so afraid of what's happened, what has been happening, and what's probably going to happen to me. I-I just want it all to end."

He paused for a moment, fully processing the words. His hand then came up behind Bendy and gently pressed onto his back, pushing him closer.

"It's alright Bendy. It's going to be okay. What matters now is that you're safe and that all that matters right now."

The cartoon stop crying and looked up with tear-dripping eyes, or at least what he could make out with the extra beads of white in his pupils and at the corner of each one. Sniffing, he brushed away the certain aspects from his face and tried to make his expression look sincere.

"T-thank you. S-sorry for getting ink all over your shirt." His eyes seemed to grow a bit brighter at Henry's chuckling.

"It's fine. I kinda expected to get messy coming back here. Besides, it was already ruined before you showed up." It was now Bendy's turn to giggle as he slid off Henry to let the animator up.

"Yeah. S-so... what do we do now?" he asked, curious to what they would be doing from then on out. Henry looked back down, staring at Bendy's shiny black eyes peering up at him. For a brief moment his mind went blank.

"Um, well, um. I suppose we should find our way out of this place. Then... well, we'll figure it out from there." This answer seemed to placate the ink cartoon and he wobbly stood up.

"Well then, we should probably start making our way out of here, eh," he replied. He then offered out his own gloved hand for Henry's to grasp. Hesitantly, Henry clamped onto it, trying not to look shocked at the feeling of sturdy solidness opposed to an inky goop.

Bendy's eyes seemed to sparkle as he helped his old friend up. He then began to pull him forward through the hallways which both of them had remembered familiarly in years past.

"Hey Henry?"

"Mm, what is it Bendy?" Henry replied, looking down at him. Bendy slowed down and rubbed his arm with his free hand awkwardly.

"D-do you think you could work on me some more when we get to wherever we're going? I mean... like could you give me some more facial expressions," he asked, before gesturing to his overly widened grin. "I've been smiling for so long that I've grown tired of it. It honestly doesn't feel authentic anymore and I much rather have a smaller smile, a frown, or even a bored expression, like the one you were making for me all those years ago. You know, before Sammy told you to throw it away."

Henry paused at the request, before a smile of his own crossed his face and he nodded. "Sure, I could probably sketch you some new faces. Nobody should be smiling for so long, especially when they haven't felt much like it."

The cartoon character seemed to relax as they let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Henry. You don't know how much that really means to me."

A shudder ran across his spine as Henry's thumb gently rubbed over his glove as a comforting gesture.

"You're welcome Bendy."

And with that said, the exit came into view at the end of the long corridor and together, the artist and the cartoon, made their way towards it.

Not exactly the most epic of endings, but at the same time I don't think it needs to be. I like to imagine scene like how I picture Walt Disney holding Mickey's hand as they walk towards the light, it's just a tender scene between both creation and creator.

Anyways, thank you all for voting for Bendy's rescue, though now I pose to you another question. I've been pondering writing another chapter where Henry doesn't him. I honestly came to this ending picturing it in two ways, like if it really was in the game it would be a legitimate choice to make in the end; either save or leave Bendy, each decision having different consequences. So let me know if you'd like another chapter with the alternate ending. Thanks again for voting and reading my story. -V.t.7