Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Welcome back! Sorry for not updating for a while, my motivation to write has been pretty flat. But I have the next chapter here! This is where chapter 3 starts to come into play in my AU! Hope you enjoy!


A door creaked open after Boris had unlocked it and pushed it open. He stepped into the room and held an arm out, as if showing off the area to his friends. He smiled and spoke in a happy voice. "Come on in, make yourselves at home!"

Henry, Betty, and Alice followed the wolf's lead and made their way into this new place, silently gaping at the room. It was small compared to most of the studio's other rooms, but it had a cozy feeling to it. In a small alcove was a table with candles and playing cards. Nearby was a stove with a pot, a couple of barrels, and a shelf with various items. A small hallway lead to another part of Boris' small home.

Henry looked around with his blue eyes wide, hearing the cartoon comment, "Just be careful not to break anything, please." When did he set up this place? The wooden walls looked a little weathered, but the place was in good shape otherwise.

Betty's heels clicked until she stopped in front of a small wall. "Boris, when did you set this place up," she questioned.

Boris responded with, "I've had it for several years. I used to come here when I was tired of the way Joey treated me."

Alice, who had walked to the table and picked up one of the playing cards, turned to look at the wolf. "Boris, this place is the bee's knees!"

A chuckle and a small wave of his left hand. "Why, thank ya!" He closed the door behind him and the cartoon gestured to the table and the stove. "So, would you guys like something to eat? Would you like to play a card game?"

It was only at that moment Henry realized how tired he really was. With little sleep in the past hours, no food, and strikes of heart trending fear, he was worn out to the bone. His vision was starting to wobble a bit and his knees were growing weak. The former animator turned to his creation and asked, "Actually… do you have a place where I can rest?"

Boris suddenly noticed the slightly labored breaths and shaking from his creator. He completely forgot! He had suggested they rest in the first place and was so caught up in his pride that he forgot. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "Of course, Dad! Do you need me to carry you to my bed?"

It was a little strange that Boris offered to carry him, but Henry appreciated it nonetheless. "I mean… that would be nice, but you don't have to." Honestly, his body screamed at him to let the wolf carry him, considering it had had little time to rest.

"Nonsense, I insist!"

"Boris, that's sweet of you, but-" Henry was cut off as one arm went to the back of his knees and the other went behind his neck. He was lifted up as if he was made of feathers, being held bridal style. He blinked before moving his blue eyes to the wolf holding him.

Boris smiled widely and spoke to him. "C'mon, I'll take you to my bed." The wolf began to walk away, towards the small hallway that lead to another room and a restroom. As he walked away with Henry in his arms, Betty waved and voiced, "Good night, Uncle Henry!"

Alice did the same as Betty. "Sleep well, Henry!"


Another door at the end of the hallway and in stepped Boris with his creator in his arms. "Here we are," he remarked.

Henry looked to the side and saw what Boris called his bed was actually an old hammock above a large chest. Some toys and books and reels lay on a few shelves and a fold up bed was against one of the walls. The man spoke up with a slightly shaky voice from his weakness. "You sleep in a hammock?"

"Yep!" answered Boris. "It's not always comfortable, but it works." With the gentleness of a mother with her child, the wolf laid his creator in the cloth, making sure it was secure and could hold up the weight. Once Henry was in, he took some steps back to the door, putting a hand on it. "Well, rest up, Dad. I'll make sure you aren't disturbed."

The human smiled and nodded, grateful for his "son" being so nice. "Okay. Thank you, Boris."

"Good night, Dad." A creak and a click, and the door was closed.

Henry laid his head back in the hammock and thought for a moment. He didn't know why Joey did this, or what else awaited him in this studio. At this point, he was just praying that his former coworkers were okay and that this horrible ordeal would be over soon. He wanted to get his old friend and new friends out of here safely and see his wife again. A small frown snaked its way onto his features. What if they didn't make it out alive? No one would ever know what happened to him and his friends, and that thought… it terrified him.

Henry shook his head. Everything will be fine, he just knew it. Closing his eyes and laying his arms across his chest, he slowed his breaths until he was fast asleep, his bad thoughts leaving and making way for sweet dreams.


Small snoring filled the room alongside the clicking coming from a Bendy clock on the wall. A small trail of saliva ran down from the corner of Henry's lip as he rested, his features passive and his posture much more relaxed. The former animator had been asleep for more than a day, his aching body lulling him into a long sleep.

His fingers twitched and his eyes fluttered open. At first, the man was confused, not remembering where he was. However, he realized and calmed himself. Raising his arms above his head, he let his jaw open in a large yawn. The rest was good and had done a lot for his previously exhausted body. Henry turned and threw his legs over the side of the hammock, before dropping to the floor, feet landing with a small thump. "Hmm… what a good nap," he spoke to no one but himself. "I wonder how everyone's doing."

Taking steps to the door, he opened it and made his way down the hallway. Once he was at the doorway, he put a hand on the frame and looked around.

"Hey, Uncle Henry."

His blue eyes darted in the direction of the voice and he could see Betty and Boris holding cards, sitting at opposite sides of the small table. Alice sat between them, facing towards the hallway. She lightly kicked her legs and had her hands in her lap.

Betty smiled warmly as her figurative uncle took some steps into the room. "Did you sleep well?"

A nod was given, Henry's bright blue eyes seeming to light up. "Yeah! How long was I asleep for?"

"I kept track," Alice commented. "You were asleep for 36 hours."

Henry's smile fell. "Jeez, I didn't realize how tired I was." He had been asleep that long? Than again, how long had he been in the studio? It felt like weeks, though it was probably a few days now. Linda must be worried sick for him. He would have to explain all this once he got home, then he could enjoy some clean clothes, a nice bath, maybe a good meal with his wife. Speaking of meals…

A growl made Henry put a hand on his stomach. He hadn't eaten for some time and he felt like his stomach was eating away at itself at this point. "Oh… hey, Boris? Got anything to eat," he asked in a cautious voice. He didn't think the cartoon needed to eat, so he didn't want to assume Boris had food and just devour it with haste like his body was demanding. "I hate to ask, but… I'm really hungry."

Boris grinned, his sharp teeth showing through the smile. He stood from his chair and responded with, "It's no trouble! I have some bacon soup on the stove!"


Henry set his spoon back in the bowl in his hand, smiling and licking his lips. They only had to wait a short while for the soup, and in that time, Henry and Betty had spilled out all their worries to the cartoons. They had listened intently and were able to give comforting words and reassurance that the humans would make it out of this alive. And no matter what, they just had to keep up their hopes.

As Henry put his bowl down, he looked to the wolf. Henry and the others all sat in a small circle, cross-legged on the wooden floor. "Thanks for the soup, Boris. I feel a lot better."

"No problem! I don't get to cook for others often."

Betty chuckled and looked to her cartoony wolf friend. "Well, you make a mean pot of bacon soup, Boris!"

The angel nodded and spoke, "Yeah. Thanks!" She put her bowl at her side and her expression became more pensive. "Alright, now that we've all eaten… what's the plan?"

Henry had been thinking in the time they had been eating and thought about what he remembered from the studio's layout. He remembered many floors, enough to the point and elevator was needed to get to the lower ones. And he remembered Betty's recollection of Bendy's transformation. Henry had an idea, but God knows if it would work or get them killed.

Shifting in his spot, the former animator cleared his throat. "Well… I've noticed that there were more pentagrams where Betty and I were walking."

The advisor's daughter nodded. "The main pentagram is on the bottom floor, in the emergency safe room."

Henry looked down with some thought, then spoke again. "Okay. So I remember an old elevator that can get pretty far down. I think we should keep going down 'til we find it. Then, we use the elevator to get as far down as we can. Then, take the stairs for the rest of the way. Once we get there, we find the pentagram and erase it. Simple plan to say, but it'll be harder to execute."

Betty, Boris, and Alice all looked at each other with the gears turning in their heads. Yes, it sounded simple, but with all the monsters and ink in the studio, it would be harder to get in there and get out. Plus, who knows if there was anyone else like Sammy in this place; people who would try to kill them or sacrifice them to Bendy.

However, erasing that pentagram was their one chance to fix all this; to turn Bendy back to normal and try to save everyone who stepped into the studio.

Betty's passive features turned to more cheerful ones. "Sounds good to me!"

Henry angled his head downwards in a nod. "Alright, we should head out as soon as possible."

Alice tilted her head. "We can head out now. We've all eaten and rested."

"Okay, let's get going." The humans and cartoons stood in their places, before Henry pointed a thumb to himself. "Okay, let's go. I'll lead the way."

Henry began to walk to the door, Betty, Boris, and Alice shortly followed in a line. The former animator pushed the door open and stepped out of the safety of the small living quarters. While the humans and the wolf walked on the ground, small clouds would form in front of Alice and she stepped upon them. The door shut behind the angel, and so the small crew left their only safe haven and walked into the unknown.

As they walked, the began to notice how much more intricate the studio was down here. There were many more pipes, boxes and small closets labeled as, "Little Miracle Station." Henry frowned. He didn't remember a lot of the things he was seeing. Joey must have greatly expanded the studio after he left… probably much to Grant's dismay. Animation wasn't cheap, that much he knew. Henry knew it must have taken a lot to replace him and make Bendy as famous as he was. A small pang was felt in his chest at the thought of Joey replacing him. After the huge fight they had had, Joey threw him out like some kind of garbage and Henry never looked back. He never thought he would come back here, but here he was.

"So, Henry…"

The former animator was snapped out of his thoughts by a heavenly voice. He turned to look over his shoulder, seeing Alice looking to him. "What have you been up to since you left the studio?"

A smile was given. "Well," he started. "Me and my girlfriend, Linda, got married. We're pretty happy together and we're planning to adopt some children soon. As for a job, I've been helping illustrate children's books and it's been fun. I've been really happy since I left the studio, and have been well off."

Alice smiled and clasped her hand together. Before she was brought to life, she could view the real world through drawings and posters of herself and had witnessed Joey and Henry's argument. It had turned sour quickly and she wanted so badly to say something to the former animator before he left. However, hearing that he was doing well warmed her heart. "That's good!" He smile fell to a frown. "I'm kinda sad we didn't get to meet before you left."

Henry's grin fell just as the angel's had and he held up a hand. It was nice to have met Alice, his creation and one of his many pride and joys, but at what cost? "Well, at least we finally met. "I just wish it could have been under better circumstances."

"Well, once we get Bendy back, we can all sit and talk," Boris said, lightning up the mood.

"Hehe, yeah-"

"HENRY!"

Henry's blood ran cold and his heart seemed to leap into his throat. He stopped in his tracks, beginning to tremble in fear. He knew that garbled, echoing voice anywhere and it shook him to his very core. He gulped and managed to get out two words. "Oh, s***."


Author's Note: Uh oh! Sounds like a familiar inky demon is after Henry again! What is the crew going to do about it? Can they escape Bendy's wrath? Find out in the next chapter! Feel free to review if you are enjoying this fic!