A/N:
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The text down below shows a story that is purely non-cannon to the actual game, but it may contain spoilers, so proceed at your own risk!
Bendy and the Ink Machine belongs to TheMeatly.
Bold is Ink Demon Bendy
Knowing that he was now in a life or death situation, Henry did the stupidest thing that he could think of in the small amount of time he was given...
He ran.
Shoes forcefully splashing onto ink puddles, Henry turned down the abandoned hallways and corridors. He kept his trusty ax in hand, clutching it with a tight grip.
He turned down a corner, then cautiously took a quick glance down the hallway he ran down from. Huh, none of the ink webs seamed to stretch across the rotting wooden walls. It was strange, and for all of the strange and demonic-like things Henry had seen down here, this had to be the strangest of them all. The Ink Demon should've killed him by know, given the amount of time the former animator was idling. But... Nothing emerged from the hallway. At the very end, the area surrounded in pure black didn't move any closer. A bony, tall, inky figure with familiar but more demonic-looking horns stood in that darkened area.
Henry narrowed his eyes. The figure was just... Standing there. With its arms swaying at its side, it looked oddly somber and sad.
The former animator shook his head. The Ink Demon was meant to be intimidating and menacing, a creature made to be feared off of. Nothing of the sort could be seen from the way the demon sadly hanged its head.
Henry felted a break in his heart, and wondered why the creature wasn't running at him with the desperate urge to kill him. It almost reminded him of the times he spent in the studio before he left. The laughter that could be heard miles away, despite if they were coming from one of the lower floors or the floor where the animations were made. Henry could remember when there were no feelings of heart-break and hatred, something that was purely seen throughout his trip in this inky studio hell.
And a familiar smile, painted with realistic but cartoon-ish shape, always grinning mischievously or with curiosity. Henry remembered that little devil that always watched him draw the key frames for the animated cartoons. With pie-cut eyes wide, the devil would look up at him happily.
"Do ya think that I could draw like that some day?"
"Of course. Here."
"B-but... Are ya sure? Your offerin' this pen an' paper... Just for lil' ol' me?"
"Yeah. Let's see what you got bud."
"...I'm tired of runnin'."
Henry's mind clouded with confusion. He walked back down the corner, holding the ax close to his chest. The inky webs crawled back to the Ink Demon, clearing the path safety so that the former animator could walk without dying.
Now standing in front of the demonic creature, Henry watched a few small droplets of ink roll off of its head.
"I'm..." the Ink Demon began, its demonic voice echoing. "I'm... Done runnin'... I'm tired... Henry..."
Henry nodded. "I know bud," he said softly. "I'm done running too."
Touching the Ink Demon could mean instant death, but the former animator didn't give a care in the world if he was going to die at this moment. His old friend was trapped in this monster... And someone even more special to him. If he was given the choice, he would want to save both of them, including everyone else in the studio.
Henry cupped his hands around the demon's head. The thick ink on its head felt strange and uncomfortable between his fingers, but he wasn't going to complain.
The Ink Demon slowly raised its head. Ink still covered its eyes. Its smile was just as sinister as it has always been. The imitation from just looking at it would send someone running while screaming bloody hell.
However, Henry didn't see any of that. Looks were very deceiving, and the former animator learned that almost everything down here had looks that were different from what was underneath them. The Ink Demon was terrifying before, but now...
"Is... Is it... Bad... T-that..." Ink ran down the demon's head, covering Henry's hands in black. "I-I'm... Done...?"
Henry shook his head. "No. It's perfectly fine Bendy."
The Ink Demon looked directly at the former animator upon his name being said. He grabbed one of Henry's arms with his human-like hand. He held on tightly at first, but then the creature quickly softened his grip.
Bendy felt the ink that kept his demonic structure melt off of him, landing on the floor in big clumps.
"H-h... Henr-"
"It's okay buddy," Henry whispered, kneeling down as the demon became smaller and smaller. "There were worse things that happened, wasn't there?"
Bendy nodded. He felt smaller. The ink covering his eyes dripped down his face like water, allowing him to see once again.
Henry smiled. Bendy looked up at the former animator...
Then the demon, now a familiar cartoon devil, returned the smile with his own toothy grin...
Scraped Idea #16:
Bendy cries, but somehow that never got put into words.
Mmm... Bendy... Why do ya have 'ta be soooo... CUTE!?
I wanted to add a chapter that had some more feels to it, since I can't just let this book be ONLY about happy things, now can I?
Anyways, this is the Fox saying, "See you guys soon!".
