Waking up to a sweet little boy in bed next to him was expected by the father, smiling softly and glancing at the time.
6:25. He would remove himself from his bed soon, ready for another day at work. Henry hummed to himself as he affectionately cuddled his boy, thinking over if he should bother Sammy about babysitting again.
However, in the end, it was the cartoon who looked after his offspring until the end of his work day. Even better, Bendy had corralled the child into falling asleep, making it easier to leave the building as Sidney would surely have wanted to say goodbye to everyone there.
Last night, all the father desired was an early rest and a warm shower to relax his muscles. Bendy, with his powers of sleep, passed the man this opportunity when he relinquished the snoozing child back to his dad.
6:30. Time to awaken Sidney.
Gently rocking the boy by his tiny shoulder, he brought the child to the waking world just as sunlight crept into the bedroom through a crack between the two sheets of fabric draping in front of the window.
Each slice of finely handcrafted fabric was the canvas of cream leaves laid artistically upon a coal background. Chosen by mutual agreement, this pattern appeared wherever there was a window to cover up, polished curtain holders standing guard on either side.
Once, Henry had used a holder as something else but... That was in the past.
"Mhm... Dad?"
"Morning, Sidney. Mr Hands tells me it is time to get up."
"Is the Sun up?"
"The Sun is shining through the gap, look."
Picking up the sleepyhead, Henry revved his internal muscles to heat them up and bring his waking body upright. This jerky movement allowed his son to see and feel the slight bit of sunlight curling through the gap with the positive energy it compassionately gifted to each and every object upon the earth.
"I feel like a... A... Rep... Re... P..."
"Reptile."
"Thank you, dad."
Snuggling into his chest with his messy head above the man's heart, Sidney smiled, voicing each beat he heard with a giggle for the engine tickled his eardrum.
"Bendy has a fast heart, dad."
"He... Does. Yes. He does."
A cartoon had a physical heart? Internal organs? Those were not on the design... Could it be a side effect of becoming reality? Had to be.
Meowing and nearly tripping up her owner, a black and white cat pounced forward from the sofa and ran to the kitchen, demanding for her morning tuna and belly rub.
Sidney tipped her breakfast into her bowl while his father poured some cereal and milk into two bowls, a big one and a small one. Both were a plain white. Neither of them were really into intricate and 'fashionable' designs. The kitty would most likely push them off the side as soon as she had the second of freedom anyway.
They ate, bowed to the feline's orders, bundled into Liquorice and flicked on the radio to tune into some music for the journey.
"You know, Dad. Bendy sings to songs much different to this."
"No, he doesn't. He sings songs like this."
"Only when you are there, he tells me."
This time Wally was outside, rummaging through the bins urgently.
"Wally, what are you doing?..."
Now he definitely had a scope on who was the crazy one in the studio.
"Henry! Oh Christ, ya scared me! I'm tryin' to find those bloody keys..."
"In the bins?"
"They could be anywhere n if Sammy finds out I've lost 'em, I'm outta here!"
"Alright. But don't come in stinking of the bins..."
"It's my day off today. I only came here to find the keys before Sammy finds 'em himself n kills me for losin' 'em again."
Sidney disappeared behind a bush, coming back with the missing keys stuffed into a beer bottle.
"Oh Wally..."
"Shit."
Sending the janitor home with the bottle and the keys, Henry tracked down Joey to ask him if he wouldn't mind watching Sidney because Norman had just informed him that Sammy had conquered the projector room again.
Joey was not in his office, a neatly written note saying that he was making an ink run and to bring Bendy out as soon as was possible for Henry and Susie.
Great. An energy sapping, two person show. Sure, Bendy was not much trouble but it was hard enough recovering after all five of them had given life to the cartoon.
Two was just a nightmare and any work for today could go fuck itself. Henry would be sleeping away the day.
But... If Bendy was around, Henry could sleep in peace because the demon would take care of his son for him.
"I see, Henry. You brought me here to babysit."
"Not... Exactly..."
"I do not mind. Sidney is a pleasure to look after."
"Oh, thank you Bendy. He should be in Sammy's office, watching Little Devil Darlin' again."
He sighed as the cartoon left the pentagram to take care of his son, barely making it back to his desk before he passed out.
Joey had done as told. Good. Now, he could spend more time being taught about the little lamb awaiting his arrival within his Prophet's office.
Remembering his Prophet, he relived the sight of the ribcage being split open by the sheer loyalty he possessed for his Lord. Even now, the aroma of the handfed heart flamed a furnace of bliss throughout the demon's orthodox existence.
His only problem for his plan lay asleep within this building.