Henry lamented the fact that he was back in a little miracle station, when he hadn't wanted to hide any longer. But Henry was relieved that both of his toon friends were safe.
A low growl emitted from the Ink Demon as its claws raked the wood of the station.
Henry ignored it.
The Ink Demon wasn't going to open the door, or destroy the little miracle station. The inky creature had already made it clear that it wanted to chase Henry down.
Henry ran a hand over his face and let out a slow, shaky sigh. Henry still hadn't calmed down from the sight of Bendy facing off against the Ink Demon. How Bendy clearly didn't have it in him to strike out at the Ink Demon with the axe. And when the creature had lifted Bendy up via the axe...
That had been a terrible sight.
Hebry knew that he hadn't been thinking clearly when he saw the interaction. All Henry had seen was Bendy in danger, so, Henry had acted, and leapt off the upper floor to land on the Ink Demon.
That had been rather reckless, considering that he had just come back from the well of voices, after being sent there by the Butcher Gang clones.
Henry stared down at his hands, before clenching then into fists. He could still feel the slick of the ink that covered the skeletal Ink Demon's horns and body. It was a crawling sensation, of something very wrong.
Otherworldly.
Henry supposed that it had been a good thing to be thrown away by the Ink Demon, even if it had hurt to end up hitting a wall and being knocked senseless.
Ć̵̼̤̻̠͓̙̫͚̩̟͔͘o̵̖̺͎͓̠̿̈̈́̋̆̈́͐͒̕͠ͅṁ̴̳͍̪̻̣̅ê̶͎͉̩̣̗̠̝̰̱͜ ̴̧͉͇̗͖͎̱͂̑͊Ơ̵̧̨͈̬̘̳̻͌̒̃̍͆̈́̃̔͝͠Ų̷̨͙͇̹̝̰̪̠̝̬͉͇̃t̷̢̡̺͉̭͓̭̦̰̘̅̑̈̿̅
Henry shivered involuntarily over the sound of the Ink Demon's words.
"Can't." Henry muttered. "Too out of it. Try again later."
The Ink Demon growled.
Hitting a wall had really discombobulated Henry, and he didn't fancy stepping outside to take his chances with the Ink Demon. Henry didn't think that he would be able to last very long right now with the Ink Demon's version of playing-likely with its teeth and claws.
The inky skeletal being gave the little miracle station a shake, but it still didn't it seem inclined to break inside.
It really wanted to chase him, huh?
Henry righted himself from the rude shaking of the station, and took his sweet time checking himself over. Henry found no noticeable changes to his person, apart from a few more ink stains. Thankfully, he had yet to lose a finger, which would have indicated further...toonification?
Would Bendy be scared if he happened to turn into a taller version of the too ?
Henry hoped to not have to find out.
In any case, Henry was still himself this loop, and would continue to be, so long as he was actually careful. This was unlikely to happen, but Henry would do his best. He had told Bendy and Boris that he would be more careful, after all.
Bendy sat down next to Henry and gave him a worried little frown.
Henry reached out to offer a hug, and smiled faintly over the way Bendy leapt into it. Henry hugged the toon to him, inwardly relieved that the only good thing that came out of being sent to the well was that his wounds had healed over.
There remained only the scars and an ache.
Henry flinched at a harsh snarl, and glanced up in time to see the Ink Creature stomping away from the little miracle station. Henry groaned when vet the way it crawled up the wall and railing to the second floor.
Great.
Just what Henry wanted.
The Ink Demon more mobile and able to cut off escape routes.
Wonderful.
Just great.
Henry loved running for his life in this damn place.
A short silence followed the Ink Demon's departure, before distant screaming and garbled speech could be heard. It seemed as though the Ink Demon sensed the butcher gang clones that were still mulling about.
Henry wasn't sure why the Ink Demon would bother, unless it somehow knew that the distorted toons in the other room had sent Henry to the well. Perhaps the inky creature had wanted that honor for itself.
"I'm glad you guys are all right." Henry said to Bendy and Boris, before directing his words to the latter, chiding the little devil gently. "That was dangerous. You should have run. The Ink Demon could have hurt you."
Bendy drew away from Henry with an averted gaze.
"But you did it to protect Boris. I could see even from the upper floor that you were afraid of the Ink Demon but..." Henry reached up to pat Bendy between his horns. "Just be careful going forward, okay? It might not be so curious in the future."
Bendy still looked a little sad but cheered up over another hug from Henry.
Henry let go of the little devil and scooted over to Boris to check on the toon wolf's left leg. While Henry did this, he was aware of the way Bendy was checking him in a similar fashion. As if the little devil was checking for himself to see if Henry had any injuries apart from being sore from being thrown against a wall.
Henry removed the boot, expecting any number of horrors for a toon foot, and was relieved to merely find a cartoonish version of a wolf paw. Henry twitched at Bendy tapping his shoulder but as soon as Henry released, turned to find Bendy holding up a roll of bandages. Henry accepted the item, not questioning how Bendy was able to fit everything into the small backpack he had made.
Apparently, toon logic still worked within the studio, to a certain extent.
Boris let out a low whine of protest when Henry found that the toon wolf had twisted his left ankle. Boris quieted bit grimaced nonetheless as Henry wrapped the bandages around Boris' ankle.
The boot was left off.
"Going to need you to stay off of your foot for awhile. For now, we'll go to a place with better lighting and a until we have some better lighting safe place to rest apart from a little miracle station." Henry told Boris.
The toon wolf gave a reluctant nod. obviously he didn't like the idea of leaving relative safety but it was also just as likely that Boris didn't want the Ink Demon to come back to loom over them again. Boris made a silent indication that he wanted to stand up, with Henry's assistance.
Bendy went to open the door of the little miracle station as Henry helped Boris up to his feet.
Henry carefully brought Boris' left arm over his shoulders, and felt the toon wolf lean into him, hand tightening to hang on. Henry wrapped his right arm around Boris' back.
Boris let out a low huff as he narrowed his pie-cut eyes down at his bandaged paw before side-glancing at Henry.
"Ready?" Henry asked. Seeing the nod, Henry stepped forward slowly as they stepped out of the station.
Boris leaned heavily agaisnt Henry as he hopped along on one foot, the toon wolf trying his best to keep of his left.
"We should go to level 11, by stairs. There's a place there with a little miracle station, a soup machine, chairs and a table." Henry commented. "There would be enough space to rest and keep an eye out for the Ink Demon. There's that long glass window, so we would have enough warning to hide."
Boris considered this silently before he let out a sound somewhere between a grunt of agreement and a bark. Boris was clearly just happy to not be taking the elevator.
Bendy stuck close to his friends, even if he seemed to be excited over the idea of going somewhere new.
Henry was happy the little devil was in such a good mood, especially after coming face to face with the Ink Demon so recently.
Taking the stairs to level 11 was a little nerve wracking, what with the ever lurking danger of the Ink Demon, and other beings who could have turned up to make their lives hell.