WOLF'S BEST FRIEND

3RD POV

Henry had just barely escaped the Ink Demon relentlessly chasing him. He almost didn't make it. The Ink Demon was so close he could feel its breath as he was running. Using all the adrenaline left in his system he sprinted as hard as he could to the door at the end of the hallway, his mad dash putting enough distance between him and the demon for him to slam the door shut before it could follow him.

The Ink Demon wailed on the door as Henry desperately tried to hold it shut, hoping that it would give up thinking it couldn't get through. After a while the banging stopped, and as Henry listened to the Ink Demon leave he let out the shaky breath he had been holding and slowly slid down the door into a sitting position exhausted. He was tired, he had been in Joey Drew Studios for what felt like days, constantly fighting and running from mutilated versions of characters that he helped create, finding audio tapes talking about everything that's happened while he was gone, trying to find a way to get back to the surface and away from this inky nightmare. Henry was losing hope and he knew he couldn't take much more of this.

Henry was startled out of his thoughts by a loud CLUNK. summoning all his remaining energy he shakely got up and slowly crept closer to where he had heard the sound. Even if he was exhausted he wasn't going out without a fight. As he was about to turn the corner a can of the famous bacon soup rolled in front of him. He slowly took a step back and prepared himself for what might come out from around the corner.

"I know you're there, c-come out" he said as his muscles tensed, ready to fight, even though he didn't have a weapon that wouldn't stop him from trying.

He never would have expected who came out from around the corner

"Boris?"

and then everything went black...

HENRY POV

Black… everything is black... 'What happened? Where am I?' Where ever I was I was laying down on something, something soft? I opened my eyes and saw that I was laying in a bed with a warm blanket draped over me.

"How did I get here?" I said as I tried to remember the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

'Boris' I thought, the last thing I remember was seeing Boris. 'Did he bring me here?' I wasn't sure what to think, most of the creatures I've encountered have tried to attack me. While they may look like the characters I helped create they definitely didn't act like the characters they resemble, was Boris the same or was he really Boris.

'Well there's only one way to find out I guess.' I thought as I got out of the warm bed and looked around the room.

It looked very lived in, there were clothes and trinkets scattered around the room and even some simple drawings. 'Definitely a bedroom' I thought. As I continued to look around I found a large chest, looking inside I didn't find much, just some soup, bandages, an album of an old bendy soundtrack we would use in the show and a Boris plush, not many were made but they definitely did exist so it wasn't exactly strange to see one in the studio.

Closing the chest I made my way to the door and walked into a hallway. There was a pair of overalls drying on a clothing rack and some tools laid out next to some open piping that was constantly letting out steam. As I kept walking down the hallway I began to hear, music? I started to walk faster towards the music and as I entered the main room I saw him. Boris stood in front of a stove cooking what I assumed was bacon soup judging by the smell and how much of it was scattered around the studio.

It seems he was finished cooking since poured two bowls of soup and made his way over to a table next to the stove. Once he put the bowls down he turned around and noticed me standing there, he seemed a bit spooked at my silent arrival but quickly regained his composure and gestured towards the bowls of soup.

"Y-you… want me to eat with you?" I asked not really sure what was happening 'what was he planning.'

Boris gave a quick nod and sat down in one of the two chairs that surrounded the table, gesturing for me to take a seat.

Still weary, I sat down in the chair opposite of Boris and looked at the soup he had made, 'could it be poisoned? No, I watched him pour it from the same pot of soup as his and he's already eating his.' I thought. Figuring it's safe to eat I began to dig in, I was starving, and a nice warm meal hasn't been an option since I entered the studio so I made sure to savor every bite.

Once I was finished I looked up at Boris who I found had finished his soup and had been watching me the whole time.

"Um hi?" I said not really knowing what to do, after all, Boris hasn't acted like the other ink creatures I've seen. He brought me to his home, made me soup, so he obviously wasn't mindless like the others and if that was true then that could mean that the person in front of me might in fact be a real life version of Boris the wolf.

He didn't do much in response except stare, he seemed to be observing me just as I was him which was understandable considering I was just as much a stranger to him as he was to me. As the silence dragged on I let out a deep sigh and said "W-well thank you for the food a-and for letting me rest. I'll get out of you hair, fur? anyway I'll b-be on my way." I slowly made my way to the door that I assumed led to the outside only to be blocked by Boris who shook his head. 'He won't let me leave?!' I was starting to get scared. I was still to weak to stop him from doing anything to me, please no, don't let this happen.' I was broken out of my panic when he pointed to a couch that had been sitting in the living room area that connected to the small open kitchen and dining area. "Y-you want me to r-rest?" I said hoping that's what he meant.

To my relief he nodded, further gesturing for me to lay down. While I was laying on the couch I heard Boris make his way back to the table and pick up the dishes we had left and begin cleaning them in the sink. the sound of the running water and slight clink of the dishes was soothing and not long after I fell asleep once again.

HENRY'S POV

Even though I woke up a little while ago I haven't opened my eyes or moved from my comfy spot on the couch yet, still enjoying the feeling of a blank mind as I slowly became aware again.

Deciding that I'd rested long enough I sat up rubbing the sleep from my eyes and doing a little stretch. 'I must have overslept because I still feel a little groggy.' I thought rolling my shoulders a little. 'I wonder where Boris is', looking around I didn't see him in the living room so I got up and made my way down the hall to check the room I was in when he brought me here which i assume is his.

Opening the door and looking inside Boris was nowhere to be found. On my way toward Boris's room I checked the other doors that lined the hall. One door was a closet with lots of cleaning supplies and some mops though they didn't look like they've been used in a while, another door was a large bathroom that looked like someone took a sledge hammer to it with all but a few stalls being completely broken, holes present in some of the walls, and still no sign of Boris.

"D-did he leave m-me?" I stuttered out loud to myself. I didn't used to stutter but everything I've gone through since I came here seems to have effected me a lot more than I thought, and I hated it, 'Where is Boris? Why tell me to stay and rest only to leave before I even woke up?' then the thought hit me. 'What if he tricked me, what if he was as evil as everything else down here but smarter, maybe this wasn't even his home, just one of possibly many little safe houses he had around the studio for who knows what.' I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the front door close.

I grabbed a nearby pipe and ran into the living room ready to fight, Boris? there standing in front of the door was a rough looking Boris holding his side and now aiming his wrench at me cautiously.

We stared at eachother for a few moments before something unexpected happened.

"Put. the pipe. down." Boris spoke.

I was so in shock by what I'd just heard that I dropped the pipe I was holding, letting it hit the floor with a slight metallic thunk.

I must have stood there for a while because when I came to, Boris had already gone past me and into his room.

I remembered that Boris was holding his side which meant one thing, Boris was hurt. I quickly ran down the hall to his room seeing the door slightly ajar, throwing open the to see Boris face down on his bed, his bedding turning darkening from what I assumed was his inky blood. His wrench lay discarded next to the bed looking to have been dropped rather then placed. 'Not good' I thought before moving to turn him over but as I tried to flip him he let out an "AAGH!" and flailed sending both of us tumbling onto the floor.

Boris had crawled away from me, picking up his wrench and pointing it at me as he leaned against the wall.

"Coming to finish what the Demon started huh!? I was really hoping you were different, guess I was wrong... But you're even more wrong if you think I'm going out without a fight." He snarled, holding a firm glare.

"No no y-you weren't wrong and I wasn't trying t-to do anything to you I swear!" I pleaded.

We both remained silent for a moment before Boris spoke.

"In the chest, there's some bandages, toss them to me." He said slightly waving his still pointed wrench in the chests direction.

I made my way over to the chest, opening it and grabbing the bandages before closing it and returning to Boris who was watching my every move.

"H-here" I said rolling the bandages over to him.

He took the bandages in his free hand and crawled to his bed, letting out grunt and groans of pain as he climbed onto it and sitting on the edge. I wanted to help him but there was nothing I could do that he wouldn't see as a threat.

he set his wrench down beside him, unrolling the bandages and starting to wrap them around his midsection, often stopping for a few second after grunting in pain.

"D-do you want some help?" I asked wishing he would let me help.

"I'm fine" He replied simply, continuing his wrapping.

"Oh a-alrighty then." So I just stood there, figuring that he would want me in his sight to make sure I wasn't doing anything.

Once he finished dressing his wound his gaze returned to me, not as deadly as before but still firm.

"Listen, I'm gonna get some rest. While I'm resting I don't want you in my room. There are some pillows and a blanket over there, take then and stay in the living room until I come talk to you, ok?" He said pointing to a small pile of pillows with a blanket on top of them.

I simply nodded, taking the pillows and blanket out and into the living room. I planned on doing exactly as he asked since he didn't kick me out of the house just his room, a kindness that definitely wasn't wasted on me.

I set the pillows down on the couch and laid down, draping the blanket over myself to get comfy.

As I waited I started thinking about my thoughts earlier, about Boris possibly being an evil mastermind who had very evil plans for me. After what had just happened though, I couldn't really see that being the case. From the looks of it he was just trying to survive just like I was, and if he was nice enough to take a passed out stranger into his home then he definitely wasn't evil like the other ink creatures. Thinking back on it now I feel kinda ashamed I misunderstood his kindness to such a degree.

I turned my head to look at the door leading to the hallway and eventually to Boris's room, thinking about the wolf that slept inside, silently wishing him goodnight as I fell asleep.