A/N: So to clarify, that prologue was a summary of the shit that went down in the studios.

I don't if it was meant to be a silent film or what so bear with me on the voice acting. I always speculated that Bendy didn't want to swallow Joey whole, that and I have a theory that Joey gave up his soul in exchange for becoming famous.

At least that's MY conspiracy theory at the moment.

I think.

Thank you to SnowsGirl and Kyren Caedes for the review! It was very much appreciated.

Anyways, STORY TIME!

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DEVIANTART PROFILE: SavannahClover

Inky Help

Chapter One

Running down the rickety halls at the speed of...well a refrigerator running really, Henry tried to escape his impending doom. Blood roared in his ears as he heard a voice oozing with agitation from behind.

"The more you run the more you're delaying your own death!" Bendy growled. Ink spilled all over the floorboards before rising up like a wave reaching out to grab him. Henry looked behind him and cried out as a surge of blackness spilled over his face and into his eyes.

"GAAAH!" He cried out shielding himself with his arms. He felt a sharp sting that gradually grew and pulled back to see sharp cuts made by claws along the length of his right arm crimson fluids trickling out. Henry looked up to see a inky white face looming over him dripping black all over.

Shit...shit, shit, shit!

Looking to his left he noticed a door and quickly without hesitation rushed into, but not before locking the door. Giving a cursory once over he saw that, like the rest of the building, it too was decrepit with some of the floorboards seeming to have sunken in on themselves and a few upturned. A single light bulb flickered and swayed from the ceiling bathing pale yellow light into the half lit room. Ink dripped from corners and was splattered on the floors. There was a couple of shelves that Henry noticed were covered in ink as well, some toppled over and some standing up straight with a couple of books on them. He also noticed that there was a knife on one of them.

All of this information was gathered in the blink of an eye as Henry locked onto the knife and rushed towards it snatching it off the shelf it was on before ducking behind one of them in the darkest part of the room: the corner.

There was silence for a moment, and then.

Squelch, squelch, SPLAT!, drip, squelch

Then the door knob was jiggling, or at least Henry could hear it jiggling as the angle he was at didn't allow him to see all that well especially with the dim lighting too. The door knob was jiggled once more before it stopped. There was a sigh and then the door was being banged on to the point where, if he were to peek out from his hiding place, he would have noticed that the door was pulled slightly from its frame from the force alone. This banging went on for sometime an then it like the door knob ceased.

Hesitation made Henry's movements slow to the point where he seemed to pause and move almost like a turtle. He peeked his head from the corner to have to hold back a gasp of horror as the monster he'd been running from surged up from the floor in a dark, dripping, glob of smelly ink. While his head seemed to have remained the same the rest of him wasn't - what had once been a small, slender yet chubby, cheerful looking demon made for kids was now a full blown creature of darkness; proverbially speaking of course, the only part of him not black was his still smiling face. Though his once round to the tip ears? - horns? - seemed to have become definitively sharper, but the most primitive disturbing difference between the cheerful demon and the one coming from the floorboards was its body in general.

Henry couldn't even fathom what type of sorcery or voodoo magic could have been used to create such a thing. Its body had taken on the form of a slender, more elegant, yet muscled, version of a human.

And it was fucking creepy.

Henry made no noise as his anxiety took over and waited with baited breath for something to happen, if anything to end this nightmare he'd walked into. Bendy did nothing except stay where he was, and it didn't occur to him until now that the creature was perking its horny ears which flicked and twitched about.

"I know you're here, Henry…" He said. The ink on his face began to melt more and more till only half of his smile was left seen to the naked eye. A soft gulp, and his anxiety took over causing him to move to the left hoping to have better cover options near where two shelves had toppled over.

Had Henry been looking he would've seen the recorder laying next to his hand.

He leaped back with a yelp as his hand landed accidently on one of the buttons, the play button, causing the machine to start playing.

Recorder: This is Joey Drew *crackle* and this is me giving a summary of experiment one.

Henry blinked at the recorder in wonder and horror. What does he mean experiment one…? He thought.

Recorder: It seems that both Bendy and Boris have responded quite well to what I gave them, though…*muttering* No Henry, that's fine take care of it later! Go on, finish your work. I'll be there soon…

When did I...Joey…

At that point Henry had went from being horrified at his mistake to down right just plain confused.

That was until a wave of black ink smacked down onto the floor besides Henry who yelped in fear. A face slowly melting with a fucked up smile on it grew larger till it once again towered in a hunched position over the human who stared up at it with long fangs jutting from the curve up its upper lip.

"Henry! So nice of you to join me! - I was afraid you'd leave me behind and I'd have to look all over for you, but thankfully that wasn't the case!"

His cheerful smile was such a falsetto of lies that it unnerved Henry to a certain degree. How had something, something that he'd created be alive and breathing and be able to just...live. It was scary to think that the possibilities for what magic could cause this sort of thing were endless. And Henry would've thought on it more if it weren't for the fact that he was currently barrel rolling away from what almost became his inky doom. The sudden roar that flew from the demon's pitch black mouth was startling to say the least as well as terrifying.

Running as fast as his legs would allow him the editor found himself tracing his steps back to what he was hoping lead to the exit. Although he'd walked these halls his whole life he'd spent with the animation crew that didn't necessarily mean anything it seemed, as the building being in its decrepit state it was in some of the halls looked as if they lead to other areas of the buildings or dead ends. Which is exactly what Henry ran into - a dead in. He heard a chuckle from behind and turned to find himself once again staring death in the eyes. Jet black cartoon eyes met his and he could see his reflection within them.

"Well, Henry, you like what I've done to the place? Spruced it up a bit just. For. You! Isn't that exciting?" The cartoon character asked with glee. It was obvious to just about anyone that the demon was mocking him wholeheartedly.

Before Henry could say anything he was interrupted by the demon once again, and as he talked it only occurred to the human at the last moment that he still was holding the knife in one hand which was cut due to when he had been running the knife slipped and slice through his skin.

"...then again it isn't like you'll get to see the rest of the place-" Bendy never got to finish his sentence as he cried out suddenly when a sharp tip was embedded into his right cheek slicing through it and leaving a large cut in its wake. Henry stepped back breathing heavily as he admired his work which halted Bendy in his tracks. There was a stiff moment of silence where Henry watched baffled as the cartoon character took one of his gloved hands and ran it over the black cut oozing ink; pulling his hand back the white had been smudged black with the ink, however rather than fretting over the loss of ink he found himself dipping his tongue out to taste the smudge of black liquid.

Another bout of silence and then:

"Huh...so that's what blood tastes like…"

Bendy's smile turned wicked as his eyes turned a deadly shade of red, "Makes me wish I'd eaten Joey sooner." He cackled.

Henry's blood had all but stopped as the gravity of the situation dawned upon him. He swallowed the lump that was in his throat and backed himself into the wall internally swearing at himself for not running at that exact moment. And he could've with how intrigued the demonic ink monster was with what blood tasted like, but sadly that wasn't the case a hand larger than his head grabbed him and soon he was becoming submerged in jet black liquid. It steadily rose, covering the base of his neck and working its way upwards towards an covering his throat. Henry gasped out as he felt his airway being cut off.

"Glaaa'k! W-wait a sec hold on can't we just...t-talk this through? Phrlgh!"

"You shouldn't have come here…" Bendy snarled. His eyes narrowed to slits his grip on Henry's throat tightening.

Henry inhaled another breath of stale air the lower half of him steadily becoming more and more numb.

In a desperate attempt to survive he did the only thing he could think to do.

"Nnnngh!"

No not that.

*wheeze*

Not even close to what I was talking abo-

*hack* *cough cough* *wheeze*

NO! NONE OF THAT, STOP DOING THAT!

"B-Bo...BORIS!"

Oh, he speaks, wonderful. Anyways!, after yelling that with the little breath he still had in his lungs he felt the ink hand covering his throat loosen till Henry was just dangling like a puppet from the demon's hand. The sentient being itself was currently glaring daggers at him, but in a way that spoke unchecked curiosity.

"Look, if ya lemme live," Henry paused for effect spreading his hands out like he was holding an offering. "And I can bring Boris back to life, I'm assuming that's what you want right?"

No response.

Henry assumed that was a yes and kept going.

"But if you kill me right now, then he'll stay like that for the rest of your immortal time on this earth…"

At first it didn't look like his words had gotten through to the demon, that was until the monster's grip loosened up a considerable amount allowing Henry to slip free from its grasp and onto the wooden floor. He looked up to see Bendy had a look of concentration on his face as he thought on the human's words.

Then suddenly in a blink of an eye the ink monster had transformed back into his original size which, up until now, Henry realized the demon was literally the same size of a cat if it were to be standing on its hind legs. In other words he was a very short creature that managed to scare the living fuck outta him in more ways than one.

As for Bendy himself, the fact that he had to look up at the human seemed to already have him pissed as his face was contorted into a pouty face with his arms crossed. His eyes, although cartoonish, had an intense emotion of wariness within their black depths.

After what Henry thought could've been two minutes of silence the sentient cartoon reluctantly stuck out a gloved hand in acceptance.

"Fine, okay we'll make a deal. You help me bring Boris back to life and I let you walk away with all your limbs intact."

Henry huffed but stuck his own hand out having to lean and crouch to be at eye level with the cartoon character.

"Alright, fi-" he started only to be cut off.

"BUT!, if you even so much as think of escaping without fixing Boris, I'll kill you."

A pause, a pause that left Henry wondering if he'd just easily tricked a demon, or if he was actually making a deal with a devil.

Inhaling a deep breath the Henry grasped a hold of the demon's gloved hand and the two shook, once before pulling away as if the very thought of contact was disturbing all their own.

"...So! Since I've very clearly agreed to not escape anytime soon, and you've agreed to NOT KILL ME, I believe we should go and…" Henry trailed off and looked around feeling sorely lost for the first time since he had a chance to finally breath without looking behind him every few moments.

But, now that he did he realized he had no ground to start on, and that made him realize how stupid his plan was from the beginning.

"...fix the machine."

Henry started. "What?" He asked.

Bendy rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. "Fix. The. Machine. You know the thing that you were supposed to fix but instead ended up breaking it."

"I know what I did, you don't have to rub it in…" Henry deadpanned.

"Yes, I'm very sure of that - I'm sure you're intelligence reigns supreme in that brain of yours."

"Are you saying I'm stupid?!"

"Yes. I thought that would've been obvious."

"Ugh, why did I agree to any of this?..."

Bendy shrugged nonchalantly, "Well I can always kill you still…"

"No! No! No! No! No! that's okay!" Henry chuckled nervously, "hehehheh I take that back, let's go and, uh, fix that machine yeah?"

And so the story begins...

A/N: Bendy has sass and Henry's an idiot. By the way I should say something here but there WILL BE HUMOR. Or at least, my attempt at humor. Do expect some of it to appear at random. And thank you to those who reviewed! I didn't think this would be popular so fast! I'm so glad you guys are all loving it!

So yeah, saving poor, poor Boris…

If only this plot was about that (which it is) but seriously though, there's more to this than just saving Boris.

And the plot is now HALF WAY THOUGHT OUT!

Deviant art: SavannahClover

Crystalfang OUT!