A/N: Welp, I was gonna work on my other chapters for other stories of mine, but then I saw how much you guys REALLY SEEM TO LIKE IT, so I thought 'Why the fuck not?' And now viola! another chapter for the book you guys are so invested in, as am I.
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Inky Help
Chapter Two
(Hey look a coincidence!)
The Ink Machine had been introduced to the studio crew at a later date during the early wee weeks of production. Back then, it had been shiny, with a couple of tiny ink splatters here and there at the bottom of the machine. The smell of the liquid was prominently strong which irked the majority of the people gathered in the room.
"And you bought this...because…?" Henry asked. Although still quite 'fresh off the block' he had already made his mark within the studio - especially considering that it was him who made the design of Bendy. As soon as it had been shown to the rest of the crew many had slapped Henry on the back (quite hard) telling him how great it was and that they were all sure with his design they'd make quick bucks. Henry had all but meekly shrugged his shoulders and nodded a bit with a huge grin on his face, but when it came to talking to his boss, and friend, Joey Drew, his true personality shone through.
Joey looked at his friend who had pushed his way to the front of the crowd to glare at him. Joey blinked before registering his question. "Don't be silly Henry, there aren't any ink machines in Wal-Mart! I mean the supplies - that - that I used up some of our profits to buy them to make this, but!..." Joey paused for effect.
Henry, however was still quite miffed about the ink machine being a room that could've been used for something else. Of course he wasn't the only one as many of the other crew members were about as miffed as he was, though for different reasons.
"Are you kidding!" One exclaimed. "Are you crazy! You didn't just take profits to build something like...like this. But now you're gonna have to hire a maintenance crew!"
Joey seemed to be lost upon what the problem was as he was currently staring at the machine with an inquisitive glazed look in his eyes. He of course finally turned to acknowledge the crew member who had spoken.
"...So?"
"So?!" The crew member exclaimed in exasperation. "What'dya mean so - you're gonna have ta split tha bill between them and us!"
Others began to mutter in agreement whereas Joey just snorted derisively.
"That won't happen I assure you all," he said calmly. In response he got a few reluctant mutters.
"Now if you excuse us me and Henry have much to discuss…"
Taking that as a cue to leave in a hurry is exactly what the crew did, bounding away back into the heart of the studio to complete their next line of work called The Dancing Demon. Quite frankly it had already become popular with the animation crew as the very thought of Bendy in a pink tutu was seen as quite adorable - and ridiculous. If he was alive, many would have liked to think he'd be terrible at ballet, and would most certainly hate being in a dress.
Henry stood where he was with his arms crossed awaiting some explanation.
Joey seemed lost in thought before he snapped his fingers and a bright look came across his features.
"That's it!" He exclaimed. The biggest smile he'd ever worn looked about ready to tear through his cheeks with how wide it had become.
"What? What's it?" Henry asked. When it came to some of Joey's ideas he knew he shouldn't have been curious, but sometimes the editor couldn't help himself but be curious of what the head animator was thinking.
"You could be our maintenance crew!" He stated beaming with pride at his ingenious idea.
Henry however was a different story. "You...do realize crew is a plural word right? I'm just one guy, this won't work…"
SMACK!
Henry coughed as he felt a heavy hand slam into his back. Joey called it his 'supportive friend pat on the back', but Henry liked to call it the 'sticks and stones may break your bones but so do hands'.
"You'll be fine, it's very simple actually! All you have to do is…" Joey whispered his directions into the dark haired man's ear as if he was afraid anyone would hear what he had to say.
"Wait...THAT'S why you made that pedestal room!" Henry exclaimed in shock.
Joey nodded as if this was common sense before he began to back up slowly towards the entrance of the room.
"Hey, look it'll be fine! As long you follow those directions, nothing bad will happen!" And then he left with a slight skip in his step which was completely unlike the usual calm man he knew.
Henry pondered on his words for a moment wondering if Joey's words were directed at him or the machine. He shook his head, it wasn't something to worry about, the majority of Joey's inventions never broke down or anything, it'd be fine. Everything was fine. With that thought in mind he turned his attention back to his friend's latest creation wondering what its purpose would serve in the upcoming months.
…
Henry did not think he would come back to Sillyvision Studios, nor did he think he'd stand in front of the very machine that had, when he first got here, almost drowned him in its liquid. Also, if he'd never turned that fucking machine on, Bendy wouldn't be here besides him, and he also wouldn't be alive right now too.
So basically everything that ever happened in the studios was thanks to this wretched thing that he now had to fix.
And Joey, Joey was also the cause of everything too…
"Alright!" Henry said in his most sincere jovial voice. He clapped his hands together and began to rub them in anticipation for the work about to set him free. "So here's the plan, I fix the machine, and you -" he pointed at Bendy, "Get to stand here and be completely, and utterly useless; for the sake of convenience if anything."
Bendy huffed and crossed his arms, "Oh, I see you think I'm unhelpful because of my size!"
Henry scoffed. "That's the same as accusing me of breaking and entering - I have done nothing of the sort." He stated calmly. He made a shooing motion with his hands at the little demon," Go on, shoo. Disappear into the ground or something'."
Bendy just gave him a look of incredibility. "You know...listening to you is depressing…"
"Oh shut up, what'dya know anyways?" Henry grumbled. He turned his attention back towards the old motorized machine. From the outside there didn't appear to be anything wrong with it, but as a man who had the misfortune of working with the machine longer than the maintenance crew he could say quite simply that it was far more than it seems. If the machine was messed up then the obvious problem was it was clogged.
The inside was a jumble of wires and cogs that miraculously worked together to make the ink bend to the creator's will. And in this case, Henry wanted the ink to start flowing, or, at least he was hoping the ink that was already flowing through the pipes - the ones that didn't explode from the high pressure - and that all he had to do was make the machine turn on. Saying that out loud made it sound easy, but once you got pass the cogs and wires it was a mess.
A literally smelly mess of ink.
The moment Henry pulled back the first inner layer he was appalled. Appalled because what was inside the machine that was causing it to not work was a decayed and rotten body covered in ink. Immediately its head slumped and promptly fell from its twisted position bouncing onto the floorboards like a basketball...right towards Bendy's feet. The cartoon picked up the rotten, flaky object and stared at it with mild interest before recognition sparked in his eyes.
"Oh yeah! I forgot I shoved a body in here!" He exclaimed not even looking slightly disgusted by what he was holding in his hands.
"Oh...my god...WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE THIS IS NORMAL?!" Henry practically hollered as he glared at the cartoon, doing everything in his will to not stare at the body part he was still holding.
And also not puke.
Bendy however was just uncaring and tossed the head off to the side where it collided with the wall. A loud snapping sound was heard echoing through the room as well as a dull thunk.
Henry puked in a corner.
Bendy rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Oh will you lighten up! It's just a head!"
Henry gagged in disgust, "What do you mean, "just a head"? That belonged to SOMEONE!"
The little demon lifted his gloved hands up in a sign of surrender. "Alright, alright! I get it! - you humans value your heads a lot, understandable at best, although you're still an exception since you're still an idiot."
Henry rolled his eyes letting out a frustrated sigh. And I made a deal with this insufferable bastard...Oh, Henry mom always said you were daft in the most serious of times.
It took sometime, but after finally admitting that a three-foot-tall demon was useful in certain situations, he was able to pull the rest of the disfigured body out of the machine, or at least its feet, half of its lower torso, and an ear. Where the rest of the body parts were well...Henry really didn't want to know. By the time the body was disposed of (into a corner) Henry was scooping dried clumps of ink out of the area where a massive vat of dark liquid sat. Judging by the smell the ink was quite old, and taking into account that it hadn't been used in so long Henry could imagine that a glob the stuff had formed creating some sort of dry, rubbery, smooth material over the actual ink. Thinking on that, if he could actually reach it then he'd be able to perhaps pop the bubble holding the hopefully fresh ink captive, be able to use that ink still left to turn on the ink machine, and save Boris - something his mind was still screaming at him not to do, but between the exit and freedom stood a demon with literal ink powers. Chances of escape at that point were futile.
It was what felt like a whole good two hours to Henry before he was finally able to find something that did not feel like ink at all. Even though he was wearing heavy duty gloves he could still feel the awkwardness of the material he was stroking. It was the bubble; at least he hoped it was the bubble. Henry pressed down on it and it popped without any resistance. Thank heavens, Henry thought in relief, he would be able to get outta here without any repercussions, death, or dissected sentient cartoon and demon following him! Great!
"Aaaand my job here is done!" He exclaimed. He quickly pulled off his gloves threw them on the ground without a care in the world as he slammed the ink chamber closed.
He turned around to say something to the sentient cartoon but stopped when he saw what he was doing.
Smoking…
Or as close to a cigar as a cartoon could get, but still…
"Aaaaaand, you're smoking. Lovely, wonderful…"
Bendy pulled the cigar out of his mouth and glared up at the dark haired man. "I'm sorry - is there a problem with me smoking as I please?"
"Multiple things, yes, but that's not the point, the machine is fixed!"
Bendy narrowed his eyes at him skeptically, "Are you sure? Because the last time you said that it bro-"
"Oh my god, how many more times are you going to remind me of that?!" Henry yelled throwing his arms into the air in exasperation. Bendy gave a little shrug before, like he did with the head, throwing the cigar behind him which quickly disintegrated into a puddle of ink.
And then he was walking off whistling what almost sounded like the same song Mickey Mouse sang in that one cartoon Disney made where the mouse was piloting a ship.
It took a moment where Henry was confused as to where the little cartoon was going until he looked back at the machine.
Oh right, the pressure room.
Henry hadn't touched the objects carefully placed in the pedestal room and so he quickly made his way to where the lever for ink pressure was. But it seemed he didn't have to as the tell-tale sounds of cogs churning ink could be heard as well as the rattling of the pipes overhead. Bendy had beaten him to the lever first as evident by a black streak in motion heading towards the room where Boris's cut open body was lying on a table. Henry followed as fast as he could after the ink demon, but he wasn't as young as he used to be and so was losing his breath faster than he thought possible.
He stopped and bent over on his knees panting heavily listening to the sounds of small feet running down the vast halls.
It was kind of creepy really.
It was as Henry finally calmed down his heart-rate enough to jog towards the 'Dissected Wolf Room' as Henry liked to call it that he heard a very pissed off Bendy.
"THE HELL!?"
Just hearing the anger from where he was made Henry run just a tad bit faster than usual till he stumbled into the room to see-
An empty table.
No longer was it leaning upwards, but instead laying flat like it might've originally have done before. While many changes had been made to the room Henry could still vividly remember this place being the break room. It had been his idea as Joey had been adamant about staff being independent and bringing their own coffee or mini refrigerator to work. After days of begging, pleading, and whining Joey finally relented albeit reluctantly.
It looked almost the same; except for the chains and ink splatters and red candles strewn about.
Oh and the pissed off demon in the room, that too.
Bendy was melting with ink dripping from his appendages and onto the ink stained floor. His fists were clenched to his sides and shaking whereas his black eyes held a murderous look in them. Henry wasn't great when it came to comforting others and so left the demon to his own devices. He studied the table for only a moment before giving a very half-assed explanation, or theory, on where Boris was.
"Maybe, he escaped the...chains…" Henry guessed shrugging his shoulders.
Seething, though out of frustration this time he glared up at the human. "He didn't escape, because if he could, he would've done it AGES AGO!" He snapped. Henry held up his hands in surrender and took a few steps back from the fuming cartoon.
"By the way, just thought you should know, you're melting all over the floor."
This seemed to stop the cartoon for a moment as he looked down at himself to see ink dripping off him in globs and splattering all over the wooden floor. The demon let out a huff of annoyance before closing his eyes and well just...standing still. At first the editor was confused, but then he started to notice the ink slowly seeping back into the sentient life form, and if Henry were being honest, it was actually kind of cool looking. Then the demon's eyes snapped open wide and he let out a little gasp that sent Henry letting a screech as he flinched away from the cartoon.
"The pedestals…" Bendy muttered.
Henry blinked in confusion, worry gnawing at his stomach. "Pedestals? What about the pedestals?"
"They're gone…"
Silence descended upon the two for a moment when suddenly a loud sound like a machine shutting down could be heard from a couple of halls down.
Down below that is.
There was a brief pause as the two both blinked with confusion at the sudden that definitely didn't come from the ink machine.
"Well that was-" Henry started.
"Sssh!" Bendy snapped, "I'm trying to hear!"
Yeah, but you don't have ears. He thought, but he remained quiet anyways and listened in with the demon. Another bout of silence and suddenly the same sound as before could be heard echoing this time.
Bendy had a confused look on his face and he glared at the floorboards.
And then began to tear them apart.
Henry stared at him baffled as he ripped wood from concrete flooring and tossed them aside scrambling at the concrete like a cat sharpening its claws on some sort of material.
"Uuuh, what are you doing?" He asked cautiously.
The cartoon did not look up from what he was doing and pulled at more floorboards making it a total of at least four floorboards now. "Trying to find out where that noise...hrrrgh!...i-is com-coming fffffrom!"
"Yeah, I doubt you're going to find it beneath concrete and wood."
"Shut up and help me look!"
So Henry relented. "Fine, fine."
For a good moment he walked around inspecting everything with mild interest until he saw a lever sticking out the side of the table. Curiosity getting the best of him the man glanced up at the table while holding the lever. He pulled it to the right and cuffs that held the poor wolf down sprang closed, when he pulled it to the left they sprang back open. Except for one: the middle cuff. It was the largest and was clearly designed to hold down the wolf's midsection tightly so he wouldn't move so much, but there was something...off about it.
Inquisitive as ever the man walked towards the massive metal cuff and grabbed both ends and pulled.
CLANK!
Henry stopped and stared down at the band. Yep, something was very off about this thing; good news was, Henry thought he knew what it was. He gave a little tug again for extra measure and was met with the same sound, though much louder.
CLANK!
The loud noise seemed to stop Bendy in his tracks. His head shot up and turned towards the source where Henry had, after a few more tugs, been able to pull the brace apart causing the whole table to split open revealing a dark abyss that smelt strongly of ink. The same noise as before could be heard from the blackness.
"Oh, it's a chamber." Henry stated the obvious before turning on his heels and making to walk as fast as possible away from the what he was assuming was a bottomless pit only to feel a hand tightly grip his shirt pulling him back towards the entrance.
Bendy stared daggers at him, "The deal?"
"Woah, woah, woah! I said I'd fix Boris! Not look for him! - I am not going down there!"
A/N: This has become incredibly popular fast, which I'm still surprised by surprisingly, and also grateful for.
And because of that, this story is NOT OVER! As I've decided to make a sequel to this once it's over! Aren't you excited?
Audience: AaaaaaahAaaaaaaahAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
ME: YEEEEEEAAAAAAAH!
Okay no but seriously, here's a sort of short (one of them) I've made for it!
NOTE: SOME OF THESE SHORTS MAY NOT BE ADDED INTO THE SEQUEL.
Bendy Shorts
The Pink Galalaya
Henry had never been so humiliated.
That is to say, he'd never thought a cartoon demon would be the one to embarrass him in public, and at a mall no less. It had only taken the musical instruments of Dirty Diana and soon the little devil was bursting from his backpack that he'd only worn because the damn thing wouldn't shut up. And considering on how many dates had gone wrong because of the demon's smartmouth it seemed befitting that he humiliate him in public. The worst part was, he'd had a whole plan filled out in his head.
Now he couldn't use because he in a fast food restaurant, and currently everyone was gaping in surprise as the sentient being danced to moves only a legend of dancing should have known. Then again considering that there were no bones or muscles within Bendy, it made sense why he was getting so much attention. It was rare in this era to find someone so easy to move and dance with the grace that Michael Jackson performed onstage; it was even more so considering on his unique ability to do the moves right.
Especially considering that he was the one who made him memorize the moves to the song.
Totally an accident. Definitely not his entire fault...at all.
By the time the song ended Bendy was bowing at the line of customers who had started throwing french fries his way. Apparently nobody saw or smelt the ink coming from the demon.
Another they didn't seem to be aware of it seems is the unmistakable tail that only a demon could possess.
TO BE CONTINUED...͡° ͜ʖ ͡°