A/N: Felt like this should happen, so I decided why the fuck not just throw the goddamn characters in here? My two personal favorites, Bendy and Henry!

Bendy:...Why are we here again?

For disclaimer purposes and also so you can read your lines.

Bendy: Okay, I guess that makes sense, but why is he here then?

I don't know...I didn't actually think this through…

Henry: So you're saying I'm about as useless here as I am in the story…

Yeah pretty much.

Henry: You're worser than the small black elephant in the room, you know that?

Well I am dark and it says so on my society label-

Bendy: It says you're a snowflake

Stfu Bendy! Why do you even care?! Do your fucking lines already!

Bendy: FINE! *mutters* asshole…

Bendy: *clears throat* Crystalfang does not own Bendy, or Henry. She only owns the plot and her design for the studio that doesn't exist in the game. All characters belong to Bendy and the Ink Machine (my machine) which belongs to theMeatly.

Bendy: On another note Crystalfang has found a name for her sequel which is now being called Shorties...hey wait a sec…

Bendy: I. AM. NOT. SHOR-

Let's get back to our scheduled programming shall we?

Bendy: Oi! Don't cut me off when I'm talking to yo-

Inky Help

Chapter 3

Bendy: Are you fucking kidding me!

Note: Actually, take that back Bendy was lying (as usual)-

Bendy: HEY!

And there is a sequel as well as a prequel that I am currently working the plot out for, but!, the sequel is called One Hell Of A Trip, and that's it. Shorties will just be a series of one-shots and adventures, and I'm not posting my sequel till I finish Shorties because there's important stuff in there that will be added to the sequel.

PM me for any questions you have concerning the things you read in this chapter as well as in this note. Feedback is accepted! ^_^

Rubbing his sore ass, Henry tried to pinpoint where the mischievous little bastard had went off to. The one who had rudely smacked his ass before promptly pushing him into the deep unknown. A decision he was sure the little demon was regretting a lot; Henry had been right, the darkness was bottomless (for two minutes) before the two had went splashing into what he wasn't sure was ink or water. What he did know was that inky monsters can't swim, which admittedly brought a smug smile to the man's face as he swam to what he hoped was a shoreline.

Or a dock, that works too.

He reached out and gripped tightly at the wood grunting as he pulled his soggy body out the water which churned beneath him due to his movements. Shoulders tensed, Henry was quick to pull himself to his feet ready for anything. And by anything, that meant a mischievous little demon with a mischievous smile to match; quietness descended upon the waters in a way that sent a chill down the man's spine. Where the heck was Bendy?

Henry gently approached the edge of the dock staring wide eyed into its murky depths. It was so odd, how could the water be so...calm? Then again it wasn't like Bendy was actually a being, he was made of ink for crying out loud!, but it seemed that that didn't matter here with the waters being so stiff, and so quiet it was like the demon had just been swallowed up by the waves when they'd crash landed into its depths. Or, at least Henry didn't do that, as a human he'd had ample time to prepare for hitting the liquid's surface.

Bendy was not as lucky. It had taken all of Henry's will not to burst out laughing while underwater at the demon flailing his limbs about in horror at being submerged into its cool freshness. And that had been the last he'd seen of Bendy; admittedly, he should've made a point to drag the cartoon towards the surface, but something told him the demon wouldn't have liked that at all. And so now, he stood, in silence awaiting the ink devil to appear from the darkness.

The surface was as smooth as the paint upon a white paper canvas.

What felt like minutes turned into what felt like hours to a point where Henry began to pace back and forth cupping his mouth in one hand while holding a contemplative look on his face. Every now and then he would glance at the water once more, but nothing happened. Being so concerned for something that had almost tried to kill him...it actually made the man think. He sat down with a heavy sigh upon the rickety bridge (if you could call it that) and not the first time, began to think about Joey's creations.

Henry closed his eyes as a flashback, one very vividly clear as if it had happened yesterday emerged from the leftover residue that was his past memories. He was shouting at Joey all while Joey looked on calmly whereas the two cartoons disappeared deeper into the room that made up Joey's office. He immediately drew his eyes towards the small shape of Bendy. The little demon seemed...almost...child like. His long, thin tail whipped back and forth with glee, and his eyes - were truly a sight. A bright shiny coloring of black is what he saw, if that was even possible; Henry was even positive he saw a shade of ruby red within their depths.

His smile was massive and cheery, glowing with cuteness and other things. Other things that seemed to know longer exist within the demon. At the moment Bendy was the living definition of a demon. He was cruel, vindictive, uncaring towards anything (shoving a human into the ink machine being a prime example), he was also mischievous, but anyone could be mischievous and still be playful and naïve. Something had happened in the studio when Henry had left, something had broke the demon - no - something emerged within him.

He hadn't been that way...he had become that way. While indulging in his slightly crappy life, Joey had dissected Boris open at some point, and Bendy? Well...Bendy had been put in a situation where he had been able to do nothing all while Joey pretended everything was okay. Henry had heard nothing of Joey - in fact, as far as he was concerned at the time for his friend, he'd assumed he would stay cramped up in that old studio for his remaining days alive.

Proverbially speaking of course.

Ten years later and the man was dead, the first truly disturbing murder to appear within the confinements of the town he lived in. A small, slightly rural, and slightly suburban town where the minority knew the majority; everyone had a saying, and opinion, and contributed in some factor or other to the town's success. But, even still, sometimes the wrong people came to the wrong town, committing a crime here and there only to be sent to the holding cells before they're put in their correct jail.

So, of course, when Joey's body was found but no hand or fingerprints and no one had held enough of a grudge to actually want him dead many people had begun to panic; the only reason Henry had gone to the studio after he got the letter was because he couldn't just assume Joey died. Honestly, Henry wondered why it hadn't occurred to him that in such a small town he wouldn't run into the crazy hoot at some point while shopping or something; that letter was a perfect example of something that should've raised concerns, the last time Joey had showed him something Bendy had been breathing...absorbing air through his body...or something, and Boris had been an actually tall lanky wolf with thin legs and a wide snout white as Snow White it seemed.

And now?...he wanted to show him something else. There was a pause and it seemed even the slightly stale air had frozen in time as if anticipating something miraculous to happen.

Like a demon coming out of the wa- I'm sorry, dragging himself out of the water.

Not that Henry was paying attention.

So it was with great surprise when he felt something kick him in his side making him crack open his eyes letting out a sharp yelp.

"Oooow!"

Henry leaped to his feet and into a fighting stance, or as close to a fighting stance as he could get. He relaxed however when he saw that it was only a nightmare that couldn't render properly, and by that he meant the very freakishly large creature coming out of the water - excluding the screeching demon.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? BENDY WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Henry yelled at the inky demon who was staring wide eyed up at the hulking beast. It hadn't occurred to Henry until then that the cartoon was dripping with sludge, water, and ink whereas the monster trying to pull itself up on the dock wasn't dripping at all - even though it was made entirely of ink.

"I didn't do nothin'!" Bendy exclaimed, "Come on!" The cartoon gripped tightly at the frightened man's hand and pulled him along as the ink monster screeched its rage to the sky...er...ceiling…

Henry stumbled along after Bendy who was moving much faster than he thought possible, his thin, wiry, tail flicking to and fro as he charged down an impeccably dark passageway winding along its sharp turns all while still holding Henry's hand. The dark haired man was close to telling the demon to stop running but by then they had gotten to the end of the passage where it opened up into a massive room as bare as far Henry could see. Even still with the knowledge that it was just him and Bendy blood roared within the man's ears as he tried to regain his breath.

"Well, holy SHIT! WHHHHYYY, the heck was that there?!" Henry didn't exactly know if the ink monster could actually come up out of the water but he seriously needed to vent right now.

"And here I was, expecting you to be quiet, or at least know what that means," Bendy muttered though he was more concerned with the thing in his hands.

Henry turned to retort, but as he turned around to face the black and white cartoon he felt something soft, yet hard pressing against his leg within his right pocket. Cutting himself off before words had even left his mouth the man fished into the pouch of his pants to feel a leathery fabric grace his fingers.

The fuck…? Henry carefully pulled the object out to hold what looked like a...bible?...no not a bible. It did have the characteristics of one, but that didn't mean it was one. Looking closer Henry realized he was staring at the back and so flipped it to discover golden lace etched and threaded neatly into the middle near the top of the leather casing with the lace spelling out the words: DRAWING JOURNAL.

The man stared blankly down at the journal in confusion, why did it feel like he'd had something like this before? Henry caressed his thumb along the spine of the book the fabric being worn and torn up slightly along the rim. It was brief - the sudden flashback - he was sitting in...class? Yes, class, he was sitting in class and...coloring…? Maybe, but no he was...sketching.

Oh! It's my- "HEY!" Henry's thoughts of discovery were interrupted by a white glove snatching the book away.

"Oooooh, a diary!" Bendy exclaimed with a look of mischief on his face.

"No! Put that down you stupid demon!" The man snapped reaching out to feebly grasp the journal only to grunt in displeasure as it was yanked from his reach again.

"Well...since you called me stupid - how abouuut no." Bendy said, a smarmy grin plastered (literally) itself along his white face showcasing his quite impressively, yet scary, large teeth. Henry shuddered as the very thought of being bitten by such teeth horrified him.

Bendy proceeded to open said drawing journal and flicked through the first couple of pages till he stopped on one particular page. His black eyes lit up like Christmas lights and Henry could just faintly make out the tell-tale signs of soft redish amber for a moment in the cartoon's eyes.

Bendy's smile grew tenfold and he cleared his throat dramatically before speaking in a very high-pitched squeaky voice that sounded more like a screechy pubescent child than what Henry actually sounded like in the third grade.

"Dear diary, I think I an in vove with Chrilly Mooren, because I think she'k is very puuuurtty, and very, very, very smexy. I don't know vwhat thet mean to, I hoard momma say it wonce, anyways - HEY!"

The sentient being reached out to grab the book that had been stolen from him only to let out a huff of irritation when Henry lifted his arm higher into the air completely out of the demon's grasp.

"Yeah, that's enough from you," the man snapped waggling a finger at the cartoon like he were a child or something.

The cartoon character pouted heavily and crossed his arms, "I wasn't finished reading it." He mumbled.

Henry made a face. "I wasn't finished reading iiiiit - okay spoiled child, but if you don't mind, I'd like to take a look at memorabilia thank you very much so if you could fuck off please? I'd like to explore more of this gift sent to me, not you, me."

Bendy snorted. "Alright spoiled brat have your pick."

Henry stuck his tongue before opening the book once more and flickering through the pages, some of his earliest drawings from elementary school were contained within the pale yellow pages; every idea for a science project, every model for a clay sculpture was sketched in here. Small doodles of daydreams were scattered about the page, as well as notes depicting what needed improvement whether that be body posture or facial expression you name it, it was in there on some piece of paper sewn to the book. The more the man flipped through it the more his brain pieced together some of the drawings within them. There was one sloppy sketch of a tabby, it was supposed to be a close up portrait of his now deceased cat Franko, honestly Henry was ashamed he had ever forgotten about the ginger tabby and everything they had gone through. He flipped ten more pages and saw other drawings, the book, which had felt slightly light in his hands, suddenly became a bit heavier as pages that hadn't been there a moment ago popped up show casing the many sketches and incomplete drawings that Henry had made when in middle school.

A chill rushed up the man's spine when his eyes landed upon one particular sketch. It was rough, yet bold, an outline scribbled in pencil, but not everything was shaded in and there was a lot of yellow spaces left to fill. The thing was supposed to be a representation of a black bear, but with pointy ears and a snag of teeth that glimmered - they were sharper than knives - its limbs reached out outwards, big and burly. Its eyes were wide and white with cat slits. Off to the side of the drawing arrows pointed at different parts of the bear's body, one particular drawing saying: About half the length of a California redwood and a roar more powerful than three lions.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh...my...GOD!

"OH MY FUCKING GOOOD!" Henry screamed. At that point Bendy, who was either frozen in time or sleeping on his feet with his eyes closed, jolted to attention. The thing that was still in his hand made a wet squelch sound as his glove tightened around it, the demon blinked twice before he realized where he was.

"Oh shit what I miss?" He mumbled out. A loud yawn soon followed in pursuit of his voice.

Yeah, he'd been sleeping.

The cartoon jumped back with a yelp mid-yawn when Henry thrusted the book page into his face. The look on the man's face made the sentient life form shiver, it was almost the same look Joey used to have on his face.

"Look at it!" The man practically shouted with urgency. So Bendy did look, and he was not impressed in the slightest by what he saw. He may have been a cartoon character, but he did know how to draw and what that looked like in general. The drawing was so sloppy, he could barely tell what he was looking at, or what it was even.

Bendy looked back up at Henry raising an eyebrow that was practically nonexistent. "Yeah, I'm looking. Am I supposed to be applauding you or something…?"

"Look...closer…"

So he did.

"Oh...well then...that's new…"

The drawing journal wasn't just filled with all of Henry's old drawings from his childhood. It contained a drawing of a monster.

The same monster they saw not to long ago.

A/N: UGH, I hit a writer's block recently and it's still trying to take me over so I've just been doodling and drawing Bendy art for a while. Again, check out my DeviantArt page (SavannahClover) and you can view the few drawings I have of BATIM. I'm working on some other ones at the moment as well. Anywho, I know I said I'd do a Bendy short at the bottom but this writer's block is taking its toll, and that's the ONLY REASON I'M NOT POSTING ONE RIGHT NOW, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY THIS IS EVEN IN ALL CAPS LIKE WTF?!

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story so far! PM me for any questions you have!

Gee, I wonder what's in Bendy's hand? ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°