I am so oo oo sorry about the late update, but between my ultimate fail of a graduation from the 8th grade and feeling depression set in upon realizing how doomed we are as a species things haven't been on my side lately.

To also note, this chapter was ALMOST COMPLETE!

ALMOST!

I was very upset to find out that the chapter itself could not stick in one specific direction, so I had to go back and change everything when it dawned on me so this is an "edited" version of the original chapter four. However, this is still in Bendy's POV and therefore was still hard to write.

Hopefully this suffices all your needs of more Inky Help!

ENJOY!

Inky Help

Chapter 4

Total silence had accumulated over the pair as their eyes continued to gawk at the picture before them. It spoke volumes of unnatural that the monster who they'd just encountered was a still frame within the confinements of Henry's sketch book.

"There's no way...there's just no way…"

"Yeah…" Bendy said absently. They continued to stare at the picture in bewilderment.

"Hey Henry."

"What?"

"Can I ask ya somethin'?"

The human glanced at him with a cocked brow but gave it no thought and shrugged. "Sure I guess…"

"How do you become an animator, when you couldn't even draw a bear right?"

A moment of silence.

"That's what you're concerned about!?" Henry exclaimed in astonishment.

The demon shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't see why I shouldn't be. Like I said this drawing sucks."

"It does not! I put time and energy into that! I was only thirteen anyways." The man snapped defensively. He then hugged the drawing book close to him. The look on his face was of that of a man's pride being wounded due to being beat by a girl.

"So what? Did your hand just...have a...stroke or something and you couldn't get it to move at all?" Bendy asked with arms crossed over his chest.

"Having...a stroke? What, no!" Henry shook his rapidly. "I'm saying that I worked really hard on this! But that's not important right now."

"Uh huh, sure it isn't…" The demon muttered under his breath before giving a languid stretch. A small amount of silence descended over the pair as realization dawned upon them. They had no idea where they were, and considering on how bare the room was it didn't exactly give off any specific clues. That, and the fact that in the midst of their panic they had been doing nothing but running in some direction with no real goal in mind. But, now they had all the time possible to really think things through...and figure out there next step.

"So I guess…" Henry started.

"We - just head back the way were going before…" Bendy said with uncertainty.

"Yeah, but we weren't heading anywhere." The man reminded the toon. Which was true in regards, and Bendy mentally slapped himself for forgetting that one forgetful detail; the two had fallen who knew how far into...water, a rather flooded area within the studio. But then, this couldn't possibly be part of the studio?...could it? As far as Bendy was concerned there were only two levels. Sillyvision (upper level), and Joey Drew Studios which was obviously the lower level; from what Bendy was told about the studio, it originally was only one story, but then Joey renovated the place and got the studio a new level.

The basement (Music Department) was a part of the first section - Joey Drew Studios - but during renovations Joey moved it downstairs. And that was pretty much all the demon knew. But as far as Bendy was concerned he could have been lied to about even that specific thing! Dammit!, he couldn't even trust his own knowledge of the studio?! Then again being trapped for ten years in a studio does have that effect on someone…

Probably.

Welp, they weren't gonna gain anything by standing around now were they? Without putting any plan into action the demon started walking towards the door. Just as he almost put his hand on the knob he was stopped by a very fretful Henry.

"Wait! What're you doing?" He asked in apprehension.

"Opening the door."

The man shook his head rapidly. "I know that! I mean what are you doing?!" He hissed through gritted teeth. The fear in his eyes was so surreal it was ridiculous, why the hell did he think that making a deal with this man was a good thing?

Bendy sent the man a half lidded stare, "Look, we can't stay here in this room forever, soon we're gonna have to get moving, and I say we get moving now." He ended his sentence on a glare; this wasn't an offering, this was an order. Now if only he could get his voice to sound that demanding...In the meantime Henry stood stiff off to the side, still very unwilling to move his body. A look of fear flashed in his eyes before he finally inhaled sharply and took a step forwards.

"Alright fine." The reluctance in his voice was not lost on Bendy. The reality of the situation was simple: they were stuck down a...hole, until they found what was hopefully an exit, or at the very least found Boris. And speaking of Boris…The toon demon pulled his hand up to stare at the pumping mass of fleshy ink. It was amazing that the wolf's heart was still beating even though ten years had gone by enough for the toon's heart to have dried up. After all, Boris wasn't running on the ink like Bendy had been doing for years now. Maybe...there was still hope for the lupine after all…

But then again ten years of living in a apathetic shit hole may have sucked all the hope the demon had left, and perhaps seeing this made a small light in the demon come into fruition mostly out of desperation.

"Hey, you comin'" Henry asked snapping the toon out of his thoughts. The toon hadn't even noticed that the man, who not a second ago was cowering in his boots, was suddenly taking up the initiative and walking out the door. Bendy was quick to reply with a nod twisting his body around fully while keeping his friend's heart behind his back. Then, came the most shocking thing the man had done so far, flash a smile at the demon.

"Don't worry, we'll get Boris back in no time!"

The hell had that enthusiasm come from?

The demon gave a slight smile though deep down he couldn't be as hopeful.

But then again...if dreams could come true then…

Well he was alive right?

…

It was dark, and cold, but mainly dark.

Drip, drip, drip

Why was he here again?

Drip

Pain, he could feel pain...so was he...alive?

Splat

Oh no he was doing it again wasn't he? The sound of liquid splattering all over the floor could be heard echoing through the dark. The air was stale, there was no moisture to it. What little scents the creature could make out were blood...it was blood right? Yes, blood, iron, and…

"Mm...st….ma…" Their voice cracked. A low keen sound escaped their throats. Off to the side, the left, a groan responded.

"Mmn...st..r...mn-"

"Quiet, my sheep or you will disturb his blessing upon you - and we wouldn't want that would we?"

A low whine, and the sound of chains echoed through the area in reply.

A helpless scream.

A bleating sheep.

…

They had taken a left, walked down a long ass corridor, and then took another left which lead them to another corridor except this one had rooms in it. In short it felt as if they'd been walking for at least half an hour (which they hadn't), but still…

The only good thing Bendy could find about all of this is that while there was ink it didn't flood the halls and swallow everything up. The downfall was that he would probably end up needing some sooner or later at best. The duo trudged down the hall at a snail's pace, this was mostly pertaining to the fact that while they had encountered only one monster so far there was no telling if there were more out there.

Especially in the rooms they were passing.

The silence was deafening, yet comforting all at once. It didn't make sense sure, but for Bendy, the silence was all he really needed at the moment. The strong smell of ink, rotten wood, and the musk emanating from old paper was all he needed. For ten years the toon had been stuck in a world all his own - roaming the same halls and listening to the faint creak of wood. It wasn't homey, but it was all he'd ever had. But now there was a person coming into the mix, and he knew Joey Drew...he had been with the man long enough to know him...what he was like once upon a time.

Bendy did not believe in fairy tales.

Yet with Joey Drew he could see it making sense…

Bendy Shorts

KITTY

Henry was having an off day today. His boss was an ass, and this morning Bendy had thrown a tantrum. He'd also eaten some of the silverware. Why and how he did that was beyond the weary man, but he wasn't about to question that in the slightest. Right now all he wanted was to go home and rest, and lucky for him he had just parked in his driveway. Now all he had to do was get out the car, walk up the steps, open the door, move through the kitchen, hopefully (not to be rude) be able to avoid Bendy at all cost, and then walk up another flight of steps, make a right, and open up his bedroom door, change into his pajamas, and hopefully die in his sleep.

EXQUISITE!

He opened his door and-

"Meowr."

"...Bendy…"

The demon looked up with bright sparkling eyes at the man. "Oh, hey Henry! You're back early."

Henry barely heard the demon's response, he was too busy looking at the fucking cat in the room.

"Uh huh, sounds great." He mumbled. The cat in question that Bendy was playing with was still a kitten, and yet that wasn't what Henry cared about, the thing was that the kitten still had a collar on, a bright gold colored one at that, as well as a small bell on it that tinkled every time it moved. As for its breed it was a Russian Blue. The blue-gray kitten seemed to sense the other presence in the room and turned its eerily, creepy eyes upon him.

"Mew."

"Well, say hi back, Henry!"

"...urk,...um, hi…" The man sheepishly waved.

The blue gray cat stumbled away from the demon's grasp and began waddling it's way towards the man. Tail held high it brushed up against him while letting out a series of soft purrs. Henry gulped, and had to contain himself to keep himself from pushing the kitty away, especially with Bendy just sitting there on the floor studying them closely.

It was creepy.

And this was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon after getting off from work...

But after feeling the strange kitten rub against his legs and the soft sound of giggling coming from Bendy who wrapped his arms around his midriff - or as close as he could get to it - Henry decided, maybe, this is what he had needed after all…

A/N: I love you all, and I am so fucking sorry for the extreme wait. Every time I mean to upload this I procrastinate. Not to mention I was in the wrong class for the first week of school so when I found which class I was supposed to be in via way of dear friend of mine who was in the same class, I had a lot of make up work to do.

This story is being continued! I swear, but high school is taking me for a spin right now, bit hopefully when Winter Break comes I can at least hope to not have any projects or homework or incomplete classwork to do at that time so I can work more on this beautiful story.