Stranded in Ink.

NOTES: Again, please ignore the lore in the game, this is sorta my version and it's Henry who created Bendy.

This chapter will contain strong language.

CHAPTER 2

Smile, Henry.

That voice…sounded very familiar to Henry. It was a voice lost in time. A voice he hadn't heard for almost 30 years.

But Henry couldn't see anything and still he tried to struggle out of his binds but it was no use. The silence was eerie aside from a creepy chuckle and that weird sloshing sound. Just then, the lights came on.

This blinded Henry for a short while, his eye aching as he squinted, trying to get a better focus of his surroundings. As his eyes came into focus, he could tell he was in one of the large drawing rooms but it was abandon and boarded up, paper all over the place and desks rotting from years of decay…but the ink dripping from the rooms was new…where was it coming from? But more importantly where was the voice coming from he heard just now.

He tried to access his situation and looked down at this ink covered rope and yet strangely cartoony. Henry looked around again…but no one was here, only him.

HENRY: I…I know someone is there. Speak up! Talk to me…(No response) WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?

VOICE: Your sacrifice.

Henry turned his head to where he thought the voice was coming from but again nobody was there. Until he heard the loud sploshing, splashing sound…and then it appeared in front of him. Henry's eyes grew wide as this black liquid rise almost above him. The outline of a tall person was recognizable but something was odd about this figure. It's feet were like steel toe caps shoes, his hands wore gloves and the face…like it was melting, leaving only a smile and a curvy head, shaping out to be cartoonish horns. The figures smile dripped out ink as it began to speak.

FIGURE: Did you miss me, Henry? (Chuckles) Because I sure did…

HENRY: B…B-Bendy…?

BENDY: (Eyes glowed red) That's right! It's your chum, Bendy the devious, dancing devil. In the flesh! (Spits out ink) Well… more like ink but here nonetheless!

HENRY: Oh my God…what happen to you?

BENDY: What happened to me? What do you think happened to me…?

HENRY: I…I don't know, I…j-just…

BENDY: You never used to stutter, Henry! Is my appearance making you nervous?

HENRY: I…I just c-can't believe you're here…your real!

BENDY: Your right, Henry, your absolutely right. I'm here. Your creation, alive and well. (Shrugs) Well, to say the least.

HENRY: (Shaking) My God…it…it worked, it actually worked…

BENDY: Your damn right it worked. And for what purpose?

HENRY: I…

BENDY: Why, Henry? Why did you do this to me?

HENRY: It was just…(Lost for words)

BENDY: All of you did this to me! You created a monster and you got a monster. Look at me, Henry. (Henry just stares at the floor, not believing what he was seeing) LOOK AT ME!

This startled Henry as he looked at Bendy. He took another glance at his creation but not the one he created for kids and children alike to adore, this was an inky monster, with its leaking face near to similarities. Bendy's smile turned upside down to disappointment.

BENDY: You…you all did this to me.

HENRY: I…I didn't think it'd work…I didn't believe…

BENDY: Well, believe it now, Henry! How do I look? Am I what you wanted? Am I what you envisioned?

HENRY: Joey…h-he-

BENDY: (Interrupting) Went through with it, yes! (Angry) But…you were there as well, along with Sammy!

HENRY: I…I didn't want this…

BENDY: And yet, it still happened, Henry! IT STILL HAPPENED! 30 YEARS LEFT IN THE DARK! 30 YEARS OF BEING ALONE!

HENRY: If I'd had known, I…

BENDY: Why, Henry, why? TELL ME!

HENRY: (Gets a little teary-eyed) We…we were on the verge of closure. Only my…(Corrects himself)…only you, were keeping the studio a drift but…it…it wasn't enough. The other studio with the…mouse was making the money and picture deals. We were losing out. The studio…j-just wasn't making the profit it needed. I…tried to help keep the studio afloat but…money was draining, it was no use. Until…Joey, had an idea…(Trails off)

BENDY: Well?

HENRY: (Chuckles nervously) Ha. It was a bizarre idea, a stupid idea. It…just seemed desperate and yet…d-dangerous. Joey, wanted to…bring you alive…

30 YEARS AGO.

The studio was bright and looked brand new compared to its decaying future. Posters were almost covering the wall with updated cartoons along with Bendy and his chums, Boris and Angel but times got hard when trying to create a cartoon one after the other. Times were getting tough and the competition with Waltz's studio wasn't in comparison when it came to money. The Drew studio was losing out, finically, it couldn't keep up the demands or the popularity of the other studio. The Drew studio was as good as busted.

A young Henry sat at his desk, slumped in his chair looking into space. His drawing desk was full of his drawings, mostly of Bendy, the one that kids used to love but no longer. It seemed he was in the middle of an animated process but it was pointless to continue. Next to his drawings was a notice of closure unless they could come up with ten thousand dollars, which was a lot for its time…even the studio couldn't produce that anymore. Henry loved drawing and animation, he dedicated his young life doing it…but now it was pretty much over. However, he received a notice to join the army…it seemed to be the only choice in his life now, one he was going to, no, had to take. Henry didn't want to do it but what choice did he have…? None.

He started packing his things away, putting his pencils and pens away…but while doing so, he accidently knocked an unopened ink bottle and it splashed all over his drawings.

HENRY: Shit!

Henry pulled away some of his drawings but it was to late, the ink poured all over his creation. The ink dripping everywhere as he tried to save some of his pictures. He then sighed…

HENRY: (Sighs sadly) What's the point…?

He then screwed up the pieces of paper, some of the ink dripping on his hands but he didn't care. He didn't even aim for the bin and just dropped them on the floor. He then carried on packing his things away. Just then there was a knock on the door. Henry wanted to ignore it but figured it would be better to give an acknowledgement.

HENRY: It's open.

The door opens and walks in Sammy, wearing his brown trousers that what braces over his shoulders, wearing a white shirt with a loosened-up tie. He seemed excited.

SAMMY: Henry!?

HENRY: What do you want, Sammy.

SAMMY: Didn't you get the memo?

HENRY: (Shakes his head slightly, it seemed pointless getting one) I did, Sam but…

SAMMY: Well, Joey's waiting for you!

HENRY: Look, I'm not interested.

SAMMY: But…this could save the company.

HENRY: (Head in his hands and rubs his face) Oh, for God sake, Sam, it's too late for this!

SAMMY: But this could work.

HENRY: (Chuckles) We need ten thousand dollars in three days, unless you're planning a bank robbery, in which case, count me out…then otherwise, well…count me out.

SAMMY: (Sighs) He needs you, Henry. He won't do this without you.

HENRY: (Annoyed) Why, why does he need me?

SAMMY: It's your creation, Henry. He needs you there! (A little frustrated) Aren't you pissed off with this, this closure that's happening? This is your creation and your just gonna pack your bags and leave? That, my friend, is giving up.

HENRY: Yeah, well, that's life.

SAMMY: Look, just…just go see him, it could be our last chance to save this studio. Just give him a couple minutes of your time.

HENRY: I've be recruited to the army, so-

SAMMY: (Interrupting) Just…give him a few minutes of your time. If you don't like it then…well, you know, leave if you have to…

Henry just tilted his head at Sammy and thought about this for a few seconds…at the end of the day Joey gave him this job, so it was probably the least he could do, even if this was all pointless. Henry swivelled in his chair a little and clap his hands on his legs, signalling he'll go see what Joey's idea was.

HENRY: Okay, okay. Fine. Let's go.

Sammy smiled as he held the door open for Henry and they both exited.

It was a few corridors down and it eventually led to Joey Drews office. Sammy knocked on the door and could easily hear "Come in" from Joey. They entered the office.

SAMMY: He's here.

JOEY: Ah, good. We can start then.

HENRY: So, what's this all about an ide-(His words drop dead)

Sammy walked over to Joey's side…as Henry was lost for words. The room was dark and was only illuminated by a few candles but it was what was drawn on the floor that caught Henry's attention. It was a pentagram, painted on the floor by ink and several candles around it. Joey had covered himself in ink, his clothes all drenched and Sammy was about to do the same, smearing some ink over his face.

HENRY: What the hell is going on?

JOEY: We're gonna bring him to life, Henry. We're gonna save this studio…

HENRY: Bring who to life?

JOEY: Who do think? Bendy, your creation. We're gonna make him real. We're gonna make something that kids can watch and touch. Their hero, the devil, alive!

Henry didn't know what to say, he was shocked by all this and thought this was all a joke. He looks over to Sammy who seemed to be convinced by Joey's idea. Joey continued to smear himself with the ink, grabbing another ink bottle.

HENRY: Have you gone completely fucking insane, Joey! What is this?

JOEY: (Puzzled) What does it look like. We're gonna bring Bendy to life.

HENRY: You've lost it! (Taps his head) You've lost it up here, Joey! (Points at the floor) Do you know what this is?

JOEY: Yes, Henry. It's a gateway to saving this studio!

HENRY: This…this is an occult, an occult to the devil himself.

JOEY: Why, yes. Bendy is the devil, you know.

HENRY: (To Sammy) And your taking part in this?

SAMMY: It's a chance, Henry. It's our last chance to keep this studio alive.

HENRY: Your both crazy. I won't be a part of this!

Sammy then quickly runs to the door, pushing Henry out of the way, closing the door and locking it. He then stands in front of Henry.

HENRY: What are you doing?

JOEY: Henry, we need you. We can't do this without you!

HENRY: No! This is insane! You've both lost the plot. Do you really think this will work? This…isn't natural. You're dealing with things that shouldn't be dealt with.

JOEY: I'm sorry, Henry. I can't let you leave. (Goes to his draw and pulls out a gun and points it at Henry) This is the only way now…I…I don't want to lose this studio.

HENRY: Oh, right, your gonna shoot me now?

JOEY: If it comes down to it…

HENRY: What happened to you, Joey?

JOEY: I just got real, reality kicked in.

SAMMY: Don't you want the studio to be saved?

HENRY: Of course, I do! More than anything…(Shakes his head)…but…not like this.

JOEY: Henry…if this doesn't work, then…I…I don't know what I'll do…

Henry sighs, making it was the unpredictability of Joey pulling the trigger that made him want to stay or laughing at his co-workers and watching them make fools of themselves. Eventually, he nodded his.

HENRY: Okay…okay, I'll stay. But put the gun down.

JOEY: (He does so) Thank you, Henry, you won't regret this.

HENRY: Not like I had a choice.

Henry still didn't want to do any chanting, so he sat on one side of the pentagram and watched Joey and Sammy do a ritual. They chanted Bendy's name and hummed. Henry felt a little uncomfortable but actually was a little intrigued…it was like they planned this for a while. Joey and Sammy poured more ink over themselves and made Henry a little weirded out. The other two had been chanting for several minutes and got louder and louder…

Just then…the room went a little dark as the candles dimmed and flickered. The room started to shake. Henry stayed in his chair but sitting upright now…but Joey and Sammy didn't flinch. The pentagram then started to spit out ink and drenched the room.

JOEY: ARISE, BENDY! ARISE! LIVE! LIVE BENDY! ARISE AND LIVE!

The room stopped shaking violently to a sudden halt…paper was falling from the desks and ink was dripping almost everywhere. Henry couldn't believe what had happened. There was silence for a few seconds.

SAMMY: Did it work…?

Just then, a loud machinery noise started chugging. It could easily be heard from down the corridor…even with the door closed.

SAMMY: That's…the ink machine…

JOEY: He's…(smiles wildly)…he's here.

Joey and Sammy stood up. Joey unlocked the door and exited the room and Sammy followed. Henry just stayed in his chair a little dumbstruck. The machine just carried on chugging…and just then…he heard a faint whisper, near his ear.

Thank you.

HENRY: (Shot up from his chair) Oh God! The hell was that?

He looked around and nobody was there.

You're my creator. Thank you. Thank you, Henry.

HENRY: (Looks around) Who are you? Who's…?

It's me! Your devious dancing devil…

HENRY: (Laughs) This is a joke…

Henry couldn't take anymore and walks out of the office scared.

No…p-please don't leave me…

Henry starts to run.

H-Henry…no, d-don't go…

Henry runs to his office and grabs his things quickly. He then runs down the corridor, heading to the exit and could also hear his co-workers shouting but choosing to ignore them.

SAMMY: IT'S WORKED!

JOEY: Wait…wait, this isn't-

SAMMY: Oh God…OH GOD!

JOEY: HELP! ACK! IT'S T-TEARING ME APART!

SAMMY: OH MY GOD!

By this time, Henry was out of the door.

The memory fades and we are back to the present.

Henry starts to produce a tear in his eye but Bendy ignores this.

BENDY: YOU LEFT ME TO ROT! HOW COULD YOU?

HENRY: (Ignoring being shouted at) What…what did you do to them…? Joey and Sammy, what did you do to them?

BENDY: (Scoffs) I acted like any devil would. I gave them their comeuppance. (Smiles) Do you want to see them…?

…

NOTES: That's it for this chapter. Sorry it seemed rushed, I wanted it done before I go on holiday. So, I'll have the next chapter in a few weeks time.