Stranded in Ink.

NOTES: Sorry this took so long to upload but it's my main focus for now.

Chapter 3

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…?

Henry was unsure about this. He knew Bendy was being serious judging by the tone of his voice…it had a hint of proudness to it. Bendy just kept his trademark smile wider than ever.

BENDY: Don't go anywhere. Wait right here. I'll bring them to you.

Bendy slowly turns and begins to walk out of the room. Henry was thrusting in the tied down chair.

HENRY: Did you kill them? (Bendy ignores him) DID YOU KILL THEM?

Again, Bendy ignored him and closed the door. Henry started to hyperventilate. These surroundings were still dripping and covered in ink. Henry tried to move but it was no use. He wasn't even close to having a hand free. He looked around but he was in the middle of the room and there wasn't anything remotely useful he can use…it was just a plain, old, ink-covered room. Now he started to panic but eventually controlled his breathing…Bendy had been gone for a while now and this just made Henry think some more. Mainly questions.

Where's the rest of the staff?

If…Bendy came alive then what other God-forsaken creation came out with him?

Why didn't anyone else stop Joey?

What the hell happened to Bertrum Piedmont? Surely, he wouldn't have approved of this, even if he was the creator of Bendy Land…

So many other questions and yet, all of them I don't have answers to.

Henry went back to thinking about poor old Bertrum. He had just finished the park before they were in deep trouble. For forty years, Bertrum enjoyed making and planning theme parks across the lands. He was hired as the architect, of course, to build the attractions at Bendy Hall at Joey Drew Studios. During his time at the Studios, Bertrum disliked working for Joey Drew, as he attempted to gain the rights to Bendy Land, even though Bertrum claimed it as his creation, and called him childish nicknames to ruin his repetition, such as Bertie, much to Bertrum's annoyance. Though, there were rumours that Bertrum had lost his mind…it wouldn't Henry if somehow that Bertum got caught up in all this…or worse, he's probably dead.

By this time Henry stops struggling and was just waiting for Bendy to come back, maybe try and put some sense into him.

Sense into a cartoon character? This was all to real and even now, Henry couldn't let it sink in. Just then he heard a noise…some squeaking, like a sound of a small wheel on a trolley. It was getting louder and louder and Henry knew this was Bendy coming back.

Bendy appeared, still with that crazy cartoon smile and pulling what looked like a board that had tiny wheels on it, it was definitely this causing the squeaking. Bendy moved the board, which was covered in a ink-stained cloth to the front of Henry. Henry started to breathe heavily again…it looked like blood was dripping down it. Something was under that cover but the shape wasn't recognisable.

HENRY: What the hell is that?

BENDY: Ya know, Henry, lots of people like a build-up for a surprise. You just wanna skip that! That's no fun.

HENRY: FOR GOD SAKE-

Bendy's appearance become fierce with slight rage, as his long arms made a grab of Henry's face and his ink-dripping hands covered his mouth, stopping Henry from speaking. Bendy squeezed Henry's face.

BENDY: BE PATIENT! (Calms down) Be patient, like I was. For 30 years! Of course, you don't know the meaning of patients, do you? Now, are you going to shut up?

Henry couldn't speak as he felt the ink slowly dripping in his mouth, the taste was horrible. He breathed through his nose and every exhale seemed to ripple in Bendy's watery like hands. Henry nodded but not making a sound.

BENDY: Good!

Bendy gently let of Henry's face and walked away. Henry tried breathing through his mouth but spat some ink out that made its way into his mouth. The bland taste was still lingering but not as bad this time. Henry then looked at the cloth covered board, it was still drenched in ink but was more worried about the blood that seemed to be dripping into the wooden floor. Then…he could've sworn he saw the cloth move…

Bendy came back, holding what appeared to be a massive jar, the size of a bowling ball but maybe slightly bigger and wider…but it was filled with ink. Bendy kept his smile, seemingly proud of what he was holding. Henry didn't want to know or ask what was in there. There was a strange silence…until Bendy broke the silence.

BENDY: Are you not curious to what's inside this jar? (Henry doesn't say a word) Now, I know I told ya to shut up but even you must want to know what's inside. (Again, Henry doesn't say a word) No…? (Smiles even wider) Then let me show you!

Without hesitation, Bendy turned the jar upside down and the ink splashed all over Henry's lap and legs but then felt a heavyweight that thumped him on the lap…as the ink dripped away, Henry gasped in horror…a severed head was staring back at him with his dead eyes and mouth wide open, the face of its last look on life before dying. Henry tried to jump away but as he was strapped down, he couldn't move but only to make the head roll off his lap and thudded wetly on the ink covered floor. Bendy started laughing.

BENDY: HAHA! Don't you recognize him, Henry? Don't you recognize who it is? It's only Sammy Lawrence, head of the Music Department. (Chuckles even more) He certainly is "head" now, isn't he?

HENRY: Jesus Christ!

BENDY: No, I didn't say that I said it's Sammy Lawrence.

Henry couldn't believe what he was seeing. The Bendy he had created wouldn't do this, this version was just unstable and crazy. Bendy just carried on laughing.

BENDY: But the show isn't over, folks. We haven't revealed our special guest yet. Yes, our main attraction. Drum roll, please. (There, of course, was no drum roll and Bendy went over the mysterious board and grabbed the cloth) Are you ready for this?

Henry still didn't respond; his shock was almost overwhelming him but he hesitantly turned his attention to the board…it only took a couple of guesses to know who was behind that cloth. Without further or do, Bendy pulled down the cloth…and Henry gasped even more, he guesses were right…

It was Joey Drew, strapped to the board.

NOTES: I'm gonna leave it there. Again, sorry it's taken so long, chapter four shouldn't take as long this time. Thank you for your patience's