Chapter 2
How Bendy became a demon.
A month had passed since Benjamin's birth, and Alice's death. And even though the family struggled, and the eldest children found jobs of their own to help out, it was still a home filled with love, even with the sense of loss hovering close. Allie and Stella would stay to care for Benjamin, with Henry's help of course, while the rest would go off to do any odd jobs that they could.
One day, Stella, overwhelmed with her new responsibilities and not wanting to take her frustrations out on the newest addition, asked Allie to take the baby out for a walk, which Henry was unaware of. Said child, now the age of five, looked all around the apartment for his younger brother as he wanted to show him something. After a while of wandering and looking under furniture Henry walked up to Stella.
The fifteen year old was hard at work trying to sow a hole in one of Clarence's pants, something she always found away out of doing when her mother tried to teach her. It was amazing the amount of regret the young women felt at that thought.
"Hey, Stell, where's Bendy?"
The young women paused in her self-imposed chore, secretly relieve at the distraction from her thoughts, to look at her brother in confusion, "Who?"
Henry did his best not to roll his eyes, because mama said that that was rude, "You know," he drawled in a tone that screamed 'how can you not know,' "the baby. Bendy."
Stella smiled, her dimples slightly showing, as she realized who he was talking about, "You mean Benjamin, Henry. Ben-ja-min."
Young Henry frowned in irritation, he didn't think he said anything funny, so why was his sister smiling? "...Bendy sounds better."
"Oh, does it now?" Stella asked, amused, as she went back to her sewing attempt. Hopefully the little droplets of blood that she kept leaving behind with each prick of her fingers wouldn't be noticed.
"Yes." Henry nodded, "It does. Where is he?"
The smile was still on her face as she answered, "Allie took him outside for a short walk. They should be back any minute now. What do you need Benja-" "Bendy!"
Stella threw her head back and laughed at the high pitched, persistent, interruption, "Alrighty then, Bendy it is. What do you need our little Bendy for?"
"I made him a picture, and I wanted to show him!" Henry proudly stated with a toothy grin.
Stella frowned a little bit, she knew that Henry tended to draw with ink and she worried how that would affect and infant like Benjamin.
"Now, now, you know he's too young to understand what it's about, right?"
Henry simply shrugged uncaringly,"Yes, ma'ma, but that don't mean he won't understand later."
The frown turned into a tiny smile, "I suppose so. But make sure it's dry, okay? We don't want Benja- Bendy to eat any ink, do we now?"
Henry looked horrified at the thought. Quick as a whip he dashed off to his room while hollering over his shoulder, "I'll go check!"
Once in his room Henry immediately went over the small chest he used as a desk. The paper he intended to gift to Bendy laying upon it, the blobs of ink still pooling and wet. Not suitable for little Bendy's hands.
The aspiring artists knelled and glared at his drawing, as if the act could quicken the drying process. Losing patience quickly Henry took a deep breath and blew on the paper, pushing some of the ink up.
The boy panicked quietly at that.
What once was a decent drawing of him and the baby now seemed to be of him and a tiny crawling demon with little horns. Hopefully no one would take that the wrong way, he didn't mean to make Bendy look like a demon. Honest! He just wanted to picture to dry.
Though, the longer he looked at it, it did look pretty cute.
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