Welp here's the newest Drabble and yeah the ones that take place during the game I'm thinking about titling them with "Present Day" just to keep them in order. Plus it's a little fun for me to work on how Henry thinks in these ones and kinda build up more of a character for him. I mean it's kinda important to the story, cuz right now in the actual game Henry doesn't really got much to work off of... so it's free game!

Anyways hope you enjoy this new one!

"Alright Joey I'm here… what did you want to show me?" Henry called out, slightly annoyed. He hadn't been back to this studio in thirty years… not since he got drafted for the war. When he came back, nothing felt the same anymore… he couldn't even bare to come back here, not with the blood on his hands. Sure he kept in contact with Joey up until eighteen years ago, but they lost touch and the last thing Joey wrote him seemed like his old friend and boss was losing his mind. He had also seemed to avoid talking about the Studio or the Main Cast when Henry had originally returned from the war… so he was seeing how the studio was now with fresh eyes.

The biggest thing Henry noticed was the ink dripping from the ceiling as well as what looked like a few pipes poking through the walls.

Those weren't here before… And when did the studio get so much ink? Henry thought to himself as he wandered through the hall… but paused when he saw a familiar path. Taking it he found himself in front of his old work desk. A doodle of a surprisingly adorable bendy head was on there along with an inkwell with a pen near it, assortment of papers scattered around the table, on the floor… and near a Bendy cut out next to the desk.

"Now little buddy, that wasn't very nice. You know how Wally is with keeping things organized," Henry chuckled as he spoke to the cutout as if it was the toon himself. His heart sank a little though with guilt at that thought… after all he did kinda abandon them.

I guess an apology is long overdue by now… Henry thought as he stared at the cut out of the toon demon. Thinking it over for a bit Henry found himself sitting down in his old chair, the uncomfortable wood not agreeing with his back but still he found himself picking up the pen and one of the blank papers and began to work.

He may have been thirty years rusty, and his hands weren't as nimble as they used to be, but he did good work if he said so himself. It was a simple picture of the main three cast all around a table with a cake that had the word "Sorry" on it. His line work was a little sloppy and he was pretty sure he might have messed a few things up, but still he felt proud about how it turned out with how rusty he was.

They always did enjoy one of my "off work" drawings when we weren't having a dance session, Henry thought fondly as he held the picture up, waiting for the ink to dry as he left his old corner of the world one more time and went back to work on finding Joey… or whatever it was his old boss wanted him to see. When the ink on the page dried enough Henry folded it up carefully and slipped it into one of his pockets and kept his search up.

During his walk he paused at the large inked writing on the wall that read "Dreams Come True" and stared at it curiously for a moment.

Did Bendy write this? No it's to high up and evenly lined… Boris maybe? Nah, he would have felt to guilty and would have cleaned it up after the first letter. Alice wouldn't write on the walls in general… Who wrote this then? Henry pondered as he adjusted his spectacles a bit. He shook it off rather quick though and continued on his merry way.

Finally he came across a large machine that had "Ink" written on the cylinder part that may have been a holder of some kind.

"...This must be the Ink Machine."

It only made sense after all. There were so many pipes everywhere and so much ink dripping from the ceiling this must have either been the source… or it might be able to stop the ink flow long enough for him to NOT hear the constant drips of the ink from above to the wooden floor below.

"Wonder how you turn it on?" He pondered out loud after looking the whole machine over and seeing no "On" switch. He turned his gaze to the Bendy cut out in the room that seemed to be staring right at the machine… or was it him? He couldn't tell.

"You have any ideas little buddy?"

Silence was his only answer and Henry sighed quietly to himself. Clearly he wasn't going to get anything from being in this room… maybe he could get some answers from another room?

With that in mind Henry once again began to wander the halls hoping to find some kind of clue, or even the faintest sign of life. He got startled when a board fell from the ceiling in front of him.

That gave me a spook… Joey really hasn't been taking care of this place… wait does Joey even own the studio anymore? Henry thought as he tried to get his heart rate to lower. Once his heart rate returned to normal, he took a right from where the board fell, not really paying any attention to the left hallway and found himself in the old break room… that seemed to have a large lever on the furthest wall and six pedestals, each with a symbol on them.

"What does any of this have to do with breaks?" Henry muttered out loud and found a note near the lever. It was instructions on how to activate the machine, written in Joey's handwriting.

Leave it to Joey to make turning a simple thing on into a fetch quest. Henry thought with an annoyed glare at the paper before placing it back where he found it and set off to begin his search… only to get surprised by a cut out Bendy standing right where the board had fallen earlier.

"Who put this here?"

Glancing around to find a culprit Henry found nothing… well except for a horrific sight in the room just down the left hallway he avoided.

"Oh my god…"

Scooting around the cut out quickly, the old animator rushed as fast as his old legs would allow him to the room and in front of the table… the table that held a cut open Boris the wolf. Henry's heart pounded and horror was etched into his face as he stared at the poor toon.

"Joey…. What have you done?"

Horror soon faded into a festering anger. Boris would have never done anything wrong. The big guy was like a loveable puppy. Heck he was based on a dog Henry once owned back when he and Joey were kids.

His body still shaking, Henry slowly went up to the poor toon wolf. Flashes of moments from the war coming to mind as he looked into the gaping chest wound with ink instead of blood dripping out of it and onto the binds that held him to the table. The old animator tried to take the binds off, after all his body shouldn't be left up here on display it should be respected and buried... but they wouldn't budge an inch.

Henry cursed and finally let go and stared with sad eyes at the toon Wolf. Boris didn't deserve a fate like that… and he couldn't help, him… just like how he couldn't help one of his War buddies.

Tears started to fall down Henry's face. Both from how useless he felt and also from the amount of anger he had towards Joey. Was this what Joey wanted him to see? If so he was going to take the wrench from the Ink Machine room and beat him senseless with it… Wait.

When the Cast would get hurt they healed quickly with more ink… This table seems to be connected to one of the ink pipes… would… would that revive Boris? Henry thought as he wiped some of the tears from his face. Taking one more glance to the toon he knew he had to give this idea a try. He just needed to gather the items from the pictures.

"Hang in there Boris…" Henry muttered and immediately began to look around the room for any of the items he would need. Briefly reading the words "Who's Laughing Now?" and feeling his anger bubbling again from those words, but focused more on his task at hand.

Hurrying from room to room, Henry had found all six items eventually and brought them all to their proper pedestals in the Break Room. He was about to pull the lever when he saw the flashing "Low Flow" on the screen next to it… did that mean he had to turn it on in a different room?

Wait the Projector Room! Henry remembered and hurried out of the hall, barely remembering that a Bendy Cut out was once in the hall but was now gone along with the board that held it up. If he paused to properly think about that he would have found it weird… but he didn't. He was a man on a mission, and nothing was going to stop him from saving one of his friends.

Well except the Bendy cutout that popped out startling him as it popped out from behind the corner to the projector room. He cautiously approached after that and saw it just leaning up against the wall… with no sign of life that had moved it anywhere to be seen. It was around then something clicked in Henry's mind.

"... Bendy? Is… is this what Joey did to you?" he asked with a cautious gaze at the cut out. No movement… no sign of life came from it and Henry felt his heart sink a little.

"... Guess that's to much of a stretch anyways…" Henry sighed and went into the projector room. The minute he stepped in though an animation of the toon demon appeared through the projector booth and played on the wall, accompanied by music that once again startled the old animator.

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed once it happened and hurried to the other side of the booth to go in and see who was messing with him… only to find no doorway but a button that said "Flow" instead. It had to have been the button he was looking for… but Henry was starting to get uncomfortable in the old studio. He hesitated in pushing the button for a moment, glancing towards the looped animation playing for a moment.

As he did a few memories of the happier times he had with the main cast came to mind. The games he would play with them, the more active ones being taken up by Boris the most. The "Saturday Swing Sessions" Bendy practically invented from the first week he bought the record player. The late nights he choose to stay there, just to comfort the toons and tell them a few stories about the outside world… the Holidays they spent…

As those memories played in his mind the horrific image of Boris's body came up as well as possible scenarios on what happened to the others… each one more horrible than the last. It was more than enough to help him make up his mind and push the button.

If ink gave them life before… I damn well hope it can do it again. Henry thought with a determined expression gracing his face as he walked out of the room. He did pause by the cut out again and more so out of the need of wanting to feel some form of comfort by this point then anything else… he reached out and patted the head of the cut out.

"I'm sorry it took so long little buddy…"

It didn't feel completely right… but it was enough to settle his nerves a little before going through the halls back to the break room.

Whatever Joey did to you guys, I swear I'll try to fix it… and kick Joey's ass if I see him again.

Psst just a heads up... the next one is gonna be more fluff like the first drabble. I'll update when I get time to.