Hey so new chapter taking place during game play! Next one like this will more likely then not diverge from the gameplay seeing as chapter 3 isn't out for the game yet and I'm already dead set on what I'm doing for this.

Anyways Hope you enjoy!

Why… is it always… the head? Henry thought as his eyes slowly opened up. Everything hurt, mostly his head. As he woke he heard a voice, he couldn't completely make out what was being said and his vision was really blurry… but he could make out a black figure in white overalls in front of him.

Boris? Henry thought in his groggy state only for it to really hit him… that wasn't Boris's voice. The old animator's eyes widened as he finally took in just what was standing in front of him. A tall, lanky figure that dripped with ink with a ink stained mask of Bendy covering the face and a pair of overalls, just like Boris's pair, covered most of the legs that ended in large puddles instead of feet.

Henry was in too much shock to even speak. He recognized the ranting voice of the thing in front of him as well as the mannerisms right down to the dramatic flare in how it… no he, expressed himself.

Sammy Lawrence… Wait, what-

"Wait… Your face… it seems familiar…" It, no Sammy, leaned in. Practically drinking in the old animator's face. Henry pressed his back closer to the pole, which he was now just realizing he was tied up to, just to escape from the nightmare that was once a co-worker of his.

"Sam-" Henry started only to be cut off by the former music director.

"Not now. For our Lord is calling to us, my little sheep. The time for Sacrifice is at hand."

Sammy had backed off from the old animator as he seemed to now get lost with his own words.

"And then, I will finally be freed from this… prison. This inky… dark… abyss I call a body."

If Henry could see Sammy's face behind the mask he swore he would have seen the most hated glare as the ink covered man stared at his own hands.

"I… I don't-" Henry tried to start up, struggling a little with the ropes around him before the former music director held up his ink covered hand to the old animator's face.

"Shhh… Quiet! Listen!"

The sound of banging above started to sound, making Henry's already pounding heart feel like it was now trying to break out of his ribs like a jackhammer.

"I can hear him. Crawling above. Crawling!" Sammy laughed a little, clearly deranged in whatever the hell was going on here. The sound above sounded like it was getting louder and so to did Henry's heart beat. Sammy himself seemed to switch from his excited mannerisms to a more… professional one, though he was still shaking with joy.

"Let us begin. The ritual must be completed!" Sammy then turned to look Henry dead in the eye, freezing the old man in place.

"Soon he will hear me… he will set us free."

The former music director then turned and walked away through an open door. As soon as he was out of sight the old animator began to struggle with all his might just to get out.

Whoever this he is I don't want to meet him! I didn't survive a war just to be killed in some… some cult ritual! Henry thought as he continued to struggle against his binds, wishing he was just a few years younger so he could break out easier. He didn't pay attention to Sammy's voice from the speakers until a familiar name came from the raving man.

"Hear me, Bendy!"

Henry stopped his attempts in pure shock. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and his thumping heart dropped.

"... B-Bendy?"

N-No that… that can't be right. Bendy isn't like that… it… there's got to be some kind of mistake!

"I Summon you Ink Demon! Show your face and take this tender sheep!" Sammy called through the speakers only to be followed up quickly by what Henry could only describe as the sound of a monster growling out at the music director. He couldn't see what was going on, only the open gateway before him and the Axe not to far away.

"No! My Lord! Stay back! I am your prophet! I am you- AAAHHH!" Sammy's scream at the end made Henry's scared expression turn to one of pure horror, even more so from the squelching noise he heard through… the same noise that he would hear when he cut through one of the "Searchers" as he took to calling them.

Henry was frozen, even as the room shook. Memories from the war flashed up from hearing Sammy's cries. Memories of the people that had died by his hands or someone else's flashed before his own eyes that now stung with horrified tears. He barely noticed when the ropes that tied him up seemed to have been cut by something behind him until he nearly toppled face first to the ground.

That alone had snapped him out of it and with the room itself still shaking his fight or flight instincts kicked in and he rushed for the Axe, his mind to chaotic at the moment to even question just how he got out of the ropes.

"I need to get out of here!" he ended up exclaiming out loud as he rushed for the only open door with the Axe in hand. Adrenaline pushing his old body to go as fast as it could and even cutting through the few Searchers that attempted to attack him as he bolted. Not looking back once to even notice the small puddle of ink that was behind him… nor the fact that it followed him.

He used the axe to cut through most of the path only for it to break at the end of it and the old animator cursed his luck… but thankfully the room was no longer shaking… then again there was only one path he could take now and that lead through the largest amount of ink in one room he had seen so far.

Better then going back to…. To whatever was going on back there…. Henry was still in denial… he didn't want to believe that his little buddy… the very same toon demon he thought of as his own son was some sort of monster now. He moved forward for a little bit before something jumped out of the ink and he screamed.

There was no denying it now in his mind… that thing looked so much like his little buddy… albeit bigger and more demonic looking but there was no denying that infamous smile nor those horns and ragged white bow tie. Henry bolted down the… surprisingly now opened path to his left as fast as his muscles would push him, not questioning how the once closed off path had opened but also wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Henry ran straight through the door at the end of the hall and slammed it shut behind him, even going as far as to shove a large wooden block into the latches to prevent it from opening.

He backed away from the door as he heard that thing slamming into the door, trying to get in. The banging on the door soon stopped, but the loud beating of Henry's heart didn't at all. It was made worse when he felt his eyes watering up once again.

Bendy…

All the adrenaline in his veins started to fade away, leaving behind only the pain and fear he had. Henry practically collapsed onto the ground once his rush ended. Shock was starting to settle in as he really thought everything through.

Sammy… That thing… That couldn't have been… but Sammy… Oh god Sammy.

The man's screams echoed in Henry's head, causing the man's fists to unconsciously curl tightly into balls as they tried to grip something. His whole body shook and he was slowly getting lost in memories… until the sound of a can being kicked snapped him out of it.

"Who's there?!" He called out. He got no response for a bit and the old animator took a deep shaky breath, trying to calm himself down as he continued. "Show yourself… I know you're there…"

He was ready to accept his fate by that point in time… what he wasn't expecting was Boris to step out and tilt his head in curiosity while looking at the old animator, alive and well.

"Boris?" Henry was shocked… but also cautious now. After all everything down here so far seemed like they wanted to kill him so far… even Bendy. The old animator balled his hands into fists, ready to strike if needed.

"... Henry?" The curious look on the wolf's face slowly turned into a large excited expression as he recognized the old animator. Henry himself was stunned as the toon wolf rushed up to him and practically jumped on him, enveloping the man in an excited hug.

If Henry wasn't already in pain, the force would have hurt him a little… but since he was hurt already it was much worse for the old man. Didn't really help he wasn't as young as he used to be either.

"B-Boris…" Henry wheezed, internally happy that Boris wasn't trying to kill him like everything else. Though he could do without the pain in general.

"You're really here..." Boris smiled, nuzzling into Henry's ink stained shirt. The old animator swore he could feel a few small drops of cold ink from the tall toon's eyes drip through his shirt.

"H-Hurts… Boris…" Henry breathed, relieved that the toon wolf finally let go of him, but was also a little sad himself that it had to end… then again he's more then happy to see that Boris is alive and alright now.

"Sorry Hen… It's just… we missed you…" Boris looked down, a little upset at himself for hurting the animator, but perked right up when he felt a comforting hand get placed on his head.

"It's alright… I missed you guys too."

As the two began to have a moment neither of them noticed the Bendy cutout making itself peek out at them from the corner of the hall and then pulling back to it's former place quickly. A small pool of ink dripped off it and seemed to move itself away quickly into another direction of the building.