Kitten: How are you all doing today? *Smiles*
Bendy: *Grumbles* Terrible...
Kitten: *Glares at him* Bendy! Don't get mad at me just because you didn't get to kill Henry!
Bendy: Why!? Your the one who wrote that he got away!
Kitten: I wasn't ready for him to die yet!
Bendy: I was!
Henry: Ugh... can we please just on with the disclaimer?
Bendy & Kitten: *Glares at each other and turns away* NO!
Henry: Oh my God... fine! I'll do it!
Henry: Disclaimer: AngelKitten112478 does not own BATIM.
Henry: Please enjoy, you guys. *Whispers at end* And please... help!
~Chapter 2-Rest your head~
Henry groaned, slowly opening his eyes, his vision blurry. He grunted as he sat up and shakily stood up, rubbing his head. There was dry blood on the side of his head and his wound was still open, slightly pouring out blood still, but he was too focused on other things to notice.
Henry let out a heavy sigh,"Great... now I'm even more lost in this hell hole..." He grumbled. "Well, I guess I can try to find a way out from down here..."
The boy grabbed his axe and continued on, creating new paths with his tool. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about what Bendy said. So... Joey and Boris were really dead? He still found it very hard to believe but... it was unbelievable yet hard to not believe at the same time... if that made any sense whatsoever.
He winced at the sight once he reached a certain room. Written in ink, spelt out in big bold letters it read;
HE WILL SET US FREE
"What the heck...? Who could've written that...?" Henry wondered out loud. He could tell that it was a human who wrote it, as a "evil" little ink demon such as Bendy himself wouldn't be able to write like how it was on the wall. The only explanation was that there was someone else besides him down here. But out of all messages to write, why write one like this?
As Henry looked down, he noticed that there were some bowls of ink that had some bones in them. The bones weren't floating, they were still as statues. The brunette thought that they were fake and reached out to touch them, but as he did, his heart sank and he felt his stomach plummet.
He slowly backed up from the bowls, an expression of pure horror on his face. Those... weren't fake. They were real.
Henry felt like he was going to throw up.
The young man didn't know why, but he had a feeling that the person who wrote that creepy message on the wall is the same one who put those bowls of bones out and all of those plastic boards of Bendy, because he knew those weren't there before he left. Along with the messages on the walls.
How did this place get so big, anyways? It was like a giant maze!
"He appears from the shadows," Came a deep voice.
Henry jumped, startled and looked around only to see nobody.
As the talking continued, he followed the source of the voice.
Much to both Henry's relief and surprise, the voice had come from an old cassette. He stood there and decided to listen. Maybe that person could help him with what they were saying.
By the end of the recording, Henry was horrified, not to mention disgusted. Bendy? A savior?
/More of a little devil brat if you ask me...\\ Henry thought with a scowl. Bendy was a lot of things, but... a quote "savior" wasn't one of them. And apparently, this "Sammy Lawrence" guy, he worshiped Bendy like, like some kind of God or something! As if Bendy's really going to save him.
A dangerous demon like Bendy wouldn't save a fly.
Henry suddenly froze as he felt a ink like hand grab his shoulder rather roughly.
"Are you deaf, boy?" The person whispered. "I said, can I get an Amen?"
His eyes widened and he spun around with his axe, swinging it at nothing.
Henry's heart pounded before he took a deep breath and face palmed himself. "Idiot..." He said under his breath. "Being Trapped in this workshop is making you go crazy! Just calm down, don't be such a baby, find a way out, and everything will be just fine." He assured himself before continuing his walk through the maze and turning the corner.
"Ugh, that's nasty!" Henry exclaimed in disgust in annoyance as he realized that he just stepped in a pool of ink. Yet he trudged through it. Surprisingly, it was deep like snow almost. "Really, Bendy...?"
"...Rest your head... rest your head..." Came a familiar voice and Henry's head shot up to see a dark figure walking by on the other side.
"What...?" The man said with a perplexed look as he walked even faster through the pool of ink, and stepped onto the wooden floor on the other side. He looked around the corner only to find the strange man gone.
Henry matched the voice up from earlier to this man's voice and mumbled,"Could Sammy really still be wandering around this place?"
/Well...\\ He thought,/I could try to find him, I mean... if he really is still here like I think he is, then... that means that he's been here for a long time... so he would probably would know the way out of here!\\
The young boy thought his theory over carefully. It was quite a risk. Considering the recording he heard earlier, Sammy sounded like a... well, not really a freak. More of a nutcase.
Still, Henry didn't have that many options. It was either get out of this hell studio or probably end up dead, like Joey & Boris.
He wiped at his watering eyes with the back of his hand and sighed before pressing on.
"Huh." Henry said as he reached the gate. "Looks like I have to open this silly gate to get to the other side of the workshop," He then shrugged casually,"No big deal. I saw a few switches on my way over here. I'll just go turn em on real quick" With that, he turned and walked off.
The brown haired boy held back a gasp as he walked through the gateway and over to the doorway where wooden planks blocked the entryway as he saw a light flick on and a low rumble.
He gulped before swinging at the planks with his axe and waking through.
"Alright, now, where am I...?" Henry asked himself, looking all around him at his new surroundings.
"Wait, this is the Music Department, isn't it?" He said, beginning to recognize everything.
He chuckled bitterly,"Man, I haven't been here in so long, it feels like centuries since I've last visited..."
As he explored the department, a old memory returned to him.
He remembered sitting down in those chairs in front of the stage with Joey, Harmony, and a few other friends and family members. He clearly recalled having quite a few concerts here just for fun. Joey's kid cousin and his friends were in orchestra, so they played some pretty cool instruments, and man... did they play amazing.
Henry played tons of instruments like a pro, too. While he was growing up, his dad was still pretty young, so he had his own band for quite a while. His father invited Henry and his friends to watch his band practice, and go out to his band's concerts late at night. ...Henry went without telling his mom, and Joey & Harmony went without telling their parents, of course.
And Henry's mom, she knowed how to play piano, and she sang in the church choir every Sunday that he went with his dad and friends. Henry's dad always told him that his mother had a beautiful voice, and personally, Henry agreed.
Wow, did he miss having visits with his parents now and then. He loved them, it's just they grew apart when he got too caught up in work with the job he had and everything. When he leaves, he plans on reconciling with them.
He let out a huff as he realized that he reached Sammy Lawrence's office, but of course, he wasn't in there. Not only that, but there was a terrible leak blocking the door, so he couldn't get in if he wanted to. Not to mention his jeans were already soaked with ink as much as it is.
Henry soon decided to go around another way, bumping into another cassette of Sammy's voice in the process. He learned that in order to open his quote "sanctuary" he has to play the banjo twice and the violin the same amount of times after turning on the movie. He didn't like the sound of that, but he supposed that opening Sammy's sanctuary was the only way that he would actually find Sammy.
"Here we go..." Henry huffed, switching on the movie after he trudged up the big staircase.
After playing the instructed instruments, the sanctuary opened up and Henry immediately entered. The big letters read, 'Ink Flow'. Henry took a deep breath before turning the wheel with a grunt. He then traveled to where the Pump Control was in Sammy's office, and pulled down the lever.
"I think I'm done," Henry chuckled. "Now the only thing to do is...huh? What's this?"
The boy turned to the desk that had black blue prints on it. Looking it over, Henry realized exactly what it was. "Must be some prints for creating that stupid ink machine... dang... Sammy, why'd you put so much effort in such a dangerous thing like that?"
He left the room to continue the search for the crazy man.
Just as Henry turned the corner, time slowed as he felt himself be hit in the back of the head roughly. He let out a grunt as he fell to the ground, his axe making a clattering sound as it hit the floor.
...
Big blue eyes opened up to reveal a very blurry room.
As Henry came to his senses, his heart pounded and he looked down to see himself tied up tight in a chair. He let out grunts as he tried hard to get out, but no avail.
A chuckle filled the air,"Awake, are you?"
Henry's eyes dilated in horror when he looked up to see a man with a ink like body walking toward him. He couldn't tell the man's expression due to a board of the head of Bendy over his face.
"S-S-Sammy L-L-Lawrence?" Henry stammered, not able to believe it.
"Oh, so you remember my name! What a good boy you are," Sammy snickered; Henry glared at him.
"Let me go, Sammy," He growled, but Sammy only shook his head.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, kiddo. You see... I have some future... plans, if you will... for you."
Henry suddenly let out a loud hiss of pain, wincing. Damn, why does it hurt so much around his neck!?
"Sorry.." Sammy said, pretending to sound sympathetic. "Is that gash on the back of your neck giving you a hard time? Don't worry. It's not that deep. Yet..." He laughed wickedly.
"Y-You," Henry whispered lowly, seething with rage,"You left those clues behind on purpose, didn't you!? Your plan was to lure me to where you were..."
"And... it worked, didn't it?" Sammy asked, and behind that mask, Henry knew that he was smirking.
"Your insane!" Henry spat. "Seeing Bendy as your "Savior", thinking he'll rescue you from that disgusting, pathetic body! You... You think he'll protect you, don't you?"
"And he will!" Sammy protested. "Bendy will set us all free! He'll-"
"DAMNIT, SAMMY!" Henry yelled,"Bendy won't save anyone! Don't you get it!? He's too blind by his own rage to see anybody as someone who's good anymore! All he wants to do is destroy and kill! Why can't you understand that?! He'll betray and kill you, too! Wake up already!"
Sammy only stood, unmoved by the younger man's words. "That's enough from you." He said lowly, no longer sounding like himself. He began walking off. "...It's time for the sacrifice. It's time for Bendy to recognize his top believer."
The man walked into the room, slamming the door behind.
Henry groaned in pain. His neck hurt so much. He needed to get out of here, but how? His axe was too far away, and he was unable to reach it! Nobody was coming to save him. Was this... Was this really the end?
Henry closed his eyes and swallowed hard as he heard Sammy over the intercom, summoning Bendy.
If this was the end, then he was ready.
After a few seconds, his eyes snapped open to hear Sammy screaming no to Bendy, and then it all went silent, except for rummaging sounds from Bendy getting closer.
He grunted as he made himself fall over in the chair and he scooted close to his axe on the floor.
...On second thought, maybe he's not quite ready yet!
Henry panted as he ran away from Bendy, this time the demon not on his tail.
He ran inside of a room and slammed the door behind, breathing heavily. After a few seconds, his eyes snapped open to hear Sammy screaming no to Bendy, and then it all went silent, except for rummaging sounds from Bendy getting closer.
He grunted as he made himself fall over in the chair and he scooted close to his axe on the floor.
...On second thought, maybe he's not quite ready yet!
Henry panted as he ran away from Bendy, this time the demon not on his tail.
He ran inside of a room and slammed the door behind, breathing heavily. After he caught his breath, he took a few steps forward, his walking slow and heavy.
Henry weakly jumped when he noticed a can of the bacon soup roll against the wall.
"Who's there?" Henry called out, despite how weak he was feeling.
His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when he saw a familiar Wolf walk out shyly.
"...Hey, Henry," He said with a small smile, waving nervously. "Long time no see."
"...B-Boris..." Henry uttered, his head beginning to feel heavy. "...It's...really...you..."
Boris's eyes widened as Henry fell to the floor and he rushed over, kneeling down.
"Henry! Henry!?" Boris exclaimed, shaking the artist who created him.
Much to his horror, he saw a gash in Henry's neck and it was pouring out blood pretty bad. He also noticed a deep scratch on the side of his head that was bleeding as well.
Boris jumped when he heard someone throwing themself against the door, trying to knock it over.
"Oh, Henry~" Bendy hummed in a dark voice on the other side. "Come out, Come out, wherever you are!"
Bendy chuckled. "Come on, Henry!" He said in a demonic voice. "Get out here so I can kill ya! Don't worry! It'll be slow and painful!"
"...OKAY, HENRY! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE!"
The wolf winced as Bendy continued to throw himself against the door. He looked back down at Henry.
"Oh no..." He mumbled,"What do I do...?"