Benry angst/childhood trauma requested by @Fukuro135
Warning: kinda sensitive content for traumatic memories.
Bendy's Pov:
Something was bothering Henry lately, I could tell. He was good at hiding his emotions, but I just knew something was wrong. After further inspection, it seemed as though any time someone mentioned anything about their fathers, he looked away or became awkward and uncomfortable.
Maybe I should ask him if he was okay. Whenever I'm sad he makes sure I'm okay, so I'll do the same for him. I found him working silently in his office hunched over his desk and drawing.
"Hiya Henry!" I called as I walked into the room. The animator sat straight and turned his head to look at me, a small smile over his face.
"Hey, Bendy." He responded. I climbed into his lap to see what he was drawing. It appeared he was working on a cartoon with Alice and Boris in it.
"Hey uh, Henry?" I started, fiddling with my tail. "I've been meanin ta ask...is somethin botherin ya lately?" I looked up at him.
"I-no. Nothings bothering me at all." Henry said, starting to scratch his pen against his paper more roughly. I could tell he was lying.
"Well ya just kinda seem off, like any time anyone mentions..." I hesitated, not knowing if I should mention it or not. Maybe I should. "Fathers." I finished my sentence and saw Henry stiffen.
"Ah, I knew it, there is somethin wrong!" I said. Henry glanced at me before letting out a long sigh.
"Look, it doesn't matter, okay? Can we please just drop the subject?" Henry pleaded, looking at me weird.
"No way Hen, you never let me 'drop the subject' whenever I'm sad." I retorted, standing up and staring dead into Henry's eyes, hands on my hips.
"Bendy, it's fine. This is a different kind of problem, one that nobody can fix." Henry said, patting me on the head.
I slumped. I had to get it out of Henry one way or another. "But wouldn't it feel better to get it off yer chest?" I tried persuading him. Henry kinda shrugged and shook his head at the same time.
"Well, if it makes ya feel any better, sometimes I'm sad because I never had a mom or dad, and also if you don't tell me, I'm going to use Joey's tactics and blackmail ya." I grinned slightly.
Henry let out a small huff of laughter. "Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that, ink boy?" He asked.
I crossed my arms and stood straight as I could, tail swishing behind my legs. "I'm gonna tell everyone ya have daddy issues if ya don't." I said.
Henry let out somewhat of a pained laugh. "What? Ya do this to me anytime I'm sad, so there's no way you're gettin away with it, Stein." I said, poking a finger into Henry's chest.
"Okay fine, if it'll make you stop asking." Henry said with a small smile at me. His smile suddenly faded and he took a breath.
"When I was a kid my dad hated me and my sister, so he used to beat me and my sister up. We were kids and he was a full grown man so you can guess how that went. I would always hide my sister so he couldn't get her when he came home drunk.
I gained a lot of mental and physical scars from those days. After I was old enough to move out, I took my sister with me. In all my entire life I never told a soul what had happened, afraid of what they'd do or say.
And now that I'm older and he's dead from fighting a gang, He never did get to go rot in a jail cell like he deserved and it's my fault for never telling anyone before it was too late." Henry finished talking.
I stared blankly at his watery eyes as my brain processed this. I just decided to give him a tight hug before saying anything. "That's kinda like what Joey did to me when I was first created, and Y'know what ya told me when I told that to ya?" I held his face in my hands and looked at him.
"Ya said that it doesn't matter what some people think of ya or did to ya, because there's a buncha people who love ya and would do anything for ya." I quoted the man, making him lightly laugh even though his face was tear stained.
"You go around this place helpin everyone all the time Hen, do ya really think we wouldn't do the same for ya? Not including Joey and Bertrum, everyone here is like a strange, big, dysfunctional but caring and loving family. And you're like the mother of everyone in a way." I tried explaining to him.
"Well, we all love ya Henry, so don't worry about one guy who didn't." I looked into his soft brown eyes and saw him smile at me.
To my shock, he leaned forwards and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks bud, that means a lot." He said. My face grew red and I grinned from horn to horn.
"I'd do anything for ya Henry." I said, hugging him again.
