BATIM Oneshots ig

Where's Henry? Human!Bendy x Genderfluid!Henry ☁

Heather stumbled through the halls, gritting her teeth. Ten loops. Ten loops was all it took for the dysphoria to kick in. Heather had no bag, so the best she could do was unbind her chest and hold it. But how?

Again, heather grumbled, taking her suit jacket from around her waist. She spent no time ripping it apart to create a makeshift bag, it was soaked in ink anyways. Her dress pants, however, was not brought with her and instead left behind at the safehouse that she couldn't even access, doing a small trade with Boris for a more comfortable pair of overalls.

She crossed the moat, a stoic face on. This amused the Angel. It's been so long since anyone visited her, much less a female. She grabbed her microphone and started to speak into it.

"My my, look at you. So... interesting. I've got to say, I'm an instant fan."

Heather scoffed, walking up to the opening door

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Heather was unamused.

She killed the gang, killed more of them, used a plunger, stabbed swollen ones, collected power cores, and turned handles. She may have already killed the projectionist but she didn't know, she didn't care enough. Because through all that, the ink demon didn't show up even once.

She gripped onto her axe tighter as the quickly found a cutout behind the staircase, leaping down and turning it to splinters. She huffed in satisfaction as she hopped right out, finding another to do the same.

The ink demon looked around, his usual grin gone as he found that his plaything had disappeared. Where was Henry? He should be at level nine by now, but his cut outs cant find him. He sighed in frustration, before he felt himself lose an "eye". His head bolted up, his sleek horns shining in the light while the spikes ripped through the throne's backrest. He felt another connection severed and he growled, his canines on display as he looked through his eyes again. There stood a woman blankly, clearly uninterested as she walked passed, not noticing the cutout. He summoned a portal, leisurely walking out to follow her. She was... oddly familiar.

He made sure that touching her wouldn't just one-hit kill her in an instant, the spines on his back raising slightly. He tugged at his gloves and straightened his suit, before tapping the woman on the shoulder. At an instant, she whirled around and tried to strike him, which he masterfully dodged. She fought like Henry. His perma-grin returned.

Heather narrowed her eyes at the demon, before spatting out, "Don't fuck with me Ink Demon, I fought in the war."

Now that certainly was a surprise. How did a woman fight in said war?

Heather analyzed the... mostly passive demon in front of her, finally taking in his appearance. She was running from him the entire loop, she didn't have time to actually look at him, and she couldn't remember the loops until the end or very beginning.

He was oddly familiar, but also humane looking. Not entirely though, his jet-black hair and eyes against his white skin being a clear indication. His hair was also soaked and dripped with ink, his bangs covering his eyes. It always did that now, but it was annoying. He wore a suit, a black bowtie, and a single white glove with two black dots on two of his knuckles on his left hand. Almost every article of clothing was stained.

But her lovely brown hair was a far darker shade and messy, causing her to flick her head to the side to get rid of the hair. Her clothing was simply a white dress shirt stained black with, tied at the bottom. She wore Boris's overalls and a hat in her back pocket. Black framed glasses shined with almost invisible ink as her brown eyes looked at him right where his eyes should be.

Wait, that hat.

The ink demon snatched the hat from her grasp, looking her dead in the eyes as she protested. Experimenting, he held it up so it gave the impression of her wearing it, a sketch of Henry in ink etching itself onto the wall. They were the same, but different. He knew this woman. He let the ink fall down the wall into a puddle.

The ink demon tilted his head, his grin relaxing slightly. "Henry?"

Heather cringed slightly at the name. "Bendy, it's Heather." Unfortunately she treated him like an eldritch god who didn't know how humans worked, but to be fair, the ink demon's personality has been meddled with as well as his memories. But he remembered something, something triggered it.

"Bendy" pointed his hand towards her, and she noticed it was clawed. "Genderfluid." He said almost confidently. Heather nodded, causing a smile to work her way onto her face. Bendy cheered slightly.

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"Shit," Heather mumbled after Allison and Tom abandoned her. She felt it in her gut that this would happen, but it still wasn't disappointing. What loop was this? 400 something? She didn't know, it was far too far into the loop that he hasn't any memory of it.

She felt a hole open up underneath him, causing her to cry out in alarm, before she found herself in the throne room. She was in Bendy's arms, in front of them a crude tea party was set up. Bendy chirped slightly as he set her down. Bendy could talk, just didn't often. He was also flirty, but she didn't know that.

She tensed up as the ink demon sat down next to her. His smile dropped into a frown. Oh right, the memory thing. He tried to recall how a human outing went, it took far too long though.

Ink bendy took his cup of ink and sipped it, gesturing for Heather to do the same. Cautiously, she took hers, before being pleasantly surprised. It was water. She gulped it down greedily, Bendy taking a jug and pouring more. Where did he get water? Well she didn't care.

Bendy was beaming again, hoping to let this loop be relaxing till the end. He scooped her onto his lap and absently played with her hair, catching her off guard. This was... surprisingly nice. His claws lightly scratched her scalp as he did random things. Braiding and unbraining and twirling it around his fingers was popular. He was distracted.

Heather reached towards the Ink Demon's face, curious. He still didn't react. She pushed the bangs out of his face, causing Bendy to jolt and stand, pushing her to the ground with a yelp. He quickly covered it but stayed standing, earning a huff from the former voice actor.

"Well that was rude huh Bends?" She said, dusting off her pants. She looked at him, a grin on her face that caused Bendy to shift uncomfortably. What was she planning-

She tackled him, causing a shout to leave the demon's throat. In a smooth motion, she moved his hair back and froze. The demon also froze and refused to move as he stared at her with wide eyes. A breath caught her throat.

She moved her hand to his face, looking him dead in the eye. "Andy?" She asked hesitantly.

Bendy beamed, before laughing full heartedly. "Got to give it to ya toots, didn't expect you to try that today!" He grinned. She hurriedly got off of him, apologizing furiously.

"Oh gosh, I- I thought you were soulless!" She exclaimed, running a hand through her hair. Andy rolled his eyes before pecking her lips, causing her to stop.

"I hope you didn't leave me for another guy now, We didn't exactly break up," Andy said with a slight hum, pressing his forehead to hers. She hugged back.

"You were the first to truly accept the fact that I am fluid, not one," She whispered, before tensing up.

"Is something wrong, love?" Any asked, tilting his head. Henry looked at him.

"I think my gender just switched."

Andy and Henry laughed together with the two males currently unbothered. "Holy shit I lost my touch, usually I would find out immediately!"

Henry chuckled. "Yeah, but where is the nearest bathroom? I'm going to get dysphoric soon."

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