So uh...haven't updated in quite a while but I'm back! I may have watched a play through of Bendy and the dark revivals and w o w- it's surprisingly well made compared to the first game. Also I fucking love Henry's design, he's my favourite character now sorry Norman. Norman wasn't even mentioned in the game and that made me very unhappy, and poor Sammy and Henry don't get very much time at all. Bendy has a voice now and I love it so much but that also means imma have to change it up how I write him-And the book on the bed in the room Betty leads you to for sleep- it's one of the most weird stories but it was also pretty funny. Also Alice calling Audrey Honey so much...kinda gay ngl-anyways have this.
Henry
Fuck Wilson. I don't know how long I've been trapped in this little cage with just a stool, a notepad, and a pen, but I do know I'm not the only one. Sammy too. Sometimes I can hear him playing his banjo through the walls if I listen hard enough. I hear the announcements Wilson makes to the studio, to that poor girl, Audrey. I heard what he said about him killing Bendy. It just seems so...wrong. I don't know where this guy came from, but through the hundreds of cycles I've been through he suddenly was there this one time, and now the cycle can't restart unless someone outside knew how.
Although I hate to admit it, I miss Bendy. I know he only ever tried to chase me and rip me apart, but still. There were times before those old times. The old, old times when the studio was still running. I miss those days most of all. I miss the real Bendy, who didn't want to hurt people unless he had a good reason. I spent my days in this lonely cage doodling in the notebook. No matter how much I've been drawing in it, it never seems to fill. Neat, I guess. I sigh and stand up, placing the notebook and pen on the stool. I feel like every ounce of hope has been drained from me ever since I've been put in this cage.
Wilson could have at least had the decency to kill me. I'm not sure I can die though, as much as it disappoints me. If you were down here as long as me, you wouldn't want to be alive either. I don't even think I am alive. Living thing usually need to eat every day. I haven't eaten in...well, a long time. I haven't seen another being in a very long time, either. I miss interacting with people. Well...I did meet that Audrey person not too long ago, but she didn't have time to dawdle so she didn't stay for very long. She must've been a bit new to this world, still full of hope like I was when I first got here. It's always false hope, nobody leaves this place.
It's very boring being trapped in a cage for so long. I even have an experiment number on the outside of it as if I'm some kind of lab rat. I give another long sigh and lean against the glass of my cage. For the first time in a long time, something happened. The keepers power was turned off. Someone must've broken the main power generator, boy are they in trouble if they get caught. I hear two sets of fast footsteps, one light and the other heavy. I know who the heavy footsteps belong to, I've only had him running after me a million times. Just as I thought, the ink demon was suddenly standing outside the glass of my cage, and by his side was Audrey. Huh, didn't expect to see her again.
Bendy looks a bit different than when I last saw him, longer horns and bigger claws. Personally I think he looks pretty neat, but obviously I can't tell him that because we're some sort of enemy to each other. You're supposed to be spiteful to your enemies, not flatter them with compliments. I cross my arms and give each of them a quizzical look. I try and hide the relief I feel after knowing Wilson did in fact not kill Bendy. "Long time no see, ink boy. Not tired of ripping my limbs off yet or did you just stop by to say hi?" I glowered, glaring at the ink demon.
Audrey looked from Bendy, to me. "You already know each other?" She asked, looking a bit surprised.
"Well it would be pretty weird if I didn't know about the cartoon demon I created that a lunatic brought to life so he could make me suffer." I reply sarcastically. Yes, my hope of ever getting out or being happy has completely gone, but that doesn't mean I can't be a sarcastic, spiteful, bastard.
"Actually, we came to get you out of this little cage you were so easily trapped in." Bendy growled, baring his teeth. I looked at him in shock for a moment. He wanted to help me? Something isn't right.
"What? Why? I thought you wanted me to deteriorate in this place?" I'm not sure what he wants from me, but there's no way he'd just free me out of the goodness of whatever inky heart he stole from the projectionist's disturbing collection.
"I convinced him to help me. He has something he wants to tell you, but first we gotta get out of here before the keepers turn the power back on, and Bendy can't use his ink portals anymore. They take away his powers." Audrey explained quickly. I silently looked over at the two for a moment before slowly nodding. In one quick movement, Bendy smashed the glass of my cage with one large clawed hand. He...also has a bit more muscles now. Huh. He pulled me out of the cage and then summoned an inky portal on the wall across front he shattered glass.
"I could've just climbed out y'know, you didn't have to pick me up." I said, pushing the demon's hand away from me. I find it weird that his ink is warm. Ink should be cold.
"Well, excuse me, your majesty." Bendy snarled, bowing his head. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. The three of us stepped through the ink portal, and I saw we were now in Bendy's lair. He certainly changed it up from his old one, but I know it's his lair because of how it's decorated. "We will be safe from anyone working for that Wilson in here, none of them come this far down." Bendy said, being the only one who landed on his feet after going through the portal.
"Alright, well I'll just step out for a minute, seeing as you have something to say to Henry." Audrey gave the demon a meaningful look before leaving the the room. I raise an eyebrow at Bendy, who suddenly looks very uncomfortable.
"What's she talking about?"I ask, narrowing my eyes at Bendy. Maybe they didn't just free me to be nice, they probably want something from me. Well, Bendy probably does, I think Audrey's pretty kind. Bendy was hesitating to answer, so I know he's not going to like whatever he's about to tell me. I patiently wait for him to talk, keeping my mouth shut.
"I uh...am apologizing for...y'know, killing you so many times, chasing you, that stuff. Sorry." Bendy said, averting his gaze away from me even though I can't see his eyes. I sigh and feel a small smile force itself onto my face.
"I'm sorry too. I guess we both kinda just...lost it after what Joey started. We should be mad at him, not each other." I reply, looking up at Bendy. He grinned back, not the creepy grin he usually had plastered on his face when he's about to throw someone into a wall, but a genuine happy grin. Without so much as a warning, he suddenly wrapped me up into a hug, nuzzling my hair. I give a soft laugh, patting his head. "I miss this."
"Miss what?"
"This. You. Not being at each other's throats. Just...being whatever it is we were before." I try to explain, feeling my face heat up. I'm not entirely sure what we were before all this. Some might say friends, but there was times where it seemed more than that. He'd sleep on my lap when I stayed late at work, and he was very affectionate, not to anyone else though. Plus, there was that one time years and years ago during Christmas where I may have gotten a bit bold and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I insisted it was a joke afterwards. It wasn't. But he doesn't feel like that. It's just me.
"Whatever it is we were before?" Bendy repeated, tilting his head. He still had his large clawed hands holding my shoulders. "Friends?"
I looked silently at him for a moment before looking away. I don't know what to tell him. I don't know what I'm thinking. I don't know anymore. He looks confused after I stay silent for so long. I've been down here too long to care anymore. I might as well. I cup his face in my hands and just kiss him. He stares at me in silence for a while, and I can't pinpoint the look on his face. Seeing his eyes would help. Then, to my shock, he kisses me back. Huh. Guess it wasn't just me.
I'm back from the dead and an identity crisis- anyways new ideas since new game came out so thats nice, now I have more to work with. :]
