Benry / Batim Made-Up Stories! [ VERY slow updates !! ]

voice actor bendy au.......

It was well past 6:30 P.M. by now, he should have been taking a break a long time ago. He has been working for quite a bit of hours without any involvement for or of his personal needs. 

Workaholic.

Henry sighed as he set his ink quilt down, resting his hand on the table along with it. He had just finished the sketching — base lines of the new episode that's supposed to be premiering in less than a few weeks, now he just needs to color in the shapes and lines.

The man went to grab the miniature bottle — that used to be filled with ink — before standing up. He should've at least taken another one, or have done this sooner before he started working on the next panel. Unfortunately, his brain didn't consider those options earlier.

As he was walking through his doorway of his office again, he couldn't help but feel like something was missing. Perhaps he had forgotten something? Or maybe it's because he was so used to just sitting, and wasting several hours of the day away in his chair, working that he never noticed anything. Or maybe it was something else.

He just quite couldn't put his finger on it.

His eyes flick over to his desk as he approaches near it, standing right in front of his chair. He scanned the desk to see if that may be the problem. But he couldn't find anything missing. 

There was his multiple pages of sketches, his early works, and some blank pages. A few ink splatters on his desk.. with his jar of ink different, vintage ink quilts. Multiple letters from Linda that he refuses to open — she should really stop sending those while he's working.

And the ink bottle he currently has in his hand, freshly filled with ink. He shakes it off, trying to distract himself from the feeling as he placed the ink bottle down on the designated spot on his work desk. Perhaps that was the reason, sure.

Once he gets comfortable back into his chair, he leans over to start working on filling in his sketches of the little devil darling himself. It was quite simple, really. Besides the constant fear of accidentally going out of the lines, having to redo the sketch again.

He worked carefully. Diligently. To fill in those sketches of his.

Soon, the sound of mischievous giggles fill his sense of hearing as he feels a new presence behind him. It was a heavy, mischievous aura. Henry knew this presence better than anyone—

Before he has a chance to say anything, a sudden explosion of ink splatters onto his hand and adds onto the stains on his desk, too. The blank stack of papers were completely ruined, ink splattering onto them — the ink seeping through the first page, to the next.

The tip of his dearly beloved ink quilt, bent and ruined as it was held into the empty stack of papers by a pale hand.

“Stein.”

“..Andy?”

“Wow, I didn't know we were on such terms to use first names, Stein.”

Silence. 

...

Henry doesn't care to look behind him — glancing out of the side of his eye, hearing a slight chuckle as the pen is slowly removed from the empty stack of papers, still oozing out the ink inside of the tip. He hears the drop of the pen, as it lands into the trashcan.

“Is there something you need, Andy?” Henry asks, keeping his eyes on his desk with a frown. His favorite pen was ruined.

His question wasn't answered with words, but with mischievous giggles coming from the older man.

But it quickly stops.

Andy observes Henry's desk, looming over the man sitting in the chair. His eyes land on countless letters.

“And who may these be from?” He asks, quickly grabbing at one. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy somewhere inside of him as he read the name. Linda. Just who was this woman?

Before Henry had time to react, Andy had already grabbed at one. Now he was standing, facing towards Andy with an exhausted look, and a slightly hunched back.

“My fianceè.” 

“Ah.” is all received in response. “Truly fascinating,”

Andy mindlessly rips the letter open, reading it. It was supposed to be a love letter, but all it was was Henry’s soon-to-be wife complaining about countless things.

He wouldn't be surprised if all of them were like that.

The older man rolls his eyes, sneakily throwing the letter away before grabbing onto the younger man's back, straightening it.

“Keep it up with your work, you'll be slouching for the rest of eternity.” 

Henry sweatdrops as he feels Andy place a hand near his waist, while holding his other hand, elevated in the air. Like the position for a waltz.

“Move that wonderful body of yours, Henry! C’mon, no need to be so shy.” 

He feels Andy trying to guide him through the steps of a dance gracefully, but Henry understood almost none of it. Unfortunately.

hihi!! this was based on someone's fanart on tumblr (sid_lum i believe) who was inspired by a story where the ink demon/bendy had a voice actor !

anyways, take this draft skit thing :

"Stein."

"..Andy."

"Henry."

"Benjamin, I'm filing for a divorce." Henry calmly finishes the conversation, holding his favorite quilt — that was now ruined, thanks to Andy — with a death grip.

maybe ill make a few skits of them..