Written in Ink- A Bendy and the Ink Machine Fanfic

Prologue

Henry drove home as fast as he could, wanting to get away from the place he now called hell. He thought that he would just be going back to his old workplace to spend some time with his old coworker and friend. He was wrong. It had been an absolute nightmare for him, having been there for what seemed like days. Heck, he didn't even know how long he had been in there. Right now, he was in a rush to get home, hoping his granddaughter was alright, and the babysitter he had hired hadn't just outright left his granddaughter alone when he didn't come back at the time he said he would. Though he was excited to return home, he was fearful of what was also in the passenger seat of his car. 

He had grabbed a few things before he left the old building, which was a book, a radio, some old drawings, two gears, an ink bottle and pen, and......three cans of bacon soup. These were the objects he was nervous about, wondering if he had closed them tight enough, so not even air would seep through. He was scared to leave......them.....in the building, dreading the thought of a couple of kids going in there to explore, and discovering the horrors it held. Henry didn't want anyone to go through what he had, not even the cruelest people and the deadliest of criminals. No one deserved to go through the hell he went through, no one! So, he decided to carry the cans back with him, and the sinister contents that were inside them. 

Before he could think another sinister thought, he pulled up in the driveway of his house, which he had lived in since he was in his late 20s, which was a very long time ago. He turned off the engine of the car, and gathered the items in a bag he had left in the backseat, making sure to carefully place the cans of soup in the bag. He then grabbed the bag, his keys, and his wallet, and walked up onto the porch of his house, unlocking the front door and walking inside. He could hear the TV playing in the living room, sighing in relief when the babysitter walked out from the living room. "Welcome home, Mr. Sutton." she said, smiling as she watched Henry walk in, locking the door behind him. She then grew a bit worried when she saw bruises and cuts on Henry's arms, looking up at the old man with a concerned look.

"Um, are you okay?" she asked, eyeing his cuts and bruises before Henry covered them up with his sleeves. "Oh, that? I had a bit of a fall, clumsy me." Henry said, trying to make an excuse for why he was so beaten up, knowing that the teenager wouldn't believe the truth. The two then walked into the living, Henry sitting down his bag on the floor, sighing in relief as he was glad he made it back home alive. He then smiled as he heard running coming from the hallway, his face brightening as his granddaughter, Sylvia, ran towards him, a big smile on her face. "Grandpa!" she squealed, hugging him once she reached him, Henry picking her up and hugging her tightly in return. "I missed you so much, Sylvia." Henry said, tears threatening to prick his eyes as he held his granddaughter in his arms, thinking a few hours before that he would never see her again. 

"I missed you to, grandpa!" Sylvia giggled, kissing his cheek before Henry put her down. Henry then flopped onto the couch, sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck, the babysitter gathering up her stuff to head home. Sylvia then picked up a piece of paper from the coffee table, showing the drawing she had made to her grandfather of a small dog, which was a very detailed drawing. "Do you like it?" Sylvia asked, Henry smiling tiredly as he nodded. "I love it, sweetheart." he said, ruffling her hair as she giggled. "Why don't you go put it on the fridge with your other drawings?" Sylvia nodded and ran to the kitchen, going to put her drawing up as the babysitter looked at Henry. "So, um.....are you gonna pay me now, or....?" she said, obviously wanting her money before she left. 

Henry nodded, getting out his wallet and getting out the $50 he owed her, handing it to her before putting his wallet back in his pocket. The babysitter was about to put it in her purse, when she gave Henry a confused look. "Why is there black stuff on this ten?" she asked, holding up one of the ten dollar bills he had given her. On the corner of the bill, there was a black substance soaked into it, making an apparent stain on the bill. Henry's face went pale for a moment when he saw the stain, but shook his head as he tried to calm down and give the girl an answer. "I, uh, spilt some ink on it while I was at my old workplace. It'll come out eventually."  Thankfully, the girl bought his excuse, putting the money in her purse, before saying goodbye, and walking out of the house, locking the door behind her.