The Novelization: Bendy and the Ink Machine

Chapter 3: Rise and Fall (Updating)

Henry got up, looking around, to find himself in a safe house. There were a few boxes on the right, below a hammock, that was still swinging. On the wall, there was a Bendy clock, with it's arms and legs swinging, ticking ominously.

Henry got off the cot and then resolved to get out of this safe house. He had to get out of the studio.

Henry opened the door, and began to observe. Ink was dripping from the ceiling, as it constantly was in this god-forsaken studio.

'Whelp... looks like I'm not getting out anytime soon. However, I still need to get to the bottom of this.'

The room to the left seemed to be a bathroom. He peeked inside, and looked at his reflection, to find there was no reflection.

That brung up the question do whether or not he was real. Was this hell real? Or was this all just some crazy dream? Henry exited the restroom, and when he went forward, a clothing line held what probably Boris's clothes. Although they seemed a bit small.

He then turned right to see a room with Boris sitting there. Ink dripped in front of his face. He was a bit hesitant to approach. The two other beings that lurked in this studio, and that Henry had met so far, were hostile. However, Boris was the one who brought him to the safe house, so there was no reason to fear... right?

He then slowly walked into the room, and as he did, Boris lifted his head to stare at him. Boris sat at the table in a relaxed posture, a banjo to the side, a tea pot on the table, and a candle illuminating the area.

As he came closer, Boris seemed to do a small dance, as he came even closer.

So far, no hostility.

At this point, Boris didn't seem so tall.

Boris just sat there, observing him silently. Henry then became unnerved, as he bolted towards the door.

However, the lever to the door was missing.

"I'm not getting out of here that easy. Need to open the door, but the lever is missing. " He said to himself. "Boris probably has it."

He resolved to find the lever.

He went back over to Boris. Expecting an answer, however Boris remained silent, still doing his jolly little motion.

"Hey Buddy. Have you seen that lever handle around? Or are you holding it hostage until I make you something to eat?" Henry asked.

When Boris held the spoon, and remained silent, Henry knew the answer.

"I thought so. Let's see what we got." Henry sighed, and went to look for some soup.

Most likely Bacon Soup, as it seemed to be the only edible thing around here. Henry went to the hall at the left, near there was a stove, so Henry supposed, it was possible to warm the soup up. However, when he continued down that part of the room, he winced as he saw a rather disturbing image plastered on the wall, probably made up of old posters.

Perhaps, Boris was trying to create an image of the Bendy that Henry had ran into before. It had a frown, and slash marks on it.

A fork in their friendship, Henry supposed, somewhat saddened at the thought.

Turning around, Henry saw a can of Bacon Soup on the barrel, and grabbed it, going to the stove. However, that wouldn't be enough soup. Going back to the room in which he first woke up, Henry opened the chest, and saw, conveniently, a can of Bacon Soup in there.

"That should be enough." Henry muttered.

He silently walked back into the room, and to the stove. He put the soup in the pot, and waited until it was ready, and warm. Putting it in a bowl, he set the soup on the table. Boris then sprang into action, grabbing a case from behind the table, and set it on the table, on top of papers.