Bendy And the Ink Machine Oneshots

One Big Happy Family

I HAD THE GREATEST HEADCANON EVER! It's not exactly the happiest, and I don't know if someone came up with it but just think: Henry was in an abusive family. You might think it was his father was the abusive one, but...

YOU'RE WRONG!!! It would be his mom, his dad would support Henry's creative side and his sexuality. Mom would rip up his art and burn him with cigarettes or slap him with her very sharp nails (talons) for not acting like a boy/man. I had a fluffy idea but then thought, how could I make this angstier? So, I present you with this. I had the idea of gospelofdismay and their amazing art book! Go check it out! I don't own the picture that they drew or the game and its characters. Only the words from this oneshot.
Bold are thoughts!
Enjoy the Senry fluff and angst!

There is violence and slurs in this one so if you are not comfortable with this then don't read it!
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20 Years Ago: Henry at age 6

Henry was laying on his stomach in the living room while drawing one the vases with flowers he saw in the house. His mother was in the kitchen smoking a cigarette and listening to the radio while his father (Mathew Singer, fight me if you hate the first name) was at his job doing construction work for a new hospital. As a small child of six, Henry was very shy and didn't have many friends. He was known as the kid that stayed in the corner drawing pictures. Some of the kids actually thought his drawings were incredible and with time could be used for books or, something called "cartoons". While other kids weren't as kind. He once found two of his notebooks that were filled with drawings drowning in the toilet. That didn't stop him from doing what he loved. His mother hated his drawings as well for some reason. The last time he gave her a drawing she sneered and put her cigarette out with it. Then she crumpled it up and threw it at him.
"Why don't you play outside like the other boys? Stop drawing those stupid pictures and act like a normal child for once."
Henry stopped drawing after remembering that moment. Tears were starting to form in his eyes, but he wiped them away and continued his illustration. This time it was a drawing that he couldn't get out of his mind was a small little demon with a big smile, named Bendy. He wore a white bow tie and was very mischievous when he wanted to be. He was fond of the doodle and put him in his pocket that way it wouldn't be taken away from him.
Creak, click
Henry's head perked up, his father has come home! No matter what Henry did, his dad always stood by him.
"Henry! Tiffany! I'm home!" Henry's father yelled out to his family. His son ran to his father, almost slipping and falling on his face. When Henry reached his father, he broke out a huge smile and jumped into his father's arms. "How is my little Picasso doing?" Mathew tickled Henry's stomach making his son giggle and begged to stop.
"Don't encourage his weird hobby. He should be outside with the other boys." Tiffany, Henry's mother, interrupted the loving moment between the two. Henry grew anxious, why didn't his mommy like his art? Is there something wrong with him? Is he weird, is that why no one likes him? His father broke his chain of bad thoughts
"Tiffany, can't you see that Henry has a talent! We should encourage it and let it flourish! He could make it big in the world someday!" Mathew reassured his son with a smile and placed him down on the ground by his pants. Tiffany rolled her eyes and looked at her manicured nails.
"Sure, if our son becomes a fag then that's your fault." A teapot shrieked as the two glared at each other. "Dinner is ready, come and get it." With that, Tiffany left the room with a scowl. Henry grew nervous as he looked at his father, who had a conflicted expression. He tugged on his father's pants and Mathew looked at him with a kind look in his eyes.
"Papa, what's a 'fag'? Is that a bad thing? Am I really going to be one?" Henry asked in a quiet voice. Mathew's eyes widened and knelt down to his son.
"No Henry, it's not a bad thing to be. The word is bad though, never say it to anyone else. Don't let your mother's words get to you. She doesn't know that you have a talent. There will be others that will try to put you down, but don't let them get to you. They would just be jealous of something that you have and that they don't. Never forget that." Mathew hugged his son with a few tears welling up in his eyes. Henry hugged his father back and never wanted to let go. He heard a crinkling sound as they were hugging. Tapping on his father's shoulder, he wanted to be let go. Putting his hand in his pocket and pulled out a slightly crinkled paper with the drawing of Bendy.
"...This is my most recent drawing. His name is Bendy. He is a demon." Henry spoke with a small smile and a quiet voice. His father's eyes grew and sparkled. His son was able to draw so incredibly well, and his own wife was putting him down. Wiping his eyes, he gave his son a smile.
"It is great as usual, maybe even better! You should write your name on it and I'll frame it at my workplace for all my friends to see." Henry gave a big smile and nodded his head quickly. Mathew chuckled at his son's response and ruffled his hair. "Why don't we go eat dinner, otherwise mommy will get furious."
"Okay, Papa."