So much for endings. Beginnings are always more fun.

Prolog

Bendy's POV

I remember it started with a feeling of ink dropping down, falling thru the cracks in the boards and spiraling down to where and how I don't quite know. At that point I didn't care. It was movement. I was no longer trapped her in this stagnant stinking well of voices glued to a corps. Fighting for dominance and my own life with something that refused stubborn to go its way.

Now everything's fluid again, the machine no longer screams in my ear and as the familiar feeling of a pen touching parchment comes over me I feel this tingly sensation all over. Pure happiness envelopes me like it did years and years a go . The happiness that come with the sense of being brought to life. 

The happiness of existing.

I open my eyes when I fell my body is whole. I take one first shaky breath and flex my muscles .

 I Am, me.

The simplest freeze that comes to mind. And only now I realize it might be my fondest wish for many years now. The world a round me is white and clean like a new sheet of paper and I'm in awe of all the possibilities.

-Bendy, hey little guy are you okay? – A voice comes not from above but from the left I turn around and see him. Henry! Haggard, tired as ever, covered in ink clothes and holding his black inking pen in one hand. His body shakes from tiredness and age but the hand that brought me to life is still and precised as always. Like a child that has a chance to see their parent after years of absence I flung myself forward to embrace the elder man . He returns the gesture with warmth. And it's only after what seams like showers I notice my hands on his back I jump backwards and examine myself in aw.

-Y..you changed my style!- I exclaim looking all over my self , palming my hair to see if I still haw horns. Yup .Horns, tail my smile everything seems in place but I feel...more solid now, taller even and coolest thing of All!!

I have clothes. Boris can never make fun of me again!!

-Well Bendy you're a big boy now, I thought that perhaps you'd like to look the part.- Henry gave mi a mischievous smile. Twirling the pen in his fingers like a professional circus performer. I smile even more and I think stars come in to my ayes . I think..i cant real see but I fell so match more expressive.

-Thank you...-I hug him again and this time out of nowhere a wave of sadness and anxiety comes over me and I start sobbing.

- I..I ...I was so afraid.

-Oh bendy...I know, I know. Life...life is sometimes like that , scary and strange...its okay to feel that way.I'm here now buddy and i promise it will get better-He hugs me tightly as I bawl my eyes out . Once I'm don I move back and sniff even more depressed my fun new design all smudged  by the ink flowing from my eyes. Henry doesn't same to mind do. His stile smiling...it's a different type of smile do. One iv never seen him haw. I never knew some on cud smile hawing sad ayes. He wipes my tears away, fixes a few details and pates my on the head.

-Better?- He asked and I node.

-So...what now?-I ask shyly looking at the white world around us. –Are we going back to the show? Will you redraw everyone? You're staying this time right!?-I ask my voice laced with desperation do i try to stay on model and smile. People like it when i smile. Don't feel like the smiles  reaching my whole face do, my ayes feel sad, is that how Henry's feeling?

Henry gives a long tired sight and drags a hand thru his now thin and graying hair. Actually as I'm looking at him now he seems...thinner all around. less in the present . His lines are no longer pronounced and lively. It's like comparing to me, his just a background character slowly dissolving into nothingness as the scene progresses.