Bendy and the ink machine one shots and headcannons

Father!Henry X Boris

Henry pulling food out of his sleeves whenever people are hungry

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Boris was sitting in the break room, trying to hide away from Joey. It's not that he dislikes his creator, it's just that his creator doesn't like HIM. Nor did anyone else, really. Sure Alice and Bendy are nice to him, but he never really gets a lot of attention, and isn't treated the best. He hadn't slept the night before, because of the leaks in his room from the rain that night. He was tired, sad, and hungry. He gave a small sigh as he wandered over to his small nook he had made under the stairs. He slept there at night sometimes, because the room he was given was molding and falling apart. He debated just moving into the nook, considering he didn't own much anyways. He was sat in his little nook, a thin and stained pillow under his head. He pulled over the small curtain that hid him from the room, so he remained hidden. He didn't want anyone to see him at the moment, simply because he felt terrible. He just wanted someone to like him a bit. I guess that was to much to ask.

He ended up falling into a dreamless, and restless sleep. It was more of an uncomfortable bout of unconsciousness, than sleep. But it's what he got, so he couldn't complain. He was only out for a few moments, before the break room door opened. He stayed still and quite, hoping whoever it was would just leave quickly, and let the wolf sleep. That's sadly not what happened. The stairs creaked rather loudly, as the person wandered into the break room. He heard them clock in for work, and mutter some cheesy line to themselves. He quickly made his way to the small nook Boris was hiding in, hugging himself tight to try and save some body heat. His little curtain was pulled aside, and Boris heard the man sigh. "Aw Boris, did you get ANY sleep last night?" The older man spoke softly. The wolf only held himself tighter, still being silent. Another sigh from the man came, before Boris felt a large cloth be put over him. He saw out of the corner of his eye, that it was a large black winter blanket, since it was getting to be that time of year. He snuggled closer into the warmth of the blanket.

The man smiled at the wolf, before reaching into his sleeve, and pulling out a family sized box of Cheerios. He set the box in the nook, along with a spoon, before kissing the wolf's head, and closing the curtain again. "Don't worry, buddy, I still love ya. And ya know what else? There are people in this studio, and outside of it who love you more than a large audience ever could" the man spoke, before walking away. The wolf smiled, as a few tears streamed down his face. Henry really was like a father to him. He's such a good dad.