The Beast Made of Ink

Chapter 4: Henry's Life (Part 2)

-Henry's P.O.V-

Through the therapy provided by the hospital, I was able to convince myself that all the events which had occurred with Bendy and the others was just a dream. After my recovery, I had decided to join the military, and after training, I was sent to serve in the Vietnam war. I had fought in the war all the way to the end of it, and when I was finally discharged, I had completely forgotten about the entire incident with Bendy.

With all of the money that I had made from fighting (None of it being able to be sent to family), I decided to buy a house. It wasn't cheap, but it was sure as hell worth it. I bought my first home in the countryside in 1975 at the ripe age of 47.

My sister, who was the middle child, had died in 1982 with no children, while my brother had gotten alzimers.

In 1986, my brother, at the age of 88, had passed away, leaving his 15 year old daughter and 55 year old wife behind.

That year I had started drinking.

In 1989, my niece convinced me to go to rehab for my alcoholism.

In 1991, I was released from rehab.

In 1992 I had received a letter from Joey Drew, and he asked my to come down and visit the studio. I figured that it had been a long time since I last saw my old friend, so at the age of 64, I went to the old studio, and from there, I immediately regretted it.

Bendy was alive, and he desired vengeance. Bendy wasn't the only one who was alive either, some of my old co-workers were as well, except, something wasn't right with them. Something wasn't right with that entire building.

Everything was ink ink ink. The cartoons were ink, the demons were ink, the dead people were ink! Ink was everywhere. I had to sit in it, crawl in it, and breathe in it. It was a miracle that I made it out alive. If it weren't for Boris and Allison along with that Bacon Soup, I surely would have perished.

After all the events that had occurred in the old studio, I had decided to start up my cartoon making again. I ended up getting a job for the local newspaper and there I made little comic shorts. I had dug out my old comics from back in the days of Joey Drew, and I found myself loving Boris, Alice, and even Bendy yet again. I felt like I owed it to the little Devil Darlin'.

Once again, being a cartoonist had become my passion, and in 1996, my niece M/N Stein got married to F/N L/N, a kind businessman. In the year 2000, my niece had died at the age of 28 years old while giving birth due to hypertension, and in 2003, my sister in Law died from old age. 

F/N cut all ties with me after his wife's death and moved out of state. I had continued my cartoon making and hadn't heard from him or his daughter until 2009.

Instead of F/N calling me however, I had instead received a call from social services, asking me if I was willing to take care of Y/N L/N. When I asked for the reasons why, they told me that F/N L/N died from cancer.

I told them that I didn't mind taking care of her. Despite my old age, I was in a very healthy condition and still lived by myself. According to the social worker, she thought it would be best for Y/N to live with another family member, and although I never necessarily wanted a family, I could understand the social workers concerns.

So, in the year 2009, me at the age of 81 while Y/N was at the age of 9, I had started raising a child. I still remember meeting Y/N for the first time, her large E/C eyes stared back into my clouded own, her short bob of H/C swaying left and right as she examined me. She was so young and bright compared to me, however, she still carried this own sense of dullness within her.