BATIM: The End (Some BendyxHenry)

Henry

Henry sat by the water, gazing at his reflection. He still felt... dirty, but the initial shock was wearing off. Alice had to go on patrol, but not before she'd made Henry promise not to leave again. Her exact words were "don't go being a hero again, ok? Your safe here-". Henry had mostly tuned her out, which may be rude on his part, but he really needed to think. He tucked his tail around him. As long as he stayed here, everyone here was in danger. Henry hated the feeling, and he knew if anyone were to get hurt, it would be his fault. He couldn't bear the guilt if that happened. Though the thought of going back, willingly, to the Demon made Henry want to cry. Was there a way to protect himself from it? Henry studied his hands. Jacob had said that the shadows were coming from him, that they'd appeared because-his best guess-Henry's emotions were connected to the ink. The Demon seemed to share this trait, which Henry didn't like the implications. At all. Had it done anything else to him? Maybe something more... useful? Henry shook his head. He wasn't even sure why the Demon had given him this ability. To make shadows and his form melt? Henry couldn't think of any good uses for that, except maybe scaring people. Henry didn't want to scare anyone. He wasn't a monster. Was he? Henry sighed. Perhaps this wasn't the best line of thought. Henry was somewhat aware of excited murmuring that had broken out, but he didn't pay any attention. He was planning his leave. Perhaps if he found a way to hide, he could survive by wandering from place to place. He wasn't sure how though. "Henry!" The excited, slightly younger voice surprised him, and he glanced up, startled. A Boris clone was making its way towards him, grinning ecstatically. Henry frowned. A Boris? Behind him, Henry recognized Jacob, and a young woman Henry didn't know. The woman was studying Henry intently, and he had the feeling he was being carefully examined. The Boris stopped directly in front of Henry, his face falling. "D-Don't you remember me?" He asked, suddenly sounding very much like a kid. Henry studied him. Boris? His Boris? It seemed unlikely, but then, how'd he know Henry's name? The woman stepped forward, holding out her hand to Henry. Henry shook it. "Dot." She said, studying him. Henry had the strangest thought that she knew who he was. At least, that's the way she was acting. "Henry." He said, nodding at her. Boris sat down next to him. "I thought we'd never find you!" He blurted. Henry regarded him. "You were looking for me?" He questioned. Dot blinked. Boris's eyes widened. "Of course!" He blurted. "We're friends... right?" His voice held a small questioning inside it, as if he suddenly wasn't sure Henry viewed him the same way. "I don't even know your name." He pointed out dryly. Dot laughed. Boris looked embarrassed. "Buddy." He said, blinking at Henry. Henry frowned. "What?" Boris gazed at him steadily. "My name. It's Buddy. I guess you got it right back in the Safehouse." Henry was quiet. It was his Boris. Henry ought to feel excited, but all he felt was a twinge of dread. What if something happened to him again? There was no doubt, that it would be Henry's fault. He didn't want anything to happen to Boris-no, Buddy. Buddy looked at him questioningly. He had taken a seat beside Henry. "Henry?" He asked. Henry shook himself. "Hi, Buddy." He murdered. "Are you ok? Is something wrong?" Henry felt the oddest urge to laugh. Was he okay? Was anyone okay? They were trapped in a simulation made of ink that replicated their workplace. Their bodies weren't even their own anymore. Henry was definitely not okay. "I'm fine." He lied, turning away. Keep your distance Henry. "Just lost in thought, I guess." Dot sat beside Buddy. "I've heard a lot about you, Henry." She said, gazing at him. "All good, don't worry." She added with a grin, lightly punching Buddy on the shoulder. Buddy looked sheepish. "He's a good guy." He muttered. Henry felt uncomfortable. "Not that good." He muttered. Buddy turned his disbelieving eyes on Henry. "Don't say that!" He protested. "Yeah." Dot unexpectedly cut in. "It's not your fault, what Joey did to your-I mean, what he did-" Henry felt a tinge in his temple. Dot did know who he was. She'd almost let it slip then, but Henry wasn't an idiot. Buddy kicked her. "Quit making a fool of yourself." He muttered, looking uncontrollably at Henry. Good God. They both knew who he was. Henry felt  a stab of panic. What if they let something slip? Henry stood abruptly. "I... I'm gonna go." He muttered, shaking his head and trying not to run. Dot looked at the ground, embarrassed, and Buddy's eyes widened. "But.." Henry kept walking as fast as he could without running. Though he wanted too, he didn't look back.

Bendy growled, pacing his throne room. His mind was still on his Henry, and how... pleasurable it was, to finally had gotten him alone. Unfortunately, those blasted "Angels" had appeared before Bendy could have any real fun, and he felt a burning anger towards them. If they kept on insisting on keeping his Henry away from him, Bendy would destroy them all. But something kept edging in the corners of Bendy's mind. His creator had been terrified. Of course, Bendy's initial intention was to punish Henry before bringing him back, but he'd let his feeling get away from him. He'd enjoyed what little he'd gotten from Henry, but at the same time, it was bittersweet. Henry had been paralyzed and in shock. He hadn't felt any of the feelings Bendy did, quite the opposite, actually. He'd hated it. Even now, Bendy could hear the echo of Henry's terrified thoughts, how confused and disgusted he was. He could hardly complete sentences, even in his thoughts. And when he'd lost his form... Bendy shook his head. He'd acted too fast. Bendy knew he'd have to backtrack. Capture Henry, and bring him to his own place. Bendy already had a design in his head. Let Henry become used to his surroundings, used to Bendy himself. Then he'd work on earning Henry's trust. This may take awhile, but Bendy was determined not to screw this up. And, what the hell, why not steal a kiss or two at night, cuddling his creator and nibbling on his neck. Henry did belong to him, after all. Henry may not like it now, but he'd learn. Soon, he'd have his creator again. And once Henry was safely back in Bendy's arms....

The destruction of those rebellious souls can begin.