(BendyxHenry)
May be some Smut, haven't decided yet
Henry Stein wasn't quite sure what was happening to him. He kept reliving the same things over and over. But this was about to change. The Reel is about to be broken.
But will Henry survive this...
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(Image of Henry I drew with his new axe)
Henry sighed. Nothing felt... right anymore. He sat by a wall, fiddling with the axe Bendy had given him. It was slightly different from the axes Henry was used too. The blade was longer, edges sharper. The back ended to a point, dripping with ink. The weapon seemed to hum in his hands, reacting to his presence. Henry wasn't sure where Bendy had gotten the weapon, but maybe it was best not to ask. Or think about it too hard.
Henry sighed, resting the axe in his lap. He wanted to go home, but that wasn't possible. So maybe he had to bring home to him. He stood, holding his axe in his left hand. He moved on, knowing Bendy would be able to find him. The little demon seemed to be able to travel around the studio with ease, which kinda impressed Henry. Especially with the Ink Demon wandering around.
Henry hummed to himself as he walked. The hallways seemed to go on forever. Henry had a sneaking suspicion that they did. He made his way down, wondering if the studio went any deeper. A gap in the hallway showed off the Ink Demon's lair, making him shudder.
He had to hide from the Ink Demon. So why not stay close to his lair, where it would least expect him to be? It wasn't like there actually was an exit, after all. His life had become a game of survival. Henry paused, peering out at the lake of ink. The cavern was built inside a cave, and Henry could see a small sliver of an opening inside the cave wall.
Henry glanced around, then hesitantly stepped through the hole and into the ink lake. It was deeper than he'd expected, the ink rose up to his waist. He waded through the ink, careful not to splash and give himself away. He made his way to the crack, slipping inside.
It was a small cavern, with a mini lake that rose into a small room. Henry climbed out of the ink and stepped up to the door. Odd. Henry opened the door and peeked inside. It was a large empty room, with some shelves lining one wall, and... Was that his desk?!
Henry stepped up to the old wooden desk sitting in the corner. It... It was his desk. Odd. Henry ran his hand over the old wooden surface. This was the third time he's seen his desk, all in different spots in the loop. Henry had never seen this particular one though.
Henry continued to poke around, and found a storage closet, bathroom, two bedrooms, one with a cot and another with a hammock. There was even a kitchen. Henry poked through the cupboards, finding only a few cans of bacon soup and that's it. Henry closed the cupboards again. He doubted he'd find a place as good as this. It was perfect. Almost too perfect.
Henry felt uneasiness run through him. Something felt wrong with this place. Henry paced around, looking at all the rooms again. His uneasiness grew. What was it? Henry opened the door to a bedroom, sitting on the cot by the wall, dropping his axe by the cot. Then it hit him.
Henry ran out of the room, scanning the walls of every room. Opening every door. He ended up back in the lake room, staring out at the rising ink. There were no exits. No way out besides that small crack in the cave wall. Henry felt panic rise inside him.
Where was it? He ran to the wall, wading into the ink that felt deeper than before. He ran his hands along the wall, feeling desperate. Nothing. The ink swirled around him. The crack was gone. He was trapped. Henry backed away slowly, the ink rising around him.
Panic sparked in his chest. What... What was happening? Henry turned around, then gasped, stumbling backwards and falling into the ink. He was up to his neck in ink. Some had gotten into his mouth, bitter and sweet at the same time. The wall and door had been written over in ink. Words. They hadn't been there a moment before.
Welcome Home
Henry felt fear run through his body. He couldn't stop staring at the words drawn onto the door and walls. Welcome home. Pain erupted in his head and his chest. Home? This wasn't home. This was a prison. Henry's hands clenched, and he wished he had his axe. But of course, like an absolute idiot, he'd left it by the cot in the bedroom.
Henry closed his eyes, focusing on keeping his breathing steady. He had to get out of this ink. He stood, feeling shaky. The ink clung to his clothes, his skin. It was hard to walk, the ink pulled at his legs. Then, suddenly, the door began to open.
Henry stiffened, freezing in place. The Ink Demon? Panic erupted in his chest as he stumbled back, only for a small horned figure to peek into the room. "Bendy!" Henry gasped, relief making him feel slightly faint.
He stumbled, trying to rise out of the ink. It gripped him tightly. Bendy rushed forward, reaching his hand out. Henry grabbed Bendy's hand, and was surprised by the strength he held in that tiny body.
Bendy pulled Henry out of the ink, helping him into the small apartment. Henry sat there for a moment, just gasping and trying to calm himself. Henry then felt tiny arms hug his waist. Henry turned and hugged Bendy back.
"Thanks buddy." He whispered. Bendy grinned at Henry. He looked very pleased with himself. Bendy rested his head on Henry's lap. Henry sat there, trying to calm down. Then a thought struck him, causing his blood to run cold. He's been all around the little apartment. It had been empty.
