#adernon

            brown eyes searched her surroundings as the young girl wandered near silently through the strange building she’d come across. it had been raining outside and she wanted to get out of it, despite being dressed in a nice yellow raincoat.             the place she had entered seemed to be almost abandoned. or, at least, not used in quite some time that she found her curiosity piqued and opted to explore whilst passing the time as she waited out the rainstorm.

When she had gotten the invitation to come back to the studio, Henley thought a million of things on why Joey would want her back. Most of them leading to Joey just showing off what he was able to do without her around.

Due to his greed. His pride.

Never did Henley think she would come back to a shit storm and that was putting it lightly. The once studio became it’s own Hell. Pentagrams drawn in ink, writing on the walls, tape recorders here and there of people who once work there.

And then.. there was him.

First time she seen him it was behind boards to keep him in the ink machine room. Henley wasn’t sure of what to make of it. It look allot like Bendy the very demon imp she had drawn years ago. The same cartoon figure that saved Drew Studios, star of SillyVision. The only thing was, Bendy was a drawing not alive and breathing such was whatever hell spawn she encountered.

And it only got worse as she descended down into madness. First Sammy then running into Bendy again, only to be saved by a door locking behind her when she ran for safety after escaping the twisted ink humanoid known as Sammy Lawrence.

Down, down she went with Boris after running into him. Visiting the Angel she never knew about and then for a third time, she ran into him once more. Only this time there was no boards to keep him back, no door to lock him out. Nothing but little wooden station known as Little Miracle Stations here and there and unlucky for Henley, she was far from one.

Footsteps thump hard down the ink stain wooden floors as Henley race for the safety of the caged elevator where Boris stayed cowarding in the corner as he always did when danger was nearby.

She could hear him behind her; breathing, growling. It sent chills down her spine as she race down the stairs, almost slipping but manage to catching her footing in time, using the post to swing her around hard and practically tumble into the cage, hitting the button to close the gates.

With a loud squeak, the cage shut closed and Henley quickly threw the latch to lock it before flinging herself back, away from the danger outside. She felt herself slump to the floor, breathing heavily, hard as she finally was able to get a good look at the creature that was haunting this place.

         oh.   oh  this  wasn’t  good  at  all .   stupid   mechanical   mutt  ran off  again,   chasing anything   &  everything  but  the  one  thing  it  was  build  for.   originally  he  built  the dog  to  scare  off children  &  one   specific  annoying  sportself,   but   of   course,   taming   a   robot   canine   was   not   as   easy  as  he  thought .            it   ran off  into   some  ...   what   was   this   place   anyway ?   an   old   warehouse ?    a studio ?   looks   like   it’s   been  abandoned   for  years.  ━━━ his   foot   sunk   into   a   puddle   of   something   black,   wet   ━   oil ?   grease maybe ?   he bend down   &   touched his  stained  pants leg .                                                                                     was this ... ink ?

She takes the basket of eggs with a smile. She certainly didn’t expect this but the gesture made her happy.

“Thank you! Oh! I have something for you too!”

She then digs around her bag and hands him his own basket filled with all sorts of homemade treats.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I made you a bunch of stuff!”

@adernon

Hey! What is that coming flying right at h-OH MY FUCKING GOD!

—BONK!

Warm smile tainting the fear he should be feeling, replacing grief with his occassional ignorance. There was no telling Henry’s place in this studio was nothing more but a game of catch. He throws his star in a gentle pace to his so called partner, the Disney want-to-be. He catches him in his arms, which tainted the demon of more sinsand lies Henry strode away from through hisunknowings.

Face to face with the demon himself, in all of his glory, the betrayal he felt in his heart ceased to exist, a warm embrace was to be made, through death or reversal of Bendy’s role, it does not matter which.

[ I’m not running any more. ]

These words left his lips as casual as a normal conversation would lead.