#foreverfaulty

                 “And what, pray tell, do you plan to do                   when you find him? I’m sure he is all                   too aware of your presence here, and                   once he finds you ---- he won’t be too                   kind, dear.”

    Honestly, those words could have been reserved for any Bendy ---- not really a good idea to mention one of the Bendys on his tail was the now-deceased Joey ( already bad news ), and surely Henry knew of Blight by now...

    But it was Blight she spoke of ---- for it was Blight who, oddly, still held some obsession with Henry. Perhaps it was a desire to finally finish off the “creators” once and for all? She would never fully understand.

This was supposed to be a simple thing to do. Kill Henry, then try to leave the studio to find a fresh start. No one really needed to know that Inky was still here in the first place. Boris was dead, Alice had betrayed him and now he was stuck all alone with the ink whispering maddening thoughts to him.

“S’ not fair! Why did everything have to go to utter shit anyways? Stupid Joey, stupid Alice, stupid Henry! What the hell do they all got against me?”

A small sniffle followed his words, the little demon wiping tears from his eyes. He missed the good old days of the studio, when things were better and not as depressing or maddening. No one should know what he did, what Joey did. Killing Henry seemed the only logical solution to get out without issues.

The toon had seen everything...The toon had seen everything that has happened to when Henry had walked through the door to the abandoned studio...To now...He was how he tried to turn on the ink machine, He saw how he had gotten caught by Sammy and was used for his stupid ritual plan, And he had saw how that rotten angel had used him and Boris to get what she wanted. Now they were here...Henry laying on the floor slightly unconscious while Boris and been pulled away by the angel. He watched it all unfold from just behind a corner where they could barely see him.

The demon was struggling to stay into his normal form. He was trying to stay into his ol cartoon self and was trying to fight back this evil demonic form that had took control of him and surprisingly enough...He managed! However the physical form of this...demonic thing trying to take back control still lingered on. He had to help Henry...If he did then he could help get everything back to normal...Get everything back to the way that it was supposed to be...Slowly...The demon approached Henry and tried to not act very threating where he would run away.

@foreverfaulty

...the last meeting with Henry wasn’t the best one, isn’t it? Things were said, people got hurt, yadda yadda. Stuff like that happens, right? It was a bad day and nobody was happy. As far as Bendy knew he drank a bottle too much of some old ink and kind of lost control of himself.

Not a proper excuse, but he’s getting old too. He can’t take ink so well lately, let alone some that was probably closed in a stinky room for at least 20 years, yeesh.

This time, things could be way more professional. A cartoon must know how to deal with his problems without drowning them in booze, and this time around he will use said ink in a way better way. For example, by drawing a big X on the floor, the exact place where Henry was going to stand on juuust before a giant, old cardboard of the Dancing Demon himself would end up falling from the ceiling, hitting him right in the head-

LET ME HUG OREO

GO HUG HIM YOU EGG.

A small stare upwards at the taller human and Lucas huffed in annoyance. Another one?! Really? The doc said that the place was well fortified, so how the HELL was another human in here?!

The half-demon sighed in annoyance and tapped his foot impatiently.