《Blood and Ink》The Old Song: Part 2
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(I'm skipping a few minutes of the game because 1, no-one wants to listen to the entire game but slightly edited and 2, to save time because screw it. I'm not writing down the entire game, that'd be extreme HELL for me. So with that out of the way, on with the story.)
They finally opened up the door that would supposedly open up Sammy's "sanctuary" after what felt like a quick time event in a video game. The two entered to find a valve, so Henry turned it and the two got startled by another Bendy cutout.
"I swear, it feels like you're lying about it not being you," Henry told him.
"Are you talking about me or other Bendy?"
"Other Bendy."
The two left the room, but then they looked up and saw that same ink guy, although now they could see him better. He was wearing a Bendy cutout head and overalls. Henry, Bendy, and the ink guy just kept looking at each other. Bendy slightly waved, causing the Bendy-masked lost one to wave back. Bendy and Henry looked at each other and decided to move forward but just then, an entire swarm of searchers popped up.
Henry held up his axe, ready for a fight. He began to attack the searchers and slowly, they went away, but they already started to gang up on him. He began to back away, but then another searcher appeared behind him and got him. Soon enough, Henry's vision became blurry and he was starting to die before, out of nowhere, a sharp vine made of ink pierced through three of the searchers.
"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DAD!!!" Bendy screamed as he lashed out at the remaining searchers, killing each and every one of them.
Once that was done, Henry got up and could see better, now that ink was no longer in his vision. He saw Bendy looking pretty bad, but that would be an understatement. He was tall, skinny, and lanky, probably two feet taller than Henry, his teeth were razor sharp, his spine began to poke out of his back slightly, his arms looked more like skeleton arms now, ink almost fully covered his face except for the eyes, and his little devil horns became longer and more flimsy. He began to drip ink before assuming his original appearance while the excess ink seeped back into him. He breathed heavily before walking while Henry supported him due to his legs still having to take a more stable form.
"Are you okay?" Henry asked.
"I'll be fine, I just haven't went Ink Demon for a while. I'll have to get used to it again," Bendy answered.
"Well then be careful. I don't want you to get hurt and you know that," Henry said.
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"I'm aware, Henry. Now come on, we've got to reach that sanctuary," Bendy replied carelessly, standing up on his own and walking beside Henry. His ink covered his eyes, just not his scowl.
Henry looked at Bendy apprehensively, praying his creation would be okay. They continued to Sammy's office, only to find the leak was still flooding it. Bendy then realized something.
"Hold up, there was also that infirmary too right? I think there's a backup valve there too," Bendy said.
"Okay then, Plan B it is then," Henry said as he went to the said infirmary, which was now no longer drowned in ink.
(Skipping because I'm lazy.)
Finally he got the valve from that searcher. He placed it back in its rightful place and turned it. He then heard Bendy.
"It worked!" Bendy yelled.
"Alright, I'm coming back now," he called back.
Henry got back to what was Sammy's office. It was almost stripped bare. Nothing but some stuff on a desk and the pump switch they were looking for. Henry pulled the switch but decided to look just a little bit more and saw a radio and decided to play it.
(? .)
"That's got a nice tune," Henry said to Bendy.
"Sure does," Bendy answered.
Henry was about to go to the blocked off door before he looked at Bendy in a concerned matter.
"Are you sure you're alright Bendy?" He asked.
"Henry, I already said I'll be fine," Bendy said, slightly aggravated, but Henry wouldn't have it. He made Bendy look at him.
"Bendy, look at me in the eyes and tell me you're okay," Henry demanded.
Bendy wanted to look, but he knew Henry was right. He wasn't even sure if he could walk without stumbling. Bendy took a sigh of defeat.
"Okay, okay... You're right. I'm sorry Henry, but I just want you to stay alive down here, and taking care of me isn't gonna get ya nowhere," he said.
Henry hugged Bendy before he had Bendy look at him.
"I'm just going to see if the door's open. I'll come back and get you soon after, alright?"
"Alright..."
Henry gave Bendy another hug which Bendy accepted. Henry patted his head before leaving the room, leaving Bendy to silently pray he'd be okay. Henry got to the door which was originally blocked off by a pool of ink, but just when he was about to go get Bendy, he felt a sting to the head before dropping his axe and passing out.
"Rest your head, it's time for bed..."
"There we go now, nice and tight. We would want our sheep roaming away now, would we? No, we wouldn't."
Henry's eyes slowly opened as he felt a sharp sting on his head before looking up. It was that "Lost One" he and Bendy saw from earlier.
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"I must admit I am... Honored you came all the way down here just to visit me," he said holding Henry's axe, "it almost makes what I'm about to do seem... Cruel."
This has to be Sammy, Henry thought, he sounds exactly like him.
Sammy placed the axe out of Henry's reach, "but... The believers must honor their savior. I must have him notice me." ("Notice me, Senpai!", that's you, Sammy Lawrence.)
"Wait, you look familiar to me... That face... "
"Sammy, it's-"
"Not now, for our Lord is calling us, my little sheep. The time of sacrifice is at hand, and then, I will be free from this... Prison, this inky, dark abyss I call a body."
"Sammy, just listen-"
"Sssshhhh, quiet. Listen. I can hear him, crawling above, crawling," he then looked at Henry, "let us begin. The ritual must be completed."
Sammy turned around and walked to a door before closing it behind him. The speakers in the room turned on.
"Sheep, sheep, sheep, it's time for sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed.
In the morning, you'll be awake,
Or in the morning, you'll be dead,"
Soon the door began to lift open as Henry attempted to break himself free,
"Hear me, Bendy. Arise from the darkness and claim my offering. Free me, I beg you! I summon you, Ink Demon. Show your face and take this tender sheep," he said before a growl could be heard, "no, my lord, stay back! I am your profit, I am your- GAH!"
Henry finally broke himself free and looked at the door Sammy went through to see ink pouring through. He knew what he had to do and grabbed his axe as searchers began to appear. He fought them off and made a run for it. He stopped shortly as he watched the Ink Machine being lowered down an elevator shaft before he continued to run.
Eventually his axe broke so he proceeded until the door in front of him busted open.
"Henry!" Bendy ran over to his creator with tears in his eyes before tackling him in a hug, "God Dammit, this is why I told you not to go on without me."
Henry hugged him back, "I'm sorry for making you worry."
The two then looked at the ink in front of them begin to rumble slightly.
"Henry."
"What is it?"
"That's not me doing that."
The two stood up slowly before the ink began to bubble. They looked at each other before turning their attention to the left and looked at the bubbling ink.
"Run?"
Ink Bendy then jumped out of the ink.
"Run!" The two said simultaneously before breaking into a sprint while Ink Bendy chased after them. Bendy and Henry ran until they saw a door. Bendy ran as fast as he could to the door and held it open for Henry.
"Hurry!" He yelled.
Henry made it just in time as Bendy slammed the door in other Bendy's face and barricaded the door. He banged on the door a few times before they heard him leave. The two sighed in relief.
"Come on, we better keep moving," Henry said.
"Alright," Bendy replied.
They walked into the next room before a can of bacon soup rolled by them.
"Is someone there?" Henry said. Bendy's forearm began to shape into a blade before Henry put a hand in his shoulder. Bendy nodded and shaped his arm back to normal.
"I know you're in here. Come out and show yourself," they heard footsteps and saw a familiar face, "Boris?"
"Boris!" Bendy said happily as Boris himself had a big smile after seeing Bendy's face.
The wolf and the inky cartoon demon gave each other a big hug, "I'm glad to see ya, old chap."
Boris looked around gestured for the two to follow him. Bendy and Henry nodded and followed.
Later... Because I'm lazy
Soon Henry and Bendy settled down in the safe-house. Bendy stayed quiet through half of their trip there and Henry picked that up.
"Bendy, are you alright buddy?" Henry asked.
"..." Bendy just stayed silent before taking a deep breath, "Henry, um, i-is it okay if I call you Dad instead of Henry?"
"Huh, why's that buddy?"
"Well, it's just, I-I mean you're my creator and everythin', and you're a lot like family to me," he said as he put his hand behind his head, "and I-I know it sounds a tiny bit weird, b-but it just came naturally to me that you were kinda like my dad," he started to look away in embarrassment, "s-so is it okay if I called you that?"
Henry felt so bad for Bendy. By leaving the studio, he trusted Joey with living, breathing creatures, including the ones he made. The guilt hurt, but Bendy, his greatest creation, still believed in him, and that's more than enough. He got up, walked over to Bendy, and sat beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Of course you can, buddy," Henry replied.
Bendy smiled before yawning and resting his head on Henry's side. Henry chuckled at Bendy's childlike action.
"Let's get some sleep, okay? We've had a rough day as it is."
Henry got up so Bendy could rest on the hammock. Bendy began to close his eyes.
"G'night dad," and with that, Bendy fell asleep.
"Good night Bendy," Henry replied as he too, went to sleep in his own hammock.
End chapter
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