Norman and Sammy watched in horror as their lifelong friend disappeared like a butcher gang. His body's shadow shaped in ink left stained on the broken wood.
"HENRY!" the two toons yelled in unison.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT YOU HEARTLESS SHE BEAST!"
A young man's voice could be heard from where this Boris came from. And a second later a toon like what Sammy and Norman were, came running out with an axe in hand.
"GRRAAA!" he yelled jumping and then ramming the blade into the monster's open ribs.
It roared and threw the small toon of itself.
"AH!" he yelled landing across the floor with a thud, he stood back up and yelled "Get outta' here!"
It then clicked for Sammy and Norman who this guy was. "Wally?!" they yelled in unison again, "you guys shore are doing that a lot lately," Wally said looking at them with a firm grip on the axe he was holding. He then charged at the monster Boris in front them again and swiped at its arm, it roared in pain again and swatted Wally away again, but this time he flew into the air.
"Hang on!" Sammy yelled, flying up after Wally and catched him, "since when can you fly?" Wally asked, "Since when have you turned into a toon is the better question," Sammy said flying in one spot.
"Guys a little help!" Norman yelled having his snakes strike the monster Boris in front of him to create some distance between them.
Sammy landed back on the floor with a thud, and let go of Wally who immediately ran to Norman's side, Sammy did the same with his wings spread out in a way you would see an animal use to make themselves look bigger.
(Somewhere in the studio unseeable to anyone alive)
Henry felt lighter than usual, he also felt really sad, it was close to the level of when he lost his father. He looked around, and saw Norman, Sammy and a new comer fighting the massive wolf monster.
Henry tried to reach out and grab Norman's hand but he faded through him.
Henry felt a bundle of negative emotions. He could feel horror spiralling in his new figure, doubt, fear, dread. All emotions shaping his air filled figure like smoke. Henry wasn't as scared as you might think though, he's felt worse living in trenches for years at a time.
Henry backed away from Norman and felt himself lower as he rested his body on the ground. He knew he was dead, that was obvious. But how was he meant to come back? Could he come back? He knew he would probably come back as a searcher, but he didn't know how to come back.
But then something from the corner of the room catched his attention that wasn't there before. A tall grim reaper was standing next to the double doors that he and the others came through. It wore a black robe and had a dark blue face, with bright red triangles under is eyes if you looked at them right it would look like a sort of three toed paw print. Its eyes were a glowing magenta with black sclera. And it had skeleton hands with four fingers. It had violet wings on its back, and the same coloured smoke coming out from under its robe.
Henry slowly flouted over and looked up at it, curiosity flowing through his thoughts. He waved at it and the reaper flickered a look of surprise, and then asked- "can you see me?" its voice a wispy male tone with, oddly enough. A germen actsent.
Henry nodded his head, "vhoa…" the reaper said. "Are you zhat demon zhat just died on zhe organ?" he asked. Henry nodded his head again. "I zhough you vould have come back by now," said the reaper. Henry only shrugged.
"Come vith me, I vill take you to a safer place so you can come back." The reaper said grabbing Henry by the hand and started pulling him to a different Bendy statue, so he could came back in a safer environment.
"By zhe vay, mine name is Jerimoth," said the reaper, "Mein name ist Henry," Henry said in germen. He still knew a little from his war days.
"Du kennst Deutsch?" Jerimoth asked, "Ja, ich habe im ersten und zweiten weltkrieg gedient" Henry said. "Zhat's actually kind of cool," said Jerimoth.
(Time skip)
After A long float Henry was back at the room with Bertrum's audio log, and once he came close enough to the statue he was pulled in, and then was brought into a tube of spinning ink he had to fight his way through. There was a light at the end and once he reached it he was brought back in his same figure of a demon.
He looked behind himself and tried to see if Jerimoth was their but he didn't see anyone.
"Jerimoth bist du hier?" Henry asked in germen. He waited a few seconds for a response but none came.
Henry sighed and then heard a high pitched screech coming from the haunted house.
He knew that sound, it was the sound of a projectionist in pain. Zac.
Was he and the others in trouble? Henry was about to find out. He leaped like a cat and started sprinting on all fours to the little miracle station where the others were. He skidded on the dirt as he felt the small rocks role under his shoes.
He threw the door open and saw that they were all gone, but there was no ink around the station telling him that they had been killed. He heard another high pitched screech and then another right after.
'Two projectionists?' Henry thought, then he remembered about Norman. And he then started to cat sprint again down the halls of the haunted house.
Henry was terrified for what he was to see once he got back to that room.
He had lost so much, too quick in his early youth, he couldn't lose the last people that trusted him. And innocent kids were helping to fight that brute, Zac and Aurora. Henry knew what kind of fear they would be experiencing, he was once in that situation himself coming into World War 1. He would have been in much more fear if his dad hadn't come with him, but that choice leaded to his death.
Henry still remembers carrying his father's body bridle style in his arms back to the trenches, and carrying his coffin onto the ship so he could have a proper burial back at his home town. Henry never came to the funeral, he knew he was being a coward, but the last time he when't to a funeral was his own sisters, he didn't want that pain in his heart again like what he had experienced as a child.
He didn't want that feeling of letting someone down again.
His very younger sister Caitlynn drawed Bendy, Boris, and Alice. She was the creator of the trio, and she told Henry that she wanted to see her pictures move like what she saw on the silver screen someday, it was her dream.
But when she passed away at the age of six she asked Henry to make her pictures move. And that began Henry's motivation to become an animator, all for his sisters wish.
Along the line he meet Joey, and through a long story he asked him if he would like to help him in becoming an animator, Joey said yes, so they started to become the best they could in the animation industry.
But then World War 1 came around and by then they had the studio up and running with a good amount of workers.
But Henry did something that he can never tell his friends or Joey once he finds him.
He was never drafted into the first war.
He lied.
To all of his work colleagues, and to his best friend.
He chose to go to the war out of his own will, he thought he could bring back stories for the cartoon, and that only caused disaster for him.
His father died, he broke his whole families trust and hearts when he never came for his own father's funeral, and if he never left in the first place. All of this could have been prevented.
He didn't have time to worry about that now though, he wasn't going to sit and watch his old friends die, he'd be dammed if he will relive that mental nightmare.
{Que awesome and dramatic music}
Trapped within the silence inside
Watching as the days go by outside
All this replacing, disgracing my face in this hollow tune.
The fall of the idol will tear us limb from limb
To where wondering was a sin, to where nightmares can begin
This life did not choose us, it chose to consume us
To ready for the day we march with dread beneath the sway!
Henry shifted back to sprinting normally, with bright red, thin, cat pupils in his black, pie cut ones.
Dark nights are upon us,
Black magic slays on the chorus
For the choir's in tune with an angel
Foresight of the broken chain us
Henry's mussels tighten to his skin and start to swell and bulk with power.
May her demeanour divide us
Within sorrow and blindness
We'll follow where the path of freedom can re-join us now
Henry grows in height, his legs growing longer as he sprints along the rails. His tail throwing itself side to side furiously with his running.
We bow before a fake, for goodness sake
Where's the pride when we needed it to carry away?
This decay, has derailed, now she walks leaving trails of the damned.
Henry smashes through the double doors of the room where the fight was taking place, a 10 foot, black demon.
His horns had shifted in size and style, the small pair at the very top changed from their thorn look to a hook of kinds, his major and longest pair grew up and elongated even further, his next zigzagged away from his head, and the finale pair were like hooks as well, shifted from the thorn look before to their current.
Henry's bow transformed into a look of butterfly from the usual he had.
His elastic classy sleeves now owning little ruby starts on the gold part as the bronze buttons now only on the white, the pair on his arms stayed the same in length from his elbow to his wrist, while the ones on his legs dragged down a little now from the middle of his legs to his ankles.
His feet now three clawed and puncturing the wood under him with no effort.
His legs and whole body owned more mussel as his arms and legs had swollen with strength to kill, and a lot more to spare.
And finally his tail triple in length, and all three barbs in different shape and size.
Henry was blinded by anger and rage as his demons instincts made him see the world in blood, but yet none was spilt. He was about to change that.
Fall into the hands of sorrow
Everyone looked to the doors in surprise as the monster version of Henry stood in the door way.
Drawn by the darkest bay
Henry started taking steps towards the monster Boris in time with the music, then attacking him with the same time as the symbols. Slashing and hacking at it with his claws.
Walk into the pit of silence
I am the one calling your name
I in the name of violence
Sentence you down to hell
Live or you will die,
Just for the sake, fetch me the tools
So I create this instrument of Cyanide
The monster Boris smacks Henry way and sends him crashing into the wall with enough force to leave a crater.
Dark nights have devoured us
I walk this river of conscience
For a time where we come to escape here
This lens has an open vengeance
Henry gets up on his knees and growls deeply, you could even feel the vibrations through the floor.
I've laid in here for the longest time
The deadliest choir chimes for my awakening
This reckoning will see the light tonight
The others step in front of Henry and show off their anger to the beast, letting Henry get up and collect himself.
We bow before a fake, for goodness sake
Where's the pride when we needed it to carry away?
This decay, has derailed, now she walks leaving trails of the damned.
The toons and ink creatures give their hit at a time with the drum and symbol, letting Henry take the finale hits.
Fall into the hands of sorrow
Drawn by the darkest bay
Walk into the pit of silence
I am the one calling your name
I in the name of violence
Sentence you down to hell
Live or you will die,
Just for the sake, fetch me the tools
So I create this instrument of Cyanide
From a distance another angel and Boris hear the fight and start to come running to see what was going on.
It is time for you to leave, or so it may seem
(Empower, desire to reignite the flames)
For there's one more thing you have of mind, the core to my strings
(Empower, desire to reignite the flames)
So as you ascend to the heavens now, I'll drag you back down to hell, listen to me!
(Empower desire to reignite the flames)
Can't you see your friend is now mine, all mine
The monster Boris then wacks Henry at the side of the head, his head moved with the punch but he didn't show any signs of anger until he had his head facing forward again, there was a pause as Henry bent down to stare into the monsters eyes as he walked forward and it walked back now very scared of Henry.
"And when the ashes spread apart
It is then I'll take out his heart." Henry said.
Fall into the hands of sorrow
Henry shoved his hand into the monsters open chest and grabbed a firm grip on something, the monster stalled as it laxed slightly and looked up and Henry with a terrified look on its face.
Drawn by the darkest bay
Henry smiled at the monsters sudden fear and gently squished the organ he was holding, teasing it with pain.
"Walk into the pit of silence
I am the one calling your name" Henry said ripping out its heart and then crushing it in his palm like an apple.
"I in the name of violence
Sentence you down to hell
Live or you will die,
Just for the sake, fetch me the tools
So I create this instrument of Cyanide" Henry said again as the wolf monster started to lose form.
It is time for you to leave, or so it may seem
The angel and other Boris soon see the fight and watch as a hulking Boris loss's figure and starts to melt into an ink puddle.
(Empower, desire to reignite the flames)
For there's one more thing you have of mind, the core to my strings
(Empower, desire to reignite the flames)
So as you ascend to the heavens now, I'll drag you back down to hell, listen to me!
(Empower desire to reignite the flames)
Can't you see your friend is now mine, all mine
The others watch from behind Henry and look at each other in unison, then back at their monster friend.
Dark nights are upon us.
{End awesome music}
"GRRAAAAA!" "Alice" yelled in anger as she charged at Henry with her arms flailing.
But just as she was about to reach Henry, a sword impaled her from the back through to her chest, and when she dropped to the floor, there was another Alice holding the sword that killed the other.