Authoress' note: Aaaaand I'm still alive. I realized I haven't updated this tale in a while, and I don't plan on giving it up soon, so I'd thought I'd give you all a little short piece before I go work on some bigger chapters. It's only going to get crazier from here. Sorry if it looks a little rushed, because it is.

And it seems that some reviewers have graced us with their presence!

theAlmostPorcupine: Maybe they will, maybe they won't but the story's going to take a different turn than you expect. I already know how it's going to end. And I'll look into your story as soon as I can! (Life's been a bit busy)

JOHNHAMMOND1993: Excellent theories, but like I said the story's gonna have a very different twist. Walt passing out at his desk is actually historically accurate. He was the embodiment of a workaholic.

MeliLouiseNorth: What the searchers are will be very important to the story. Man I LOVE seeing you guys theorize! You're all like little MatPats!

SLS: Yes... please... never say that again... (The mental image of that...)

Anywho, on with the story! Or more like a short filler to keep the plot going! Enjoy and tell me more theories!

Bendy never snuck into the Disney Studio after that, which Henry was grateful for. Still, he was always uneasy when he was alone in the animation department. Even though he wasn't officially a Disney employee, his workaholic habits keeps him very late. More often than not he was the last to leave the animation department. It always worried Linda and made Bendy suspicious. When Henry wasn't working he was socializing with the other employees. And by that I mean he was observing their behavior trying to see if he can snuff out a suspect. He often found himself in Walts office piecing together information, which could last until the wee hours in the morning.

About two uneventful weeks go by. Henry had just finished up his work and was quickly put tiredly gathering his things and stuffing them into his briefcase. He had the day off tomorrow, so he was looking forward to a day of rest and maybe a little sightseeing.

Henry had noticed that after the ink creature incident whenever he was there late at night at night he kept his footsteps very soft and all his senses were on full alert. Tonight was no exception. Even though he was at the brink of exhaustion Henry sped-walked though the halls and out the door, almost like a thief with fear of being discovered.

Once he got to his father-in-laws house Henry accidentally bumped his elbow trying to open the car door. Normally he wouldn't react but his fatigue caused him to hiss some colorful words as he rubbed his arm. As the pain eventually wore off, Henry thought he heard something shift in the back seat. It sounded almost like a rustle of a blanket. Henry froze in place, staining his ears. The mental image of one of those ink creatures sneaking home with him made Henry's stomach drop. He sat in the dark for several seconds, occasionally hearing a rustle here and there.

Now convinced that there was an ink creature, Henry made a run for it. Leaving his briefcase in the auto he charged into the house and slammed the door behind him. He then ran to the fire place and grabbed one of the medal rods before running back outside, heart pounding all the way. He thrusted open the back door and was just about to wack whatever was back there when a falsetto voice squeaked in shock and a silhouette the size of a child scrambled to the other side of the passenger seats. Henry's fear turned into confusion. If he remembered correctly the ink monster seemed to have a gurgled moan, and this intruder's voice sounded pretty human compared to it.

Had a child snuck in?

Carefully lowering the weapon, but still having a firm grip, Henry looked into the dark car, straining to make out the silhouette. It was cured into a ball, but it's pale face stared at him in pure terror. Henry blinked, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. The face was not human. It was larger with big eyes and a pointy nose. As reality settled in Henry's stomach, he though he was going to pass out.

It was Mickey Mouse.

Authoress' note: Plot twist, Boris did not eat Goofy.