A/N: This story may contain a few small spoilers for chapter 5.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bendy and the Ink Machine. I just play with the characters.

Joey stood at the sink. Most days he didn't have the energy to clean, but he felt he should make some effort since he had a guest coming over. He looked around his tiny kitchen and couldn't believe he had been reduced to this.

At one time, he was the most important person in his industry. His studio created cartoons beloved the world over. Everyone knew the name of the studio that brought smiles to the masses. Joey Drew Studios. A magical place that was full of dreams and imagination. He was the architect behind all of it. People looked to him and his studio for inspiration. He was on top of the world!

Now look at him. A broken old man in a small home with not a penny to his name. All his fame and fortune, gone. Very few remembered his name. After all the miracles he created, in the end, none of it mattered. They all lost faith in him and the studio suffered for it. They abandoned him and he lost everything.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the living room. His guest was here. Better get his little speech over with so he can send his old pal on his way.

"Henry? So soon?" Joey finished washing the last dish. "I hadn't expected you for another hour yet." Henry didn't say much so he filled the silence with the sound of his own voice. "Now you're just trying to impress me." More silence.

"I know, I know. You have questions." Henry was always so confused when he got to this point. "You always do." It didn't stop him from being curious though and Joey knew how to use that against him. Just like he'd done to the others.

"The only important question is this-" In the beginning, he enjoyed this little game, but now, it just wasn't as fun anymore. "Who are we, Henry?" Joey asked himself this every time he looked at himself in the mirror. He hardly recognizes himself anymore.

"I thought I knew who I was, but… the success starved me." He did a lot of terrible things to get what he wanted. He burned a lot of bridges. "Nothing left but lines on a page." Now he had nothing to show for it!

"In the end, we followed two different roads of are own making." Henry left him! Right when he needed him the most. "You, a lovely family." This part of the conversation always stung. "Me, a crooked empire." He envied the man. In the end, he got the better part of the deal. "And my road burned."

"I let OUR creations become my life." Henry abandoned him to deal with it all on his own! Joey finally turned to look at his friend. "The truth is, you were always so good at pushing, old friend." Henry knew how to get things done for him.

"…pushing me to do the right thing. " Henry kept him in check when his grand ideas got too big for them to handle. Without him, things spiraled out of control. "You should have pushed a little harder." He should have been there to stop him!

Joey settled on a stool behind the counter. His legs had grown weak over the years. He could move around a little, but he depended on his wheelchair more and more.

"Henry, come visit the old workshop…" Joey pointed to the door. Time to send his old friend on his way. "…there's something I want(need) to show you." Why did Henry leave him alone?

Henry… didn't move. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at him. This caught Joey by surprise. This had never happened before. He didn't know what was going on.

"Henry, is something wrong?" Something wasn't right. Henry was suppose to leave. He was suppose to step through that door! He wasn't suppose to be standing here in his kitchen. He was staring at him like…like he knew what was going on. But that's impossible!

Henry shook his head and sighed. A look of pity crossed his face before his eyes hardened. Whatever was happening, Joey didn't like it.

"It's over Joey." Those three little words nearly floored him. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. Something had changed.

"What are you talking about old friend?" He needed to stay calm. He could fix this. Just pour on the charm and he could get Henry back on track. "I just wanted you to see the place where we created magic, for the last time."

"Enough! Just stop." Henry ran his fingers through his greying hair. He looked frustrated. "We will not play this game anymore."

Joey tilted his head slightly. "We?" A new sound got his attention. It sounded like footfalls, only much heavier. No one else should be here!

The sound got closer and a shadow was cast across the floor. Joey almost jumped out of his skin when a large head appeared in the doorway. "Y-You?! It can't be…you can't be here!" The creature froze at the sound of his voice. Its deep growl rumbled through the small kitchen. It ducked and managed to pull it's tall form through the doorway.

Joey tried to get to his feet, but his legs were shaking. Henry moved to the side to allow the beast to come closer to the counter. The kitchen felt even smaller with the creature standing there. He flinched when the monster raised one of its huge hands. It slammed its hand down on the counted and leaned over it.

The beast loomed over him. Its large head full of sharp, yellowing teeth mere inched from his face. Cold air with the stench of rancid ink wafted over his head. All Joey could do was sit there, shaking like a leaf. The beast was terrifying. There was a loud hiss as the creature took in air, then it opened its mouth, and roared.

The sound was deafening and it shook the room. At one point Joey screamed but it was drowned out by the creature's own rumblings. He shut his eyes tight and curled up on the stool. If this…THING was going to tear him apart, he didn't want to witness it.

So Joey waited, and waited, but nothing happened. The kitchen grew quiet save for the beast breathing down his neck. He knew it was here to pay him back for what he did to it. Was it toying with him? What was it waiting for?!

"Joey." The sudden sound of Henry's voice made him jump. "Look at him."

Joey shook his head frantically. Was Henry insane? He wasn't going to stare death in the face. If it was going to kill him, he didn't want to watch!

"JOEY! LOOK AT HIM!" The demand from his old friend caused him to freeze. Henry rarely raised his voice. Memories of their last argument came back to him. That was the one and only time the man yelled at him. Joey had asked too much of him that day. He wanted too much of the man's time. He had taken too much. That was the day Henry walked out and never looked back.

Joey finally opened his eyes. His view was dominated by a gaping mouth full of sharp teeth. The beast just stood there and even though he couldn't see its eyes, he knew it was studying him. The demon tilted its large head then huffed in his face. The smell of stale ink made him lean back as far as he could go without falling off the stool.

The beast backed away, giving Joey much needed breathing space. It stood next to Henry and they were both watching him.

"W-What's going on here?" He was upset and confused. This wasn't right. This had never happened before. That monster had no right to be in his home! There was a reason he locked it away. It was never meant to see the light of day. It was a reminder of his-

"Joey." Henry's calm voice cut through the chaos swirling in his mind. "It's done. Bendy will no longer be a symbol of your failures." Failures. He never claimed to be perfect, but he hated having his failures shoved in his face. It's the reason he got rid of this…MONSTROSITY in the first place!

"I will no longer be responsible for the problems you've caused." The truth of that statement cut too deep. Everything he'd done up to this point wasn't all his fault! If only the workers had more faith in him… If only Henry had stuck around to help him… If only…

Henry shook his head. "Bendy will no longer be chained to your past." It was almost like he could read Joey's mind. The disapproval in his eyes made him feel worse. Deep down, Joey knew that he had no one else to blame for the lives he ruined but himself. He just wasn't ready to admit to it.

Henry turned and headed towards the back door. The beast followed close behind. He paused when his hand touched the doorknob. He frowned slightly. "We will not bare the burden of your mistakes." He looked at Joey with a sad smile on his face. "I've freed us. Now, you need to free yourself."

Joey sat there, shell shocked. Henry made it sound so easy. He tried to move on after he lost everything. He just couldn't. Those that left him created better lives for themselves. At the end of the day, he had nothing but his memories…and that left him bitter.

Joey ran his hand down his face. "I-I don't know if can." He sighed and felt extremely tired. "Can you help me, old friend?" The plea in his voice rang in his ears. In the past, his pride would have gotten in the way. Right now, it didn't matter.

The demon growled softly and Henry shook his head. "No. That's something you're gonna haveta figure out on your own." He pulled on the doorknob and a bright light flooded the kitchen. "Goodbye, Joey." Henry and the demon stepped out the door and disappeared.

The bright light consumed everything around Joey. He threw his arm up to shield his eyes, but it didn't help. Fear gripped his heart as the world around him faded away. "Henry? Henry, wait! HENRY!"

Joey awoke with a start. His breathing was heavy and his heart was trying to beat out of his chest. He laid in his bed and stared at the ceiling. He thought about the dream. He knew what it meant.

Henry. That clever, talented, and stubborn man. He found a way to escape the trap he set for him.

Joey should have been angry. He had spent years planning this. He wanted his old friend to suffer for abandoning him. He felt so satisfied when he managed to trick him into going back to the studio.

He was able to watch Henry through his dreams every night. Joey even developed a sick sense of glee every time Henry fell through the floor or got killed by the various creatures that roamed the halls. He watched as the man struggled to get to the end, only to have it start all over again. It was one big game to him and Henry was his pawn, to do with as he pleased.

After awhile, the game stopped being fun. Night after night Henry kept trying to escape and each time, he failed. The glee Joey felt in the beginning turned into something less pleasant.

Now, he just felt sad and empty. He just wanted to end, but it didn't. This was another mistake to join the pile of others he made over the years.

This last dream. That "Goodbye". The finality of Henry's words made his old heart twist. Joey knew, he just KNEW that he ruined what little friendship they had left. The fact that he just realized this AFTER everything he'd done shows exactly why Henry left him in the first place.

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Henry's senses started to return to him slowly. He knew without even opening his eyes that he was laying on the ground. It was cold and hard…and it felt like stone? There was fresh as well. It lacked the stench of stale ink that he had come to know and hate. Was that the wind caressing his skin?

He was almost too scared to open his eyes. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he couldn't lay on the ground forever.

Henry sighed and slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw, after his vision adjusted, was a few stubborn tuffs of grass. It was growing out of a crack in the concrete. Concrete. That's what he was laying on! There was no concrete in the studio…

He struggled to sit up and he looked around. He was sitting on the walkway that lead to the front doors of the studio. It was night but the streetlights provided him with enough light to see. The stars twinkled overhead. It was night…and he was outside. Outside of the studio! It worked! He was free! Free…

Henry looked around frantically. He couldn't have been the only one that made it out. He promised him they would make it out together! He promised…

A soft moan caught his attention. There was a small form curled up on the ground a few feet from him. Henry crawled over to it. "Please, please, please be okay." he whispered. The body was as small as a child and as black as the darkest shadows. His heart stuttered when he turned the little toon over.

"Bendy? Bud, open your eyes!" Henry pulled him into his lap. He looked just like the little devil darling he drew so many years ago. He even had his signature bow tie. "We did it! We're free!" He held the little toon close to his chest and waited.

There was another moan. He was relieved when Bendy struggled to open his eyes. When he finally did, Henry was startled. The toon didn't have pie cut eyes like he originally drew them. His pupils were small black dots in the middle of a light grey iris that was surrounded by a pitch black sclera. It was a little unnerving the way he stared up at him. A shaky gloved hand reached up and touched his cheek. "H-Henry? Is it really you?" Henry chuckled and squeezed Bendy's hand. "Yeah, it's me."

The toon's smile grew wobbly. He looked like he was going to burst into tears. "I can't believe it. I'm really here! I didn't fade away…"

Henry smiled. "I knew you wouldn't." The little toon's eyes grew wide when he realized where they were. "Henry? Are-Are we…outside?" He nodded and helped Bendy as they both stood up. Henry watched as the little demon stumbled around. He seemed a little overwhelmed.

Henry stared up at the sky. He was free. He can go home. Linda must be worried sick. He needed to find a pay phone…

"Hey Henry? I think I see someone over there." He blinked and looked in the direction the little toon was pointing. Sure enough, there was a figure laying on the ground a few yards down the walkway. Did someone else escape the studio?

Henry and Bendy rushed to the person's side. He fell to his knees and carefully turned the person over. He heard a soft gasp from the toon. "Who is this?"

It was a woman! She appeared to have dirty blonde hair and was fair skinned. She didn't look like she was hurt. Henry shook her lightly. The woman hissed as she reached up and rubbed her eyes.

"Ugh, what happened?" she moaned. "Where am I?"

That voice! Henry recognized it. His heart leapt into his throat. He couldn't find his own voice. Luckily, Bendy was there to help. "Alice?" the little toon whispered. He looked really scared too.

The woman cracked open one dark brown eye and stared in the direction of the voice. "It's Allison." She blinked when she finally saw the small figure sitting next to her. She didn't seemed scared, just somewhat startled. Who wouldn't be when you had a living cartoon right in front of you. "Who are you?"

"Um, Hi! I'm Bendy!" The toon was rubbing his hands together nervously. Allison tilted her head slightly. "Bendy?"

Henry's eyes widened. That name sounded familiar. As he helped her to sit up, he remembered hearing that name from one of Susie's recordings. "Allison…Pendle?"

The woman snorted and ran her fingers through her hair. "It's Connor now." She froze for a moment before looking around frantically. "Tom!" she shouted. "Tom, where are you!" Allison scrambled to her feet and would have tripped if Henry hadn't caught her.

"I-I need to find him!" She was shaking in his arms. "We came here together…TOM!?" Henry did his best to calm her down as they looked around the area. They walked towards the building and that's when they noticed someone leaning against the outer wall. Half of the body was hidden in shadows and they weren't moving.

They rushed over and Allison knelt next to the figure. It was a man. He had curly salt n' pepper hair, a mustache, and a short beard with streaks of grey in it. His head lolled to the side but he was breathing.

"Tom? Tom honey, wake up!" She slapped his face lightly. Her voice hitched as she called out to him. "C'mon Tommy, open your eyes! Please…" She shook his shoulders and stared into his face.

Bendy sat on the opposite side and held the unconscious man's hand. "Please wake up Mr. Thomas!" His strange eyes darted over Tom's body. Worry was etched all over the toon's face.

Thomas suddenly took a deep breath and a horrible cough wracked his body. Allison threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Tom! Oh thank god! I-I thought I lost you!"

The man cracked open his eyes. Bendy let go of his hand and he reached up to return the hug. He cleared his throat a few times before he could speak. "Ali? Ali, don't cry. I'm okay…"

Henry breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down on the ground. He was glad he wasn't the only one that made it out alive. He wasn't sure if his plan would have worked on them too.

A small whimper from Bendy got his attention. Henry asked what was wrong. All the little toon could do was point to Thomas. He looked to where Bendy pointed and his heart dropped. The man was missing an arm. The limb was gone from the elbow down, just like the Boris in the studio. "Mr. Thomas?"

Thomas turned towards the small voice. His eyes grew wide and he stuttered slightly. "B-Bendy?" Allison let him go and stared at the little toon. "Is it really you?" He reached out and placed his hand on top of the toon's head. "You're alive!"

"Is this THE Bendy you told me so much about?" Allison asked. She reached out and poked the little toon in the cheek. Bendy looked just as surprised as she was.

Thomas smiled. "Yup! He is the first and only Bendy we brought to life." He chuckled. "The little guy was…strange at first, but he grew on most of us. Hell, he used to follow me everywhere!" He ran his fingers over the little toon's widow's peak. "He used to watch me whenever I worked on the machine. Always lookin' over my shoulder."

Henry's lips twitched. Well, the demon's behavior in the power room makes sense now.

Thomas sighed. "When Joey took you away, I didn't want to work here anymore. So, I trained someone else to maintain the machine." He smiled sadly. "I'm glad you're alive, little fella."

Bendy hardly heard what the man said. His attention was on the Thomas' missing arm. He reached out with a shaky hand and touched it. "D-Did this…happen here?" Henry could see streams of ink running down his face. "Did I-I do this?!" The toon looked horrified.

Thomas was shocked. "What? No no no!" He ruffled his fingers between the demon's horns. "I didn't loose my arm here. This happened years after I left the studio. It was a…work related accident." Bendy leaned into the man's hand. Thomas hummed and looked around. "I could have sworn I was wearing my prosthetic when we got here. I must have lost it…"

Thomas's eyes finally landed on Henry and they narrowed. He pulled Allison closer to him with his stump. Boy, did that look familiar. "Who are you?"

All eyes were on him now. He held up his hands to show he meant no harm. "My name's Henry." Allison and Thomas stared at him. There was a spark of recognition in their eyes. "Henry?" Allison whispered.

Thomas scowled. "What's going on here?" he demanded. His voice was very gruff and full of frustration. "I know you, but I'm sure we've never met before!"

"I know this is confusing.". Henry ran his fingers through his hair. "Could you tell me why you're here and what happens to you? Things will make sense afterwards."

Allison and Thomas looked at one another. "Well, I kept in touch with Joey years after I left the studio." Allison tugged on a lock of her hair. "One day, Joey asked if I could go back to the studio. He had filed for bankruptcy and was loosing the building. He just wanted a few souvenirs before everything in the place got scrapped." Her brows knitted together slightly. "He said he was too sick to go himself."

Thomas grumbled. "There was no way I was going to let her go alone. 'sides, I figured I could snag some old equipment while I was there." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "As soon as we walked through those doors, I knew something was wrong."

Henry frowned. "How so?"

"The lights were still on!" Thomas looked Henry in the eyes. "This place's been shut down for years. Everything should have been turned off!"

Now that Henry thought about it, the power was on when he arrived too. Some of the radios and even the projector was working. He didn't pay that fact little attention. Looking back on it now, he wished he had.

"The atmosphere in the place was odd too." Thomas had a far away look in his eyes as he stroked his beard. "I needed to check it out…so me and Ali took a few flights of stairs down. Heh, I never trusted the elevators in this place." After the many falls he took, neither did Henry.

"There was ink all over the walls. Wally didn't keep the pressure under control like I told him too! The idiot…" Bendy giggled as Thomas grumbled that last part. "We came to this room…" He suddenly had a haunted look in his eyes.

Allison caressed his cheek before continuing the story. "It had a strange…symbol painted on the floor. We stepped inside to get a better look, then…" she trailed off and she scrunched up her face in concentration. She shook her head and started to panic. "I-I can't remember…" Thomas wrapped his arms around her. "Why can't I remember what happened?"

Henry grimaced. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what happened. He waited for Allison to calm down before telling them why he ended up at the studio. He told them about the pipes bursting when he turned on the machine and how he ran for the exit only to fall several floors down. He told them about the room with the symbol and how he passed out.

Henry told them about the other beings he ran into including the Butcher Gang, Sammy, and Alice Angel. Allison's eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline, but she didn't say anything.

When he told them how Bendy chased him throughout the studio, the little toon whimpered softly. He stared down at his gloved hands and refused to look at anyone. He only looked up when a warm hand landed on his shoulder. "Hey bud, you know I'm not angry, right?" Bendy sniffled and a little ink ran down the side of his face. "I don't blame you for any of that. We didn't know what was going on at the time." The toon gave him a shaky smile and he nodded.

Henry continued. He told them how he was saved by another Alice and then taken prisoner by her and another Boris called Tom. Now it was Thomas' turn to have his eyebrows nearly crawl off his face.

He told them about the loops and how he slowly put a plan together. He wasn't sure if it would work, but he had to try. In the end, it did and here they were. Finally free of that nightmare. They all sat on the ground, mulling over everything that's happened.

"THAT SON OF A BITCH!" The silence was shattered by Thomas' gruff voice. "He knew! He knew what happened here and he sent us in anyway?!" He raised a shaky fist. "If I ever see him again, I'll give him more than a piece of my mind." he said ominously. Bendy's smile grew a little wider and his eyes sparkled with mischief. Henry chuckled and shook his head. He knew where Thomas was coming from. He felt the same way.

"But…" Everyone turned to Allison. She still looked confused. "Why are we still alive?" They all grew quiet again, lost in their own thought.

"Maybe…" Henry scratched at the back of his neck. "Maybe it's because you weren't outright sacrificed like the others." He waved his hand towards the building. "Since you weren't the 'heroes' of Joey's story, you became characters within it."

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. "You were Alice Angel's voice actress so that's what you became." He pointed towards Thomas. "Joey didn't know you'd be there so the studio turned you into one of the most successful clones it produced: Boris."

"What about the others?" Allison asked. "Are they still trapped in there?"

"No." Everyone turned to the little toon but he was staring at the Joey Drew Studios sign above the front door.

"How do you know that, bud?"

Bendy tilted his head as though he was listening to something. "The studio is empty. Without power, the ink couldn't hold their souls anymore. I can feel it." He turned towards Henry and smiled. "You did it! You set them free!"

Henry took a minute to let all of that sink in. That weight that had been sitting on his shoulders all this time had finally lifted after hearing that. He wished he could have done something before so many people lost their lives, but at least they could move on now.

He sighed and shook his head. "You know, no matter what that studio did to you two," he smiled at Allison and Thomas. "you both managed to find one another in all that chaos."

The couple glanced knowingly at one another. Thomas leaned in and kissed Allison on the forehead. "Of course. She's MY angel."

Allison sighed and leaned back to get a good look at Thomas' face. "How long have we've been trapped in that place." That was a good question. Henry didn't have an answer for her.

"I dunno sweetheart, but I do know we must have people worried sick about us." He gave Henry a slight nod. "Lets go home."

Allison and Henry helped Thomas to his feet. He slung his arm over her shoulder and leaned on her for support.

Bendy looked between Thomas, Allison, and Henry. The little toon was wringing his gloved hands together nervously. "Home?"

Henry knelt down and placed his hands on the toon's small shoulders. "That's right bud. You're coming with me." Bendy's smile grew watery and inky tears ran down his cheeks. He hugged Henry and buried his face in the man's chest, staining his shirt with his inky tears. "Thank you." Henry had no intention of leaving him behind.

"Oh wait!" Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. He handed it to Henry. His name and number was on it. "Keep in touch, yeah?" He patted Bendy on the head. "Let me know how the little guy's doing."

Henry promised he would. They walked around to the back of the building where two vehicles were parked. One was an old pickup truck. The other was a sedan. Both were covered in a thick layer of dust.

Henry remembered seeing the truck when he parked in the lot. He thought someone had abandoned it and didn't give it a second thought. Hind sight is 20/20 they say.

After giving Thomas a little jump start, the group went their separate ways. Henry drove through the rest of the night. He did find a pay phone along the way and called home. He had never been so happy to hear his wife's voice. It broke his heart to hear her so hysterical over the phone and promised to tell her everything as soon as he got home.

Bendy was in the passenger seat. The little was sound asleep. Cartoon-ish Z's floated above his head. Henry didn't know what the future held for the little guy, but he would make sure he wouldn't face it alone.

He pulled into his driveway just as the sun was coming up. Henry rubbed at his eyes. He was so tired. All he wanted to do was climb into his warm bed and let sleep claim him for a few hours.

Bendy had woken up thirty minutes ago. The little toon had spent that time bombarding him with a bunch of questions. Henry tried to answer as many as he could, but his mind was running on fumes, and it was hard for him to concentrate.

They got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Henry stuck his keys in the door. He barely turned the key when the door flew open. It was Linda! Her eyes were puffy and red. Dry tears had left streaks down her cheeks. She rushed forward and nearly knocked him over as she wrapped her arms around him.

Hearing Linda cry made his chest tighten. He held her close and whispered "I should have listened to you. Everything is fine now. I'm not going to leave you again!" Henry rocked her in his arms until she finally calmed down.

"I'm just glad you're home." She squeezed him tightly. It was almost as if she need to make sure he was really there. Henry buried his face into her soft, curly hair. He missed her so much.

He held for a little bit longer before reluctantly pulling away. Her breath hitched and she rubbed the tears from her eyes.

"Henry?" He could see the hurt in her eyes. He never wanted to see that again.

"Linda, I'd like you to meet someone." That's when she noticed a small figure hiding behind her husband's legs. At first she thought it was a child, but the body was black with a little white bow tie near its…neck? It didn't have a neck! Its round head just seemed to float above its shoulders. It had strange eyes and a nervous grin on its face. "This is Bendy."

The little creature looked up at her. He looked scared. Was he scared of her?

Linda put on her best, reassuring smile and held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Bendy." He hesitated for just a moment before reaching out and shaking her hand.

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-A Few Weeks Later-

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Henry was sitting at his writing desk. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and a pen in the other. There were a stack of letters and pieces of paper on its surface. The letters were from Joey. They were all unopened. Linda wanted to burn them, but he asked her not to. Maybe one day he'll read them, but not today.

The papers were covered in drawings. They were little comic strips he had been working on. It had been a long time since he'd drawn something like this. He could admit, he was a little rusty.

"What are you working on?" Linda walked into the room and was looking over his shoulder.

"It's just a small comic strip. I was thinking about submitting it to our local newspaper." The comic was about Bendy and the first time he got to try real iced cream. His reaction to the cold treat was priceless.

Linda giggled. "I remembered this! He ate it too fast. Poor thing ended up with an iced cream headache." She spent an hour trying to convince him that the treat was good. He just needed to eat it slowly next time.

"If they like this, who knows, maybe I could submit a new strip to the Sunday funnies every week." Henry looked into the living room. Bendy was sitting on the floor with their granddaughter. They were both eating a bowl of cereal and watching cartoons on TV.

Henry shook his head and smiled. "Lord knows he gives me enough material to work with." It was strange having a cartoon living under their roof. Bendy had a few issues, but they promised to help him through it. Life had definitely gotten more interesting with him around.

E/N: Well, this is it! This is the ending I wanted to give them. I have so much fun writing for this fandom. I hope y'all enjoy this and thanks for reading my little story.