Henry's Unfortunate Ink-antation Part 6
[submitted by: @the-elusive-blue-skittle]
In the morning, the smell of coffee wakes Henry up from a nice, restful slumber. He sits up in bed and rubs his eyes, soon finding that Bendy had curled up next to him in his sleep. Henry shuffles out of bed, stumbling as he has to get used to his noodly legs all over again. Slugging over to the nightstand, he finds a note with his name on it next to an inkwell.
In order to keep your strength up (you were melting when I found you in the music department last night…), you need to drink this. It may taste funny, but you can’t go on without drinking it forever.
Henry winces. He doesn’t want to drink it! God, it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever heard of, and he HAS to do it. The little toon whines,
“I don’t wanna drink it…”
Bendy rolls over and opens an eye, muttering to Henry. “Quit whinin’ an’ just do it, ya big baby…”
Henry rolls his eyes and uncorks the bottle. Grimacing, he plugs his nose with one hand and chugs the black fluid. Once he’s finished, he coughs a small amount of the liquid up and into his hands.
“Oh, gross!! So disgusting…”
There’s a mug of hot coffee also sitting on the nightstand, poured into Henry’s favorite mug, which is ironically labeled:
And if it’s in HENRY’S MUG, it must be for him. He picks it up and looks inside, tilting his head a little. Aren’t toons not allowed to drink coffee? He takes a sip…
Ew, decaf. Well, it’s better than nothing to get the taste of ink out of his mouth. The little toon wanders out into the rest of the studio, where people are waiting in line to punch in for the day. A few employees stop what they’re doing to gawk at Henry, and it makes him feel two inches tall…
Maybe in heels.
He gets nervous, legs quivering beneath him in a comical fashion. “Wh-What’re you all starin’ at me for?”
Oh, right. He’s a toon. Perhaps he’s getting a little TOO used to this. His co workers continue to stare at him, making the toon unbearably nervous.
“Hey, stop that, would’ja? Please? It’s not polite to stare!”
At Henry’s escalating frustration, the majority of employees quickly glance back to their work, though some of the older individuals still raise an eyebrow in confusion.
Henry pouts, waving them off. “Feh.. To heck with you all…”
Chugging the rest of his decaf coffee, the toon makes his way to the staff lounge to put his mug away. Before long, he fails to pay attention to his surroundings and proceeds to run straight into one of his co workers, knocking his glasses off his face in the process.
Uh-oh. He can’t see without his glasses. LITERALLY. Everything is black around him, unable to see who he ran into.
“Oh, my, Henry, I’m so sorry! Here, let me help you…”
“S-Susie? Is that you? I can’t see a thing!”
The blonde-haired woman notices Henry’s glasses on the floor in front of her. She helps the little toon to his feet, and carefully pushes his glasses onto his face with a smile.
“There. That better, sugar?”
“Yeah, much better… Thank you, Susie.”
“It’s no trouble! What happened, by the way? You, uh…”
Henry sighs. “Pranks happened.”
Susie snorts at how high-pitched and Bendy-like Henry’s voice had become. Though not quite on-par with how he usually MOCKS the little devil, the pitch is nearly a perfect match. She’d know about that kind of thing.
“Hey! What’cha laughing for?”
She waves him off. “Oh, n-nothing, I just- eheh- I was just thinking about somethING-”
Susie gets thrust into a full-blown laughing fit, though with no ill intent. “I’M SORRY, I CAN’T-”
Henry seems terribly confused. He’s gotten more into the mind of a toon, so when Susie started laughing at him without him having done anything funny, you can bet the little toon would be met with befuddlement.
“No, really, Susie, I don’t get what’s so funny!”
Susie wipes a tear out of her eye, going back to meeting her co worker’s gaze. “It’s just… Heehee… I’ve never heard that voice before! Are you doing that on purpose?”
“No, I’m not doing it on purpose! It’s stuck like that!”
“Oh, Henry, you’re the second cutest thing I ever did see..”
“What’s the first?”
“Ah, well… I won’t say a word!”
Susie looks at the clock. It’s already eight-thirty!
“Oh, golly.. Look at the time! I’ll see you around, Henry. Take care, now!”
Susie wanders off, humming to herself as she goes to her own department for the day. Henry blinks.
“What just happened?”
Norman stands up in his projector booth, joyfully drumming his fingers to the beat of the band playing down below, when Sammy Lawrence bursts in and shouts,
“STOP THE BAND! STOP EVERYTHING!”
The violins screech to a halt as the trombone honks pitifully.
“YOU’RE DOING IT ALL WRONG! MY LORD, WERE YOU ALL RAISED IN A BARN?!”
The music director throws down his clipboard in a small fit of rage, stomping down the stairs to confront and conduct the band himself. If it can’t be done right…
Meanwhile, Henry’s having a chat with one of his co workers over a cup of decaf coffee. The toon is standing by the door, finding it too difficult to squirm up and onto one of the high-up chairs in the break room.
“And that’s when I said: ‘How are we gonna get that many cucumbers this late at night?!’ ”
The other man in the room, Shawn Flynn, laughs boisterously. “AHAHAHAH, AH WOW… Henry, you are a RIOT!”
“Thank you kindly,” Henry replies with a smirk, adjusting his tie in a conceited fashion.
SLAM. Sammy storms in the room with a bitter scowl, with Susie following close behind to try and talk some sense into him. Shawn stares at the door in disbelief as Sammy shouts at the top of his lungs about the clarinet players.
“AND THEN MICHAEL STARTED PLAYING IN THE WRONG KEY! CAN YOU BELIEVE-”
“WHEN THE DRUMMER STARTED PLAYING ON TWO AND FOUR INSTEAD OF ONE AND THREE!! OOOH, THAT JUST-”
“SAMMY!!! GET’CHER HEAD OUTTA YER TROUSERS AN’ LISTEN TA ME!”
“Oh, for the love of.. WHAT, SHAWN, WHAT?!”
“Henry was behind the door you were slammin’!”
Sammy turns around to look at the entrance, where a half-splattered Henry peels himself off the wall and lands on his face on the hardwood floor. Susie gasps, and turns to Sammy with an intense stare.
“Sammy! Look what you did!”
“But Susie, I-”
Susie approaches Henry with a panicked expression.
“Sugar, are you okay?!”
Henry, feeling the most nauseous he’s ever been, can’t seem to find the motor skills to open his mouth and speak, not to mention that his voice hasn’t exactly found its way back to his body. The toon nods, soon slapping a hand over his gooey mouth. He feels like he’s going to be sick.
Susie turns back to her partner. “Sammy, if you hadn’t been waltzing around and slamming doors, this wouldn’t’ve happened!”
“He had it coming to him!! Maybe he shouldn’t have been standing behind the door!”
“What if he was about to leave?!”
Henry stumbles to his feet with the help of Susie. The toon wobbles, holding a hand to his forehead as he adjusts his glasses with the other.
“Hooh, wow-wie… That’s less fun on this side of it…”
SLAM! Bendy bursts in the room, frantically glancing around. “Where’s Henry?! Is he okay?!”
Shawn is trying his hardest not to bust out laughing. The door slowly swings shut, revealing a re-splattered Henry all over the wall.
The little devil panics and produces a giant spatula out of nowhere, proceeding to shove it underneath the splattered animator to pry him off the wall. After successfully peeling Henry off, Bendy carefully and fearfully coaxes Henry to reform.
“Aaaaalright, nice and easy.. Find yer face, pally….”
Henry slowly forms a body of pure black ink. He rises to… Whatever replaces his feet and stumbles. He can’t see a thing! The splattered toon tries to communicate this problem, though only soft squeaks and growls come out of his half-formed mouth. Henry almost immediately goes into panic mode, and Bendy has literal alarms going off inside his head.
“H-Henry, ya gotta calm down! Yer fine!”
The taller toon shakes what could be perceived as his head as he grasps at what could be perceived as his throat.
“Yer throat? No, no… Yer voice? That’s gotta be it! Henry, yer voice is gonna come back, don’t worry, but right now, ya gotta focus on the rest’a yaself!”
Henry gurgles and coughs, seeming to nod in understanding. Bendy goes back to gently coaxing the other to reform, small bits at a time.
After about half an hour, Henry is mostly reformed, but still fairly blackened and goopy. At least he’s got his face, body, and hands under control. His little friend carefully helps him stand up once more. The taller toon coughs hoarsely into his hands, threatening to keel over again. Bendy pats his back softly with a small smile.
“Easy now, pally… You got this..”
Henry shudders. Everything is cold, his inky hair won’t stay out of his face, and he can’t stop shaking. He glances down at Bendy for a moment before swiftly, though wobbily, scooping him up in a big hug. The little devil opens his mouth to tell him to put him down, but this time…
He doesn’t quite mind.
Bendy smiles big, wrapping his arms around his beloved animator in a tight squeeze.
“Eheeheehee… You’re welcome, Henry.”
// I WILL NOT DISAPPOINT, EVEN THOUGH I’M AT DETENTION
((THANK YOU FOR ANOTHER PART, I’m sure people will appreciate this after all the Pain ‘round here lately. I mean this chapter’s a little sad too, but it’s got some cute in there still.))