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                               “ I don’t even know why I’m here.

               I don’t even know why all of this is happening to me. “

                                        Revived from inknorant

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haaaaaaaa apparently Henry’s muse came back.

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Oof I thought I was gonna be active here, but I’m...not? I guess I just lost muse for Henry.................... ( hopefully it’ll come back once chapter 5 hits ). So I guess for now Henry will be on a brief hiatus until I get muse for him again. I’m sorry for those new followers who wanted to interact, though let me let you know that there are other awesome Henrys out there you can interact with!! 

Though if you still want to interact with me, Henry is gonna have to wait til I get this muse back. However, as said before my main writing motivation has risen here! So I’ll be over there for a while!

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instrumentsofcyanide replied to your post “[ Well that’s one ticket to destination “ I’m not taking ‘ Bendy ‘ on...”

[ Ritz vc ] fite me.

[  No. ]

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[ Well that’s one ticket to destination “ I’m not taking ‘ Bendy ‘ on one v. one “ - town. ]

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I am...so sorry for the inactivity.

This blog won’t be going on a hiatus anytime no, I’ve just...lost writing inspo for this dude right now. I will be getting to replies, but muse just keeps striking up for this dude right now and I had been keeping focus over there instead of here.

Buuuuuut I hear that Chapter 5′s trailer is coming out tomorrow!! Hopefully after I take a look and then have this certain dash be bombarded by theorists and reaction posts, Henry will rise out of his inky grave.

But for now, catch me rhythmically over there!

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                                       Joey Drew ( nctherchpter )

|Joey|-  

He was only trying to sugar coat what a terrible sin that Henry has done. Oh my, Linda was murdered? Well– So was HIS WIFE but in a more FIERY END RESULT. But– You don’t see Drew blabbing about it nor take such shotty drugs to ease the pain. He had OTHER MEANS to let out such bad vibes.

❝ Not at all, such a shame… And I never saw you as the violent type… ❞

He pats Henry’s shoulder before pulling away. He could use this to advantage– Having Henry cause such a public stir would surely give him a pink slip. Even frighten dear Bendy as well, to never trust the man again.

❝ Because you are one of my best animators there Henry, there is no denying that… And I want you mentally sound. You don’t look so good. And I why should I fire you at a few minor disputes? It was all kept behind closed doors, don’t want those violent feelings coming out. Now do you? ❞

He’ll admit it, there was some regret in killing the guy. But what was he to blame? This, was the Great Depression, where anger and despair spreads around the country through financial stress. Everyone is not immune.

[ No, I wouldn’t. ]

Henry stares up at Joey in a cautious matter. The way the words left his lips tells him of a much, different future. Of course, he doesn’t know what. However he doesn’t trust it as much as he doesn’t trust the haunted house downstairs.

[ I held a pen to your throat, why is that detailed under “ minor disputes “. But if that’s how Joey Drew is, then that’s how you are. I’m not stopping you. ]

Slowly standing up from his seat, he adjusts his outfit in a sort of way. He couldn’t help but to take in a deep breath whilst adjusting his tie.

[ If you want to help me, then be my guess. Work overtime, don’t go home, sleep in the office, anything. As if I can go home after all the levels of hell we’ve gone through to get to where we are.. ]

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Just a sort, of dying, yet amusing  -

[ - HA! ]

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And here comes Oreo rushing into the hospital room, this time in a fancy dress and a cute little hat to hide his horns. He's nearly missed the memo but now he's here and NOT happy at all. " Henry ! What happened to ya ? ! "

As if on cue, the cartoonist could see the little dancing demon within his room, happy to unhappy, to worry and shock. And soon to anger, once Henry answered his undying question. Sitting up on the bed, he gives Oreo a solemn expression of guilty, near emptiness as again, the paleness of his skin shows all exposure.

[ Shot. ]

His voice was low, but loud enough for Oreo to hear.

[ With a gun, I was shot 3 times in the abdomen by “ you know who “. I’m lucky to be alive just talking to your right now. Obviously I can’t work until I recover from this, but as long as I stay in this bed, I’ll be fine. ]

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                                         Joey Drew ( nctherchpter )

|Joey|-  

Seems like his manipulation turned out to be some truth after all. Mister Drew was glad this lead off the actual problem of a certain ANGELIC DEMON lurking around when he SHOULDN’T BE. But it seem the insanity was taking over his favorite animator.

Oh he could have him toy with this– But decided to take it slow. A predator like him to play with his food.

❝ And you seem you have… I can’t have my Henry to be drugging himself to delay himself for seeing toons and God’s knows what. ❞

Joey replies, going behind Henry as he holds the man’s shoulders.

❝ And that’s a shame… To be telling my Bendy that he isn’t real to you. Or even Alice, Boris, Penny… So many disappointed toons wouldn’t like to hear that, now would they? I recommend to get off what you are using, and let your best friend, Joey Drew, to take care of your lil crazy problem… ❞

Even though he was going to give him something FAR WORSE. Henry was getting to close and personal with the toons. Getting them distracted from their work, and his grander plan… Maybe some mixture of that drug he has and some ink should do the trick.

The way Joey coaxed with his word, hands holding to his shoulder, it was obvious he cared for him. But why this all of a sudden? After all the harsh confrontations, a threat to slit his throat with his lucky pen, he decided to care? Maybe..maybe it was the medication that gave him such a negative push? Henry honestly doesn’t know anymore.

A small huff, and his shoulders tense at the feeling, as he stares down at the ground, filled with confusion and anxiety. Why was this feeling there? Hallucinations were at a rise probably, which caused him to blink his eyes closed tiredly.

[ Delay the toons’ existence? The reason why I’m taking those medications is to deny the feelings I had when Linda passed. Didn’t I tell you she was murdered? I stabbed a bitch multiple times because he was the one who did it. When bailed, I went to take the medication to stop being so god damn violent. ]

A shaky sigh before he looks in the palm of his own hands, drenching the memory he was lucky to still have. 

[ Why do you care about me all of a sudden? We..disagree on so many things I’m surprised you haven’t fired me for threatening the CEO. Wanted me to stay here because I gave you the character of mine that filled your pockets with cigarettes and greed? ]

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“I guess the bullets missed the vital organs... Oh well, that’s what I get to try to kill off this... mutualism I have with you. My old naive mind thought if I were to kill you I would kill this feeling, but no, it got worse and I actually felt guilty about it... Human emotions, they terrify me, how they play tricks with your mind...”

The second time Mr. Dobbs has been put in the hospital, this bed of his felt so familiar. The way the words left the lips of Mr. Crafter led to immediate guilt. For what he felt for the toons who loved him oh so much, seeming to have almost given them heart attacks when his blood was spilled under his what’s supposed to be corpse. This was no murder, it was attempted.

[ So you’re not part human after all. ]

A light, brash response from the hospitalized man as he turned his gaze to face his visitor. His skin still so pale,but he was lucky to be alive.

[ Oreo...might be on his way here. I would leave if I were you. I want to be the one to stab you on the back next time we see each other.. ]

[ Goodbye, Charles. ]

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                                       Egg ( hopeful-hugz-batimau )

Hearing the nice art man talking to another worker honestly got Egg to think. He talked about others getting rest so much, yet she never say the human rest, himself.

That’s what prompted the concept to climb up onto Henry’s drawing desk and scribble on the wood. Well, at least as well as a blind and mute toon could.

U                     T      R         S            T                ?          E                       O  O

As soon as he sees the other worker head on off with a slight refreshed mind, Henry sat down by his desk, feeling tired from the harsh work he’s forced himself into doing. Before he falls deep into thought, he noticed something small scribbling on the wood. His eyes widened and turned to see the same little creature as he saw before.

It took his effort of squinting and leaning in a little to decipher the message it wrote.

‘ U R E S T T O O ? ‘

Ah..Egg must had been listening on to his enlightening conversations. It was probably a good question to ask.

[ No, not really. I honestly wish I listen to my own advice. But I don’t, maybe I should. ]

A sigh escapes him as he began to realize the lack of his own ways. The lack of sleep he’s been diving himself in to has brought his energy to a near zero. Who knows when he’ll collapse?

[ Mhhf...how about you? Been getting any good sleep lately? ]

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                                       Joey Drew ( nctherchpter )

|Joey|-  

❝ Besides the toons I’VE CREATED– Sometimes I get paranoid on what Alice and Bendy COULD make on their own… ❞

It seem that Henry must had came across THE CHARMING DEMON of all beings. Besides Penny, he didn’t mind her– She was a waste of space, but Asriel– ASRIEL was a WHOLE DIFFERENT BEAST. He was one that he didn’t want to exist at all.

Knowing that his creations out of his Ink Machine could reproduce an offspring was– OFF PUTTING.

❝ Are you on something Henry…? A new medication perhaps….? You should go see a real doctor, you seem to not right in the head. As if you are seeing things… ❞

To be honest, no, no he wasn’t okay. He was seeing things, feigning innocence and pureness just to stay busy on this job. To stay around the toons around long enough. Yet a rush of internal thought wanted to protest his “ boss “ ‘s first statement. Yet again, he held it in. A pucker of his lips before he scans across the man’s eyes, his own blue hues seems..faded a little.

[ Okay, you got me. No one knows this ( and I don’t know why I’m telling you of all people ), but..I’ve been taking anti-depressants ever since my wife passed. And, yeah - I didn’t see a doctor for them, I found them myself. I guess I’m taking the wrong ones.. ]

A deep inhale, before his eyes narrowed and he nearly collapsed while sitting on the chair.

[ And, I lied. Well... half lied. I have been seeing things, but I’m not sure if they’re real. It’s been happening ever since I started taking them. After you told me that the toons were made by the Ink Machine, I realized that even they weren’t hallucinations. But I still have trouble remembering so, guess that’s another side effect. ]

It hurts him to say that, causing him to sight and lean his head on his hand, on his now organized desk, also seeming to lack energy. What..was happening now?

[ I’m really convinced I took the wrong medication.. ]

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[ Oreo I’m fine. It’s just a bruise. ]

Yeah, a man who falls down multiple flights of stairs after a scare isn’t the best cause of “ fine “. Once Henry gets up, he automatically starts to pick up the papers and materials he had dropped on the way down. Wonder who gave him such a scare..or was he just hallucinating? And became clumsy?

[ Would rather have a bruise on my arm instead of breaking it. ]

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@hopeful-hugz-batimau ( Any Muse Of Your Choice ) [ ? ]

[ You know, it’s good to get some rest once in a while. Don’t worry about the work that isn’t done that day, and continue that the next day. Pace yourself and you will be fine. ]