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“The S-Studio?” Jason looked at him wide eyed. The implications of what that meant slowly sinking in.
Henry turned and headed for the stairs. He didn’t have time to explain. It would take him maybe five hours to reach the Studio. Traffic laws be damned! He just needed June's car keys and-
“Henry wait!” He felt a hand grip his shoulder. Henry growled and pulled away from Jason. There was no time for this!
“You’re not goin’ alone, bro.” No! He was not putting another person in his family in danger. He would have said as much but Jason cut him off.
“There’s no way in the world you’re gonna tell me to stay here!” Jason walked past him. He grabbed his leather jacket and the keys to ‘Lucy’ from the closet. He headed for the front door. “You aren't alone. Not anymore, bro. Besides, we both have a lot to loose.”
Henry stood in the living room for just a moment before following his brother-in-law out the door. Truthfully, he didn’t have the right to tell Jason to stay behind, no matter how much he wanted to keep him safe. Deep down, Henry knew he was right. They both had too much to loose for him to refuse help.
Henry and Jason hopped into the red big rig. She roared to life, they pulled out, and hit the road.
“Alright bro, where am I heading?” Henry was slightly startled. He forgot that neither June nor Jason had ever been to the studio before. Even when he worked there, he didn’t bring his sister to the studio. They were always so busy trying to meet deadlines, he never got the chance to. He sighed and gave Jason the directions.
“Hmm, I can get us there in four, maybe five hours top! We shouldn’t run into too much traffic at this time of night.” Henry was almost relieved by Jason’s confidence. Still the thought that his sister and the kids got dragged to that hellhole made him furious. When he found out whoever was behind this…he would make them wish they never messed with his loved ones.
His thoughts were interrupted by Jason’s voice. “What?”
Jason shook his head but never took his eyes off the road. “I said, where are you bro? You started growling all of a sudden.” Henry groaned and ran his hand down his face. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
“Sorry Jay. I-I'm just worried about everyone. I knew I would have to go back there someday, but not like this!” He could feel the pentagram throbbing lightly and he closed his hand into a tight fist. “If anything happens to them-“
“We’re gonna get them back bro! I promise, we're gonna bring them all home.” Henry could hear the determination in Jason’s voice. He just hoped they get there in time.
“Now, tell me what we’re up against.” Henry closed his eyes and pictured the ink flooded halls of the studio in his mind. He began to tell Jason about the things he faced as he and Bendy tried to escape.
-In The Studio-
The three ink creatures emerged from the portal with their precious cargo. Alice made sure to moved as far away from the ink demon she could get without actually leaving the room. The last thing she wanted was for him to touch her. She looked down at the unconscious toon under her arm. He really was perfect. Maybe if she had his heart, she could finally find perfection, and she wouldn’t have to fear the ink demon’s touch.
The sound of footsteps got the trio's attention. A woman approached them. She wore a off white blouse with ruffles that ran down the center, a brown pencil skirt that went down to her knees, and cream colored flats. Her salt and pepper hair was done up in a tight bun. At first glance, she looked like a no nonsense business woman. The creatures of the studio knew better. She had a leather choker around her neck. It was studded with red gems that she stroked every now and again. She also had cold grey eyes.
“I see you lot were successful.” She stopped a few feet from them and surveyed their ‘cargo’. The woman walked over to Sammy. He stiffened slightly as she reached out. She put her thin fingers under Beth's chin and lifted her head to get a better look at the child. She hummed softly before letting the little girl's head fall.
“Sammy. Take them to the break room on the upper levels. Keep an eye on them until I call for you.” He hissed softly and wasted no time exiting the room. He didn’t want to be anywhere near the ‘Master’. She had a short temper and tended to take her frustrations out on him. He had to get the girls to the room before they woke up. He just hoped they won’t give him too much trouble.
“Alice.” The fallen angel flinched at the mention of her name. “Take that…thing down to the room with the seal. Make sure you place him in it, then join Sammy in the break room.”
Alice seemed to visibly struggle with those orders. “B-But, I NEED his heart! He's perfect! Y-You don't need him anymore…” she began to trail off as the woman walked up to her. Alice found herself taking an involuntary step back. The woman’s cold eyes seem to bore into what was left of her soul. “P-Please. We just want to be perfect…”
“Alice, you will do as I say, or-“ she thrust a thumb in the ink demon's direction. “I will have him drag you back to the ink and I will leave you there! Do you want that!?” By this time, Alice had backed up against the wall and was shaking like a leaf. “If that thing waked up and wreaks havoc in this Studio, I'll make sure both of your souls are so scattered that you won’t be able to pull yourself together!” The sheer rage in the woman's voice almost brought the fallen angel to tears. “Now GO!”
‘Bendy' watched as Alice practically ran out the room and headed for the elevator. Her terror was so strong, he could taste it in the air. It was quite intoxicating. His attention was brought back to the woman. She walked up to him and reached out to run her fingers against the cheek of the unconscious woman in his arms.
“Ah June. It's been awhile…” There was no response. The woman waved towards an old musty couch in the corner of the office. “Put her on the couch. I'll have a little talk with her when she wakes up.”
The ink demon shuffled over to the couch and laid June down. He remembered the fear in those green eyes when she saw him standing over her kids. His smile grew wider and he hoped to see such delightful terror again.
The woman walked over to a desk on the other side of the room. She sat down and rifled through some paperwork. She was looking over some diagrams and drawings with a critical eye. After a few minutes, the woman seemed satisfied by what she saw. She put the paperwork back, stood up, and headed for the doors.
“Now come! I want to check out that little toon. I'm curious about what Sammy ‘told’ me about it.” ‘Bendy’ sighed softly. He knew what the little ink blot was capable of. He felt that it was a mistake to keep him alive.
The ink demon shuffled out of the room and the woman locked the large double doors behind them just in case June woke up before they got back. They took the elevator down instead of one of his portals. She was very weary of the darkness and didn’t trust him at all. Even with the collar around his neck and under her control, she was very hostile towards him. He was fine with that. The first chance he got, he was going to introduce her to the darkness of the Studio.
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Bendy moaned and held his aching head. He blinked a few times to clear his blurred vision. The last thing he remembered was playing a game with Beth and Sarah then…nothing. ‘What happened?’ he thought as he looked around the room. His whole body began to shake when he recognized the yellowing wood floors, dusty furniture, and ink dripping in the corners.
‘H-How did I get here?’ he began to panic as he looked around wildly. He didn’t know how he got here or if he was alone. Bendy could feel the ink running down the side of his face and running into his eye. He reached up and tried to wipe it away, but the ink wouldn’t stop dripping. The toon knew it would stop if he calmed down, but he was too scared to do that. Couple that with the fact that he couldn’t feel Henry through their bond and the poor toon's thoughts were a jumbled mess. Was Henry here in the Studio? Was he hurt or… He didn’t want to finish that thought.
Bendy froze when he heard a familiar growl coming from the other side of the room. There, standing among the shadows was HIM! The ink demon. He was always out to hurt or take Henry from him. Bendy could feel the ink in his body starting to boil and shift with his growing anger.
He crouched low and growled at the figure standing across from him. The ink demon just cocked his head to the side and his smile grew wider. He was taunting him! Bendy could feel the ink rising on his back and claws tearing through his white gloves. Whatever was going on around here, it was his fault! The toon wanted to tear that smirk off his face.
Bendy crouched low and got ready to pounce when searing pain shot through his body. He yelled out as electricity crawled up and down his form. The toon collapsed to the floor and shook violently. He blinked a few times, looked down, and noticed glowing lines on the floor under his body. He hadn’t seen them before. Bendy whined as he tried to push himself up but couldn’t. Something was draining his strength.
“Well, would you look at that.” Bendy startled and tried to find the source of the voice. He could barely turn his head. “I didn’t think I would need such a strong seal for something like you.” Someone walked into his field of vision. It was a woman. Bendy was sure he didn’t know who she was, but something about her features, about her eyes seemed so familiar.
“Who-“ Bendy winced as his voice sounded watery and hollow at the same time. “Who are you?”
“Oh don’t you worry your pretty little head about that dear.” The toon growled at the overly sweet sound of her voice. Those grey eyes, so cold, and so familiar.
“Let me ask you something. Why are you hanging around with someone like Henry Ross, hmm?” Bendy’s visible eye grew wide. She knew Henry? She chuckled at his reaction. “Oh yeah, I know Henry. He and I used to be very…close.” The smile she graced him with put the toon on edge.
“So, why are you follow him anyway?”
Bendy frowned. He was finding it harder to speak. He had to clear his nonexistent throat a few times to get a few words out. “H-He's m'friend. Family…” The woman laughed at him. It was cruel and mocking. It made him angry.
“Your ‘friend’? You think you're apart of his family?” He could hardly lift his head off the floor, but the toon managed to nod.
The ink demon stayed in the corner and listened to their conversation. ‘Bendy’ had always wondered why the little ink blot went out of his way to protect that old animator. It had never crossed his mind that the little toon thought of the man as family, and vise versa. It was absurd and yet, it explained a lot. Was it that connection that gave them the strength to escape this place? Could it really be that simple? The ink demon shook his head. It's not like it really matters now.
The woman walked up to the toon and knelt down close to him. “Oh honey, you'll never be apart of his…family. They’re human and you're not.” She sounded so condescending. “Your family is here in this studio. Creatures of ink like yourself.” Bendy glowered at her with his visible eye. “Hen..ry m'friend, m'family! Not…Studio!” She laughed at him and looked at him with false pity.
“You poor thing. They don’t care about you. At most, you are a novelty or a pet. Something new and shiny for them to play with before they get bored and throw you away.” Bendy growled and wanted to grab the woman, but he couldn’t moved. “L-Liar!”
She shrugged and stood up. The woman walked over to and leaned against a small table that sat across the room. “Well, by the time I'm through with Henry, it won’t really matter.” Bendy watched as she reached under the table. She picked up a large jar full of some kind of clear fluid. The toon squinted. Something seemed to be swimming in it. His eye grew wide when he realized it was an ink slug. She ran her fingers against the glass and the slug followed her movements. Like a dog seeking its owner's touch.
“He’s going to find out what it's like to loose a loved one.” She said it so softly and with so much anger, it made the little toon flinch. He wondered what she meant by that. The woman picked up the jar and held it close to her chest. She started to walk passed him but stopped. She looked down at him with those cold grey eyes.
“When this is all over, Henry will be apart of this studio, permanently. And maybe-“ she smiled sweetly. It made his skin crawl. “I’ll make those little girls into inky residents of this studio as well. Wouldn’t you like that? Then you can truly call them ‘family’.”
Bendy blinked. As her words sunk in, he began to visibly shudder. Beth and Sarah was here too? They were trap in this nightmare, somewhere… This crazy lady wanted to turn them into ink creatures! He flopped around on the floor as he tried to keep the woman’s retreating form in his line of sight. He wanted to grab her, pull her back, and do whatever he had to do to keep her from hurting the girls.
The seal under him kept him from lashing out. His ink was pooling under his body. Arms and legs were loosing their form and he could barely lift them. He felt so helpless. He opened his mouth full of jagged teeth and let loose a rage filled scream that echoed throughout the halls.
The ink demon followed the woman out of the room. He took one last look back at his counterpart. The toon stared back at him with an eye that glowed fiery red and a face contorted by fury and sharp teeth. A sobering thought crossed his mind. If Bendy freed himself, he'd tear them all apart.
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June came to with a start. Her heart was beating wildly as she took in her surroundings. Old, yellowish wood floors and walls. Dusty furniture and Bendy posters on the walls. Barrels sat in the corners and ink was dripping from the ceiling. There was even a strange symbol painted on the floor. She had never been here before but she heard enough horror stories from her brother to know where she was. The Studio!
She hopped off the couch and ran for the large double doors. June twisted the knobs and tugged on them. They were locked. She screamed out of frustration and kicked the door. She felt stupid for doing that but she wasn't thinking straight. She was frustrated and the fact that she didn’t remember how she got there in the first place really scared her.
June jumped when the doorknob jiggled and turned. Someone was coming. Maybe she could push past them and make a run for it. June stood in front of the door and waited. It opened slowly and she was ready to make a break for it but stopped dead in her tracks.
An extremely tall creatures ducked through the doorway and stepped into the room. June gasped and backed up a few steps. It looked like a twisted form of her nephew. He looked down at her and she swore his smile grew wider. The ink demon shuffled up to her and pinned her against the couch. It was then she remembered what happened at the house. How she walked into the girls' room to find the kids unconscious on the floor and this thing standing over them. It had that same demented smile on its face.
“W-Where are my children?!” She tried to look him in where she thought his eyes might be. “Where's Bendy?!” The ink demon tilted his head to the side and just watched her. It was clear she was afraid. He could see her shaking, but she still had the nerve to ask him questions? He let loose a wheezing chuckle that made her jump. She was definitely a kin of Henry's.
“Your kids are safe, for now.” The ink demon stepped to the side to give June a good look at who was speaking. The woman walked by them and headed for the desk near the back of the room. She placed a jar on the desk and turned to look at June. The ink demon had back off and left her standing in the middle of the room. The grey eyed woman crossed her arms over her chest and just stared at the other.
“Hello there Juney-“ she said in a sing song voice. “It's been a long time. The years have been kind to you.”
June stood there and stared at the other woman. Her eyes grew wide as she began to recognize the person. Her hair had streaks of silver in it, she was curvier, and she had a few lines around the mouth, but June could never forget those grey eyes.
“Linda?”
The woman’s eyes lit up and a wide smile split her face. “Well, look at that! You do remember me!”
Linda Drew. June couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t seen the woman in years. Not since she dumped Henry after he left…the Studio… Oh no. Things began to fall into place in June's mind and her stomach twisted. She prayed this wasn’t what she thought this was. There was only one way to find out:
“W-What are y-you doing here?” Linda gave her a knowing glance.
“C'mon June, you know why I'm here. Hell, from how pale you got just now, you know why you’re here.”
“No…” June shook her head. She didn’t want to believe this was happening. Her eyes drifted over to the ink demon that stood in the corner then back to Linda. “Joey.”
“See. I always told your brother you were a smart gal.” The woman walked up to June. Linda was almost as tall as Henry and very intimidating.
“Your brother took my JoJo from me. He needs to pay for that.” June winced at the anger in her voice.
“Linda wait! Just listen to me.” June knew she sounded desperate, but she needed to make Linda understand…”I know you’re angry, but Henry had no choice. Joey lost his mind! He killed everyone in the Studio…he tried to kill Henry!” Linda raised her hand, silencing her.
“Save it! I know what my brother did.”
June was confused. “What?”
“Oh Juney, you see, unlike your brother, my JoJo told me everything.” Linda sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Joey had been sending me letters for years. He had grown very sick but found a way to save himself.” She waved her hand around the room. “I was horrified to read what he had done to the people who worked here, but if it saved his life, then their sacrifice wasn’t in vain.”
-Meanwhile-
The children came to about an hour ago. Sammy watched as they huddled against one another out of fear. He couldn’t blame them. They were in a strange place surrounded by monsters. If he were in their shoes, he'd be scared too. He would have sworn they were all going to hell for this if they weren’t already there.
At least they were in one of the nicer break rooms. It was a little cleaner than the others with a few chairs around a wooden table, a small sofa against the wall, and a piano sitting in the corner. There was no ink on the floor or walls and they didn’t have to worry about the Butcher Gang breaking in. They rarely spawned on this level. Still that brought very little comfort to two little girls that got dragged into an adult game of revenge.
“Beth? Where's mommy? Why isn't she here?” The smaller of the two began to cry and rub tears from her eyes. The one called Beth, wrapped her arms around her sister, and hugged her while she looked around the room. Sammy could tell she was trying to be strong for her little sister even as tears stained her cheeks.
“I-I don’t know, but I know she'll come for us.” Alice heard this and chuckled softly.
“Don’t worry. Your mommy is just talking with our ‘boss’. Once the adults finish, she'll come to see you.”
The youngest one looked up at Alice with a shocked expression on her face. “You’re the lady from the park!” Alice seemed delighted by that. “That’s right! I’m Alice Angel. And since I AM an angel, you can trust me!” Both girls didn’t look convinced by the fallen angel's words nor could they help but stare at the ruined side of her face.
“Now in the meantime, Sammy and I will be looking after you…so don’t give us any trouble!” That last part was growled out and caused the children to whimper. He had no choice but to let Alice do the talking since he couldn’t, but he wished she wouldn’t scare them like that.
After another hour went by, the girls began to whisper to one another. Well, they thought they were whispering. It was loud enough that Sammy and Alice could still hear them.
“Beth?”
“Yeah?”
“…I’m hungry.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Hungry? Oh yeah. He remembered their mother trying to call them down for dinner. They didn't get the chance to have their meal before they got dragged to the Studio. Sammy heard Alice scoff. “Well, if you two are so hungry, I suppose I could open a can of bacon soup for you.” Sammy hissed at her, causing all three to look at him wide eyed. There was no way in the world he was giving these kids old cans of bacon soup. It would probably kill them.
Sammy walked to the back of the room where a storage box sat in the corner. Their ‘Master’ spent a lot of time here and she often brought real food whenever she went out. She liked to store it in this room because it was relatively clean. He reached down and opened the box. There wasn’t much inside save for a couple of apples and a box of crackers. Well, it was better than nothing and maybe it would calm the kids down.
He grabbed the apples and crackers then closed the box. Sammy walked up to the girls who were sitting on the sofa. He knelt down so he wasn’t looming over them. Sammy held out his large hands. Both girls looked down at the food being offered then back up at him. They looked very unsure. He dared not open his mouth less he scare them even more. Instead, he nodded his head, letting them know it was alright to take it.
It was the older sister that reached out and tentatively took the food from him. She checked the apples over before handing one to her sister. The younger one waited for her sister to take a bite to make sure it was okay. After seeing the smile on her sister's face she began to eat her own.
“Mmm, this apple is so sweet! Thank you Mr. Sammy!” The older sister looked up at him and smiled shyly. The younger sister agreed and her voice shook as she thanked him too. He was a little surprised by their gratitude.
Sammy stood up and walked over to the other side of the room. He caught Alice staring at him funny but he chose to ignore it.
Mr. Sammy. He couldn’t remember the last time someone called him that with that much respect. He hung his head out of guilt. These children didn’t deserve this.
-Back at the office-
June looked absolutely shocked. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Linda couldn’t have been alright with her brother killing people just to save his own hide. “You can’t possibly think that this was okay!? You can’t tell me that the workers went to their deaths willingly!”
“Are you sure about that?” June was taken aback. “They could have left. They could have abandon Joey like your brother did. But they didn’t. They stayed. They stayed because they were loyal and believed in my brother's dream!”
June was shaking her head. Linda was crazy. “Those people had families too. Loved ones that searched for them! Nothing could justify what Joey did!”
“It’s true. JoJo may have went too far, but maybe if Henry had stayed, he could have… lessened the damage.”
“Don’t you dare place the blame on Henry!” That was it! June was furious. How dare this woman try to make Joey her brother's responsibility. “Joey would have done whatever he wanted. It didn’t matter if Henry was there or not!”
“You don’t know that!” Linda snarled.
“And neither do you! You left my brother because of his fallout with Joey! You have no idea what happened.” June showed no fear in the face of the other woman’s anger.
“Henry was my JoJo's best friend! He should have stuck by him, no matter what!” by this point, Linda was yelling in June's face. “I could never be with him after he walked away from Joey! He had no loyalty.”
June just stared at her in disbelief. “Loyalty? Loyalty! Where was that loyalty when Joey took credit for his hard work? My brother had every right to leave!”
“Not only did Henry abandon him, but in the end, he killed him!” The woman's body was practically shaking with rage now. “I can’t let him get away with this. Henry needs to pay for taking my brother away from me!”
June gritted her teeth. “Hurting my brother won’t bring yours back…”
“No, but it'll make me feel better.” June opened her mouth but couldn’t find the words. Linda huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “C’mon June, if someone killed Henry, you'd want justice too.”
June stared down at her feet. Her brow was knitted in confusion. Yes, if something happened to her brother, she'd want someone to pay for it, but could she go this far? June shook her head slowly before looking up at Linda. “I would never do something like this! Henry would never want this from me.”
Linda scoffed and leaned in closer to June. “That’s because you’re weak!” she hissed. “It’s obvious you don’t love your brother as much as I loved mine!”
In the corner of the room, ‘Bendy’ watched the entire exchange go down. Both women arguing over who was in the right. The looks of anger that played across both faces. The ‘Master’s’ last statement stunned the other woman into silence. The ‘Master’ was so smug, she missed the subtle shake of June's hand. She didn't notice the way it curled into a tight fist. She was standing too close when June cocked her arm back and punched the woman in the face. The ink demon watched it all go down with barely concealed glee.
Linda staggered back while covering her face with her hands. June stood there in complete shock, like she couldn’t believe she just punched someone in the face. A quick glance at the demon standing in the corner and she was sprinting for the double doors. She slammed into them, they flew open, and she took off down the hall.
‘Bendy' had to give the woman credit. She did something he wanted to do for a long time. A moan from across the room got his attention. The ‘Master’ seemed to have a bruise forming on her cheek. Pity, the ink demon was hoping for a busted nose or something. It took the woman awhile to realize her hostage had fled the room. The she looked around the room wildly until her eyes landed on him.
“Don’t just stand there, you fool! Bring her back here! NOW!” ‘Bendy’ bowed his head and waved his gloved hand at the wall. Ink pooled and formed a portal. He took one last look at the crazed woman and stepped through.
June ran through the halls aimlessly. She had no idea where she was or where the kids were. This place was bigger than she thought and she knew she was lost. She hated the feeling of being lost. The panic was already rising in her chest. She huddled by some barrels when a strange creature came into view. It's head looked like it was swinging from a rope tied to a pole sticking out of its back. Whatever it was, she knew she didn’t want it to catch her.
June waited for it to leave, then stood up, and looked around. She knew she had to find her girls, but didn’t know where to start. She knew for sure that Henry wasn’t here. She had no idea if Bendy was with the girls or in another room. June's thoughts were too jumbled and full of questions for her to calm down or even think straight. She'll never get them out of here like this!
She didn’t noticed the ink crawling up the wall behind her. How it formed a doorway of shimmering ink or how the ink demon emerged from it. A slight brush against her back made her jump. She whirled about and screamed when she found the creature looming over her. June tried to back away, but he reached out with his long arm and grabbed her face with his large gloved hand.
‘Bendy' watched as those green eyes grew wide and she tried to claw at his hand. Her screams were muffled and he could feel her taking short breaths to stave off suffocation. June wasn’t strong enough to pry his large fingers from her face so she tried pounding on his arm with her tiny fists. She was shorter than Henry, her head barely came up to his chest and yet she tried to put up a good fight.
He watched as her swings grew awkward and her eyes began to tear up. He held her that way just long enough for all the fight to drain out of her and her body began to sag. Her eyes rolled and closed slowly. That was it, she was done. He let go and June almost fell to the floor, but he wrapped his arms around her and held her up. He checked to make sure she was still breathing before placing one arm around her back, the other behind her knees, and lifted her off the floor effortlessly. He shuffled back to the office.
She had spunk, he'd give her that. Too bad that'll be snuffed out tonight.
-A Few Hours Later-
A big rig coasted to a stop across the street from an aging cartoon studio that had seen better days. There was no one out about around this time of night and it was very quiet. The doors to the big rig flew open.
As soon as Henry jumped out of the passenger’s seat, he was hit by a wave of emotions that he knew wasn’t his. It made him sway on his feet. There was so much fury! He had never felt this from his friend before.
“Hey Henry, are you okay?” Jason had walked around the truck to stand next to him.
“It’s Bendy. He's really angry. It caught me by surprise. Just…give me a minute.” Henry closed his eyes and concentrated. It was hard to cut through such strong emotions but he needed to. As soon as the toon realized Henry was trying to reach him, the bond was flooded with overwhelming relief. The quick change in emotion nearly gave Henry whiplash.
It was then that Henry could feel how much pain his friend was in. There was fear buried just below the surface of all that relief. The mix of all those emotions scared Henry. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew he needed to hurry.
“Hey bro, catch!” Henry turned just in time to see something flying in his direction. He caught it and it turned out to be a bat. It was a wooden baseball bat with a few huge railroad spikes sticking out of the end.
Jason slammed the back door to the rig and walked up to Henry with a bat slung over his shoulder. It was made of wood as well, but it had barbed wire wrapped around the end. Henry raised an eyebrow at this and Jason just shrugged.
“I drive cross country alone. I always carry something to protect myself.” He gave Henry a mischievous grin and chuckled. Henry was glad Jason came along.
Both men turned toward the ominous building.
“You ready bro?”
“Yeah. Let’s get our family back!”
As they headed to the front door, Henry couldn’t ignore the pentagram throbbing in his right hand, or the feeling of fear he was getting from Bendy. Whatever they needed to face, it all ends tonight.