Henry was about to ask what was wrong again when Bendy suddenly leaped from his perch.
The toon's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock, choking on a little gasp. Wincing at the slight sting, but obeying his friend, Henry stilled and waited for Bendy to tell him what it was that grabbed his attention.
"Shh!" The demon hissed again, pulling at Henry's hair in annoyance. "Do you hear that?" Bendy whispered, voice shaking with an emotion Henry couldn't decipher. With the shape of his horns and the look on his face, Henry could have called him a cat with its ears perked up in attention. Bendy was stock still, focused entirely on the darkness they had left behind. "Shh!" Bendy hissed, climbing out of Henry's arms and onto the man's shoulder, gripping his dark hair for balance. The demon was struggling to look over Henry's shoulder, staring back into the gloom of the studio. Suddenly, Bendy startled awake in his arms and his head shot up, nearly stabbing the man's cheek with one of his horns. It was a relief when the exit came into view, and Henry started walking faster towards the open door that shed blessed light into the dark building. He considered finding a hotel in town to leave Bendy in while he gave Boris a proper burial. Henry knew that Boris was still in there, and he wanted so badly to at least find his body so he could bury him, but Henry didn't want Bendy to see his best friend's corpse. He unconsciously held Bendy closer as he passed Joey's office, as if to protect the little guy from what was in there, despite the fact that the demon had already gone through the horrors documented in that room.ĭespite finally leaving the demented place behind, it was with a heavy heart. Somehow, the building seemed a little less dark as Henry backtracked through the winding hallways.
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