Hey guys! I'm back with another story. I really should try and finish up my other two stories To Find an Elemental Master and The Silent Red Ranger, but I couldn't help myself. Ugh. Anyways, enjoy the chapter (yes, it'll be a multichapter story (again)).

Henry was in the middle of animating for Joey when he heard shoes running to his office. Now, that perked Henry's curiosity as no one ever ran in the workshop. Joey never allowed it. So he walked out of his corner and was about to yell at the person when he felt a small figure bump into him and run behind his legs. He then saw Joey fast walking when he stopped in front of Henry.

"Ah, I see you've found Bendy," Joey said.

"Bendy?" Henry started to question when he realized who, exactly, was behind him. He was about 3 feet tall and was black and white. He had pie shaped eyes and small horns.

"Yes. Now, Bendy, you can't run around in the studio like that. I hope he didn't bother you too much, Henry."

"No no, I needed a distraction anyway."

Joey had a slight glint in his eye. "Henry, I wanted to show Bendy to you first since you're the main animator."

Henry nodded, but he knew the unspoken truth. Joey was saying that because he was the creator of Bendy, not just because he was the animator. Joey liked to take the credit for the creation of Bendy, Boris, and Alice, but Bendy was Henry's. Henry created Bendy.

"Anyways, I was hoping you could watch Bendy for me while I take care of some things," Joey said.

"Of course," Henry responded.

With that, Joey nodded and knelt down next to Bendy.

"Now, Bendy. I'm going to leave you here with Henry for a bit, okay?"

"But, Joey, you've never left me with anyone before," Bendy protested.

"I know, but Henry's a good guy. He'd never hurt you."

Bendy nodded and seemed to accept Joey's answer.

"I'll be back later on," Joey said.

He patted Bendy on the head once more and left the little corner office.

"So, Bendy, what do you want to know?" Henry said after a few seconds of silence.

"I don't know. Joey's only let me see the Ink Machine room and his office. But that's it," Bendy responded.

"When were you created? Do you know?"

"A week ago, I think."

"I see," it got quiet before Henry spoke up again. "Have you ever tried to draw?"

"No. Why?"

"Well, would you like to try?"

"Yeah! That sounds like fun!"

Henry laughed and pulled out a clean sheet of paper and a pointy pencil. He then pulled up a chair next to his own and let Bendy climb into it.

"So, Bendy, what would you like to draw?" Henry asked his creation.

"Gosh, I don't know, Mr. Henry. I don't even know if I can draw," Bendy said with surprise.

"Well, how about you give it a try, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

Henry chuckled at Bendy's enthusiasm. He went back to his animations for a moment until he felt a timid tap on his shoulder.

"Yes, Bendy?" Henry asked without even looking up.

"Can I see a drawing of myself from an animation?" Bendy asked quietly.

"Of course."

He dug into his drawers and tried to fish out the paper that was a copy of his final design. The original copy of Bendy's final design was very special. In fact, if tampered with, it could change Bendy's appearance to the drawer's content. So he made two copies: one for Joey and one for himself. The original was hiding out of sight.

He set the drawing in front of the alive toon and watched as Bendy tried to figure out how to draw it.

"Need any help?" Henry asked.

"Maybe," Bendy admitted softly.

Henry laughed. "First, I want you to draw a circle for the head. Don't worry about the horns for now, okay?"

Bendy nodded. Bendy picked up the pencil with his right hand before wrinkling his non-existent nose and put the pencil in his left hand. This made Henry's heart swell slightly. Henry himself was a lefty while Joey was a righty. Bendy then drew a shaky circle. As Henry told Bendy what to draw, the toon finally got a shaky Bendy on the paper.

"Did I do good?" Bendy asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Bendy, you did well," Henry corrected automatically.

Bendy beamed. They continued to draw and animate (in Henry's case) until Joey came by to take Bendy back.

"Thanks for watching him, Henry. I don't know what I'd do without you," Joey said.

"It was no problem. Bendy kept me company and drew a bit," Henry said.

Joey's eyes lit up. "Which hand did he use? He was created with yours and my blood, after all."

Henry blinked. "He used his left hand. He's a lefty like me."

"I see."

Joey left it on that note and gently guided Bendy back to wherever he had come from to begin with.

"Bye, Henry! See you later!" Bendy called back.

Henry waved back with a wide smile. Bendy was just full of curiosity and potential. And he would make sure he brought out the best of it.

It was the following Friday the next time Henry saw Bendy. When the little toon demon saw Henry, he ran up to the animator and hugged his waist as that was all he could reach. Joey nodded to himself and left them alone.

"Hi, Bendy. How're you doing today?" Henry asked.

"I'm doing good!" Bendy said in excitement. He was practically vibrating.

"That's great! You wanna draw again today?"

"Uh huh! Only this time, I wanna draw Boris!"

"Boris?"

"Uh huh!"

Henry chuckled. Bendy was like a seven-year-old who was eager to see the world around him. Speaking of…

"Bendy, has Joey seemed weird to you since you were created?"

"I don't think so. Why?" Bendy questioned.

"No reason. I was just curious is all."

"Oh, okay."

They got back into Henry's office and pulled out a copy of Boris's final design. Joey did have the original of Boris's final design while Henry only had a copy, unlike with a certain Dancing Demon.

"Bendy, why did you want to draw Boris?" Henry asked in curiosity.

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but Joey created Boris like he created me today!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah! And he was going to show Boris off next Friday! I wanted to tell you right then, but Joey said no."

"Joey said no?"

"Joey said I couldn't tell anyone. Can you not tell Joey that I told you? He'd be really mad if he found out."

"I won't tell Joey, I promise."

"Thank you, Henry!"

Henry chuckled and he patted the little toon on his head in between the horns. Bendy beamed. By the end of the day, Bendy had a shaky Boris drawn out. Henry smiled at Bendy's enthusiasm at the fact that he did a great job of drawing Boris. Joey came by to pick Bendy up. The only difference was that Bendy flinched just the slightest when Joey placed a hand on his back. Henry only picked it up because he had been animating and drawing Bendy for as long as he was in school.

A month later, it was routine that Bendy come and hang out with Henry for the day every Friday and they would draw together. Bendy had drawn Alice when she was created (under the orders not to tell anyone by Joey but told Henry anyway). In fact, Henry had met both Boris and Alice. They looked just like they did in the cartoons. Boris a tall sixteen-year-old and Alice a petite thirteen-year-old. Bendy though, he was a very petite ten-year-old. He was shorter than Alice herself! Joey had complained to Henry that Bendy acted like he was seven. Henry normally would have laughed, saying that it was normal for Bendy to act like that as was intended, but he bit his tongue.

In fact, Joey was dropping Bendy off with Henry again. Joey didn't even say anything; he just simply gave Bendy a look and walked off.

"Hi, Bendy! Who do you wanna draw today?" Henry asked.

By then, Bendy had already drawn pretty much everyone from Boris and Alice to the Butcher Gang. Bendy even drew characters together. He was still a little shaky, but it wasn't nearly as bad as before.

"I dunno. Maybe I can try to draw you?" Bendy said in a questioning voice.

"Sure you can! I wanna see what you come up with," Henry responded.

Bendy beamed and picked up the pencil with his left hand. He tapped his lips in thought. Henry chuckled and went back to his animations. Later on, when he felt a tap on his shoulder, there was a cartoon version of Henry. The toon had short fluffy hair, big doe eyes, and a slightly angular face. His body had squared off shoulders, but with a curve to them. His legs were long, but they weren't too long for the body. There was also a soft, almost timid smile on toon Henry's face.

"Do you like it, Henry?" Bendy asked hesitantly.

"Like it? I love it!" Henry exclaimed.

That comment made Bendy vibrate in his seat.

"You're doing really well! The toon is perfect!"

At the word 'perfect', Bendy froze. His eyes and face darkened just the slightest.

"Bendy? Is something wrong?" Henry asked.

"That word," was all Bendy said.

Henry waited for Bendy to elaborate. He knew not to push the little toon. He'd seen Alice do it and Bendy simply lashed out at her in words. His form had dripped slightly, his ink covering his right eye. When Bendy realized what had happened, he pulled his ink back together and cried. He profusely apologized to Alice over and over again.

"I hate that word. Joey says it all the time. Says that nothing's perfect enough for him," Bendy spat the word out like it was venom. "Says that Boris and Alice aren't perfect; says that I'm not perfect. Me! The first creation!"

Henry nodded and encouraged Bendy to keep going. His ink was running slightly.

"Joey always, always says nothing's perfect. Everything has flaws. He dislikes imperfection. He loathes it! He tried to fix me to make me perfect, but he couldn't!"

Bendy's ink was now covering his right eye. His hands had ink streaming down them. The ink was on the walls, coating it with web-like designs.

"He said I was perfect until he made me a monster. He made me a dEmOn!"

The word 'demon' had another voice behind it. It was a garbled mess of Bendy's voice and a demonic one. It held pure anger. Henry came forward and put a hand on Bendy's shoulder. He used his left hand to wipe the ink away from Bendy's eye. The ink webs on the walls stopped and Bendy's ink stopped running. He looked at Henry and widened his eyes.

"Oh no. Henry, I'm so…"

"BENDY!"

Bendy flinched when he heard Joey's voice from the door.

"H-hi there, J-Joey…" Bendy started to say before Joey cut him off.

"Office. Now," Joey hissed.

Bendy shuddered at the ice in his voice but obeyed. Henry noticed how Joey's light brown eyes were darker than normal. They held something, but he couldn't determine it as Joey walked briskly away.

Ooo, what'll happen? We'll just have to wait and see! LOL. I have a pretty good idea of where this story'll go; now I just need to put the ideas down.

~MegaMon2580