Authoress' note: Oh man, schools been brutal, but it's finally time to sit down and enjoy some Bendy horror and fluff!

For those of you new, this is a rewrite of my story "He Will Set Us Free." Its a story (that I never really finished, sorry) of Bendy, Sammy, and Henry teaming up to find a way to free the studio (and by teaming up I mean Henry's forced to help). I was having a lot of fun with it, but the writing looked a bit rushed, so I'm giving it a fresh polish.

And for those of you here because of the the "He Will Set Us Free" story, welcome back! I hope this story is even better than the last. And don't worry, you'll get plenty of moments of our favorite couple ;) , but Henry will also be having more screen time. It was originally supposed to be a Henry and Bendy story, and I hope to keep true to the original plot. But you fangirls can be so demanding at times XD! Not that I mind, I really like our duo.

Oh! And a few of you reviewed at the end of the last story, so let's go over them for old time's sake!

Twins 'n Fandoms: OH GOSH is right!

GameFan 335: When I was typing I was thinking "I'm gonna forget someone, aren't I?" Consider this my apology for forgetting ya. And since I'm here, you fully blame Joey, huh? I don't blame you, but you're right about the "don't suspect the obvious person." But let me ask you another question, who do you think IS responsible if it turns out not to be Joey Drew? I'm not exactly spoiling anything, I just like to ask people hard questions to get them thinking. (Spoiler alert, it was the Bendy plushies the whole time! XD Just kidding!)

Pink Fox Productions: Aww shucks! Thank you! And don't worry, more horror and fluff on da waaaay!

Kitsuneotakugirl91: Boris: "FREEEEDDDDDOOOOMMMM!" Oh gosh I died a bit there! XD If only he could talk!

Guest: In the word's of Alice Angel: "Oh gosh you make me blush!"

On with the horrors! And I own Ben-

(Sees a Puppet with a bat)

-Uh... I own nothing but my OCs and my wand. (Meatly please don't hurt me)

Prologue

Being the father of 2 teenage girls, there had been times where Henry wanted to chase off neighborhood boys with a bat.

But in this case, he wanted to beat him to death with it.

It was well past midnight in the Brookes residence. Henry's daughters, Charity and Grace, had long gone to bed. The only light on in the house was the chandelier in the dining room, blanketing the room in dull yellow. He and his wife Linda sat across each other at the table. Both of them slumped from mental and physical depravity. Linda had a cup of coffee that had long gone cold in her hands.

For a while, neither of them spoke or even made eye contact. The past few days had been rough, as were the days ahead.

It was Henry who talked first.

"I got a letter from Joey."

Linda sighed. That's not what they were there to talk about. Earlier that day Henry had received the yellowed letter in the mail, but seeing his "old pal" was the least of his worries. The only reason Henry brought it up was because neither of them wanted to acknowledge the Elephant in the room.

"What does he want?" Linda asked, yawning.

"He wants me to swing by the studio, says he's got something to show me."

Linda nodded. "That's nice."

Henry shrugged, blankly staring at her coffee. Dark circles were beneath his eyes and his face looked paler than usual.

"Will Grace be going back to school tomorrow?" Linda asked.

Henry shook his head. "No, and I think we should transfer her. I'm not letting her go to school with him."

"The only other school we have in town is St. Micheal's. We can't afford that."

"Homeschool her then, have her go to school in another town. She's not getting within ten miles of that bastard." Henry growled. He was rarely angry, but he had his moments.

Linda groaned. "We can't do that either. Neither of us have the time to homeschool her and the closest town's miles away. I know you want to protect her, I do too, but that girl needs her education."

"What she needs is Matt gone!" Henry retorted. "I can't believe he had the nerve to do that to Grace! In my house! I should have come after him with my M1 Garand-"

"Henry! That's enough." Linda snapped. "He didn't do it. He wanted to, he almost did, but Grace is a smart girl."

Henry nodded weakly. "I know... I know... but I hate seeing her like this. Grace is heartbroken. Charity told me that she' s the gossip of the school right now, and that's the last thing she needs."

"Well, what else can we do? If she misses anymore school, she will have to retake the year."

The two of them reverted back to the silence. Linda agreed with her husband that sending her back to her school wasn't the smart idea, but at the moment it looked like the only option.

"I'm surprised Joey sent you that letter." Linda said.

Henry sighed. Again, they were beating around the bush. "Me too, we haven't talked in decades. And why would he want me to come to the studio? I heard it closed because of "maintenance issues."

"Maybe he's found a way to reopen it?"

"Maybe." Henry mumbled in agreement. Not that he cared. Joey was one of the worst bosses he ever had. Leaving that studio was the smartest move he ever made. Well, that and marrying Linda.

Linda's face was scrunched in thought for a few minutes. Henry continued to stare at her mug. Suddenly her head shot up and her eyes lit up. "You should go."

Henry jumped at that statement. "Seriously?"

Linda nodded. "Yes, and I think you should take Grace too. Ghostburg is known for its hiking trails. Maybe you and Grace could spend some time together in the woods. And you could swing by the old studio while you two are there. Grace's been wanting to visit the place for a while, right?"

"I don't know if it's the best time-"

"O-O-Oh trust me, that girl needs some time away from this drama and in the woods. And you need it too, I can tell."

Henry continued with his rebukes, but Linda was a stubborn woman. When she had her mind set to something nothing stopped her from getting it.

The next morning Henry knocked on Grace's door. Charity was already off to school and Linda was at work, so it was just the animator and his daughter. After a few seconds a mumbled "enter" came from the other side.

Henry slowly opened the door. His daughter's room was clean, which was normally a sign of her depression. She would always clean and organize things when upset. 16-year-old Mary Grace Brookes was lying on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She was still in her clothes she wore yesterday and her chestnut hair was in tangles. Other than the fact that she was breathing one would think she was dead.

"Hey, Cupcake." Henry cooed, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"No nicknames, please." Grace mumbled, not making eye contact.

"Alright." Henry sighed. "Um... I know that you don't feel like doing crap right now... but..."

"I'm not going to school." Grace snapped.

"That's not what I mean. Grace, I received a letter from my old boss, Mr. Drew. He wants me to swing by the studio. I was wondering, since you got nothing to do, if you'd like to come with me-"

It was a if a jolt of electricity shot though the teen. She sat strait up, smiling for the first time in weeks. It was like he just said they were going to Disneyland.

"When do we leave?!"

Authoress' note: Yaaaay! It's Grace! Man I love writing this girl! Anywho, remember to follow, favorite, and review for more adventures with Bendy, Grace and Henry! Now to tackle the mountain of homework I've shamelessly neglected.