![]() ![]() What would happen if Bendy fell into the deeper ink? Oh, that’s a concerning thought right there. I’m made of it, but what if I fall in, an’ come out as…” “You’re…” Bendy glanced at the floor before looking up at him, “You’re not really gonna do dat, yeah? I don’t… I don’t wanna get stuck in da ink. ![]() “Uhg, I’m gonna just drop you into a flooded hallway and leave you there to walk through it yourself.” The hold Bendy had on him tightened at his words and Henry glanced at him, seeing a nervous look on the other’s face. “I got a lotta the ink off as well! So, it doesn’t count!” Bendy huffed, if he had a nose, he’d raise it in the air like he was superior over Henry. “Bullcrap, punk, I got all that ink off you, that makes up for you bandaging my hand!” “Nope! You still owe me from before when I patched up yer hand, so you owe me two favors to call it even!” “I’ll carry you until we’re safe, and that’ll call us even on you savin’ my life.” Henry let out a loud, annoyed groan as he scooped Bendy up into his free arm, the other still carrying the pipe. He got a hard look from the creator, but Bendy didn’t budge. ![]() “Easy for you to say, you were unconscious for five hours while I was up an’ awake, frettin’ over you!” The demon pouted. And it’s only been about two hours, you’re fine.” “For the last time, I’m not carrying you unless if there is an ink spill. ![]() “I’m gettin’ tired…” Bendy whined, dragging his hands against the floorboards as he started to slump forward, about ready to just drop down and sleep right then and there. ![]()
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