Henry From Bendy And The Ink Machine Novels & Stories

I didn’t tell him Bane showed up at my job and stayed there for half my shift. “Because I’ve been watching him,” Henry admitted. “Just like I’ve been watching Gavin.” “You’ve been what?” I gasped. “Henry—” “Just listen to me, okay?” Henry pleaded; he grabbed onto my shoulders to keep me steady as he stared into my eyes. I could see how worried he was, but I had trouble seeing things from his point of view. “Okay,” I finally said after a pause. “What did you find out?”

Adaeze's steady voice. Only him. Only getting him here safely. At some point in the blur of it I registered the corridor outside. Through the small window in the door, a rectangle of glass at eye level showed a slice of the hallway beyond. Henry was there. Sitting in a chair directly across from the door, his elbows on his knees and his head slightly bowed, not quite praying, just very still, very focused inward, the way Henry got when he was holding something together by sheer force of love and will and refusing to consider the alternative.

"It's a butterfly with an M shape worked into the design." Her smile widened. "The M stands for my name." His eyebrows lifted. "Oh?" "I'm Mary." "Sick." The guy laughed softly. A genuine smile spread across his face. His eyes shifted from the tattoo back to hers. "That's actually really cool." "Thank you." For a brief moment neither spoke. Their eyes remained locked. Then silence settled between them again. Lingering. A second later, he cleared his throat lightly. "I'm Henry." He stretched a hand across the table.