Henry drove home as fast as he could, wanting to get away from the place he now called hell. He thought that he would just be going back to his old workplace to spend some time with his old coworker and friend. He was wrong. It had been an absolute nightmare for him, having been there for what seemed like days. Heck, he didn't even know how long he had been in there. Right now, he was in a rush to get home, hoping his granddaughter was alright, and the babysitter he had hired hadn't just outright left his granddaughter alone when he didn't come back at the time he said he would. Though he was excited to return home, he was fearful of what was also in the passenger seat of his car. 

He had grabbed a few things before he left the old building, which was a book, a radio, some old drawings, two gears, an ink bottle and pen, and......three cans of bacon soup. These were the objects he was nervous about, wondering if he had closed them tight enough, so not even air would seep through. He was scared to leave......them.....in the building, dreading the thought of a couple of kids going in there to explore, and discovering the horrors it held. Henry didn't want anyone to go through what he had, not even the cruelest people and the deadliest of criminals. No one deserved to go through the hell he went through, no one! So, he decided to carry the cans back with him, and the sinister contents that were inside them. 

Before he could think another sinister thought, he pulled up in the driveway of his house, which he had lived in since he was in his late 20s, which was a very long time ago. He turned off the engine of the car, and gathered the items in a bag he had left in the backseat, making sure to carefully place the cans of soup in the bag. He then grabbed the bag, his keys, and his wallet, and walked up onto the porch of his house, unlocking the front door and walking inside. He could hear the TV playing in the living room, sighing in relief when the babysitter walked out from the living room. "Welcome home, Mr. Sutton." she said, smiling as she watched Henry walk in, locking the door behind him. She then grew a bit worried when she saw bruises and cuts on Henry's arms, looking up at the old man with a concerned look.

"Um, are you okay?" she asked, eyeing his cuts and bruises before Henry covered them up with his sleeves. "Oh, that? I had a bit of a fall, clumsy me." Henry said, trying to make an excuse for why he was so beaten up, knowing that the teenager wouldn't believe the truth. The two then walked into the living, Henry sitting down his bag on the floor, sighing in relief as he was glad he made it back home alive. He then smiled as he heard running coming from the hallway, his face brightening as his granddaughter, Sylvia, ran towards him, a big smile on her face. "Grandpa!" she squealed, hugging him once she reached him, Henry picking her up and hugging her tightly in return. "I missed you so much, Sylvia." Henry said, tears threatening to prick his eyes as he held his granddaughter in his arms, thinking a few hours before that he would never see her again. 

"I missed you to, grandpa!" Sylvia giggled, kissing his cheek before Henry put her down. Henry then flopped onto the couch, sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck, the babysitter gathering up her stuff to head home. Sylvia then picked up a piece of paper from the coffee table, showing the drawing she had made to her grandfather of a small dog, which was a very detailed drawing. "Do you like it?" Sylvia asked, Henry smiling tiredly as he nodded. "I love it, sweetheart." he said, ruffling her hair as she giggled. "Why don't you go put it on the fridge with your other drawings?" Sylvia nodded and ran to the kitchen, going to put her drawing up as the babysitter looked at Henry. "So, um.....are you gonna pay me now, or....?" she said, obviously wanting her money before she left. 

Henry nodded, getting out his wallet and getting out the $50 he owed her, handing it to her before putting his wallet back in his pocket. The babysitter was about to put it in her purse, when she gave Henry a confused look. "Why is there black stuff on this ten?" she asked, holding up one of the ten dollar bills he had given her. On the corner of the bill, there was a black substance soaked into it, making an apparent stain on the bill. Henry's face went pale for a moment when he saw the stain, but shook his head as he tried to calm down and give the girl an answer. "I, uh, spilt some ink on it while I was at my old workplace. It'll come out eventually."  Thankfully, the girl bought his excuse, putting the money in her purse, before saying goodbye, and walking out of the house, locking the door behind her. 

Sylvia bounded back into the room, her black hair still in the white ribbon Henry had put it in earlier that day. She then climbed onto the couch and sat beside him, looking up at him with a smile. "Did you go see your friend, grandpa?" she asked, he sweet little voice making Henry smile. "Yes, I did sweetie." he said, not wanting to tell her what happened, as he never wanted her to know. "Did you and your friend draw together, like you used to?" she asked, kicking her sock feet back in forth. "No, we didn't get to, but I'll draw you something tomorrow, okay?" Henry replied, trying to calm down as he kept smiling, knowing that he needed a good, long shower after he put Sylvia to bed. Sylvia smiled and nodded, then turned her attention to the TV, watching the cartoons that played on the screen.

Henry sighed as he watched it with her, and after an hour, he frowned and looked at his granddaughter. "Sylvia, come and sit on my lap for a minute." he said, Sylvia doing as she was told and climbed onto his lap. Henry then leaned down and grabbed his bag, letting her look into it. "Are these things from where you worked, grandpa?" she asked, picking up the book from the bag. Henry smiled and nodded, but it soon turned into a frown as he look a Sylvia, getting her attention as he gently took the book from her and sat it on the table. "Sylvia, I want you to listen to me carefully, okay?" Henry said, Sylvia nodded as she listened intently. Henry then got everything out of the bag, except for the three soup cans at the bottom of the bag. 

"Do you see these soup cans?" Henry asked, Sylvia nodded as she looked at them. Henry then put down the bag after she got a good look at them, holding Sylvia by her shoulders as he looked her in the eyes. "Sylvia, never ever touch, play, and especially open these soup cans, okay?" Henry said, looking serious and slightly fearful, Sylvia's expression growing confused as she spoke. "Why, grandpa?" she asked, wondering why her grandfather didn't want her to play with the cans of soup, as he always let her after he was done using them, usually to use as instruments. "These are very old, and......you just can't touch or open them, no matter what, okay?" he said, refraining from what he wanted to say to her, knowing that it would scare his precious granddaughter. Sylvia nodded, looking at her grandfather in the eyes, a serious and understanding expression on her face. "I promise!" she said, Henry smiling in relief as he nodded, hugging Sylvia to him. "Thank you, sweetheart." he said, the two then continuing to watch cartoons together.

Later, after Henry had put Sylvia to bed, he got his bag and put the items on the shelf, frowning and looking a bit nervous as he did so. He then carefully and fearfully took out the soup cans from the bag, one by one, and put them on the highest shelf he could find, making sure they were far away from the edge. He decided not to put them in closed cabinets, just in case the next babysitter he hired thought they were regular soup cans. He dreaded the thought of them being opened, or even cracked, knowing what would happen in they were. He didn't want the contents of the cans getting out ever again, not wanting them to hurt anyone ever again, especially his precious granddaughter. She was the only one he had now, since her parents died. Once he had made sure they were securely on the shelf, he went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower, trying to wash away all his fears and worries. 

However, he knew, deep down, that they would never go away. No matter how much he calmed down, no matter how much he tried to forget, it would always stay in the back of his mind. He especially dreaded the day that Sylvia grew up, not because he didn't want her to, but because he knew with age come curiosity.......and what was in those cans, he could only fear of what that curiosity could do. 

(So, this is the first part of the book I've been thinking about for a while. When I first heard about Bendy and the Ink Machine, I didn't pay much mind to it. I actually thought it was just based on Disney in the 1920s and 30s, and it kinda is, but I didn't think it had so much lore and mystery to it. I've watched YouTubers like Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, Kubz Scouts, and many others play the game, and I hope I can play it myself one day. Poor Henry, he's been through, and seen, some shit! As you can tell by that, there will be cursing in this game. No like, no read, as they say. The mature label is on there for a reason. This book will also have some sexual themes, horror (duh), cursing, and some self-harm, suicidal tendencies. I will warn you guys when those chapters will come up, likely the chapter before the one containing sexual content or self-harm, mostly self-harm. I'm really excited for this book, and I hope I'll be able to finish before Bendy and the Ink Machine burns out. I also may make changes to the book in due time, since the game is still in development. Also, there WILL be spoilers in this book, so be warned. I suggest watching someone play the game first, or play the game yourself. I've been scared of Mickey Mouse for the longest.....let's scare myself with something else XD. I love you guys, and I hope you will enjoy this book! Until the next update, bye!!! ^^)

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