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Henry woke up completely smothered in blankets, wrapped around him like bubblewrap. He had at least 3 pillows under his head and was in the center of the bed. That last fact alone was odd, because upon further inspection, it wasn’t his bed. It was way too big. He struggled to free himself from the blankets for several minutes, to no avail.
Henry groaned and rolled over, the blanket burrito restricting his movement. He sighed and tensed up when he heard the door open. He tried to roll back over, then rolled again, only he rolled with too much Force™ and ended up laying on the bed face-down. He heard a snicker, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was.
“Well heya sport,” Bendy said, chuckling at his work.
“Did you wrap me up like this?” Henry’s unamused muffled voice questioned. This only made Bendy snicker again and pat Henry on the back.
“Well I mean, ya are pretty clumsy. I figured you might try and fall off the bed!” Henry rolled over again so that he was facing Bendy and glared.
“What kind of idiot falls off of the-” Henry rolled too far again and ended up on the floor. How cliche. Bendy full-on burst out laughing. Henry lay on the floor, repeatedly smacking his forehead against the ground. He jinxed me he jinxed me I jinxed me.
“Well can you at least help me up you fucking asshole,” Henry spat as he writhed around on the ground, still trapped in the blanket burrito. Bendy finished laughing and caught his breath, then reached down and untangled Henry. Henry was glad to find that he was wearing pants. He stood up, but quickly took a seat on the bed when the sudden rush of blood flow made him dizzy.
Having nothing left to talk about, the room quickly flooded with awkward silence. Henry fidgeted with the blanket nervously, desperately searching the depths of his mind for something to say. Luckily, but also unfortunately, he didn’t have to.
“So uh, about last night…” Bendy began, rubbing the back of his head. Henry tensed up, having little to no experience with this thing. “I um.. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
“Forgive you? Wait why?” Henry was puzzled. Bendy stood timidly, clasping his hands together.
“Well, I mean, I just kinda...yeah, ‘n I didn’t ask or anythin’,” he explained. Henry glanced up, and couldn’t help a small smile creeping across his face. Bendy trailed off, until his mutters became mumbles. Henry laughed lightly. Bendy snapped out of it and looked back down at Henry, confused.
“Bendy, if I had minded, I probably wouldn’t have been so willing,” Henry admitted, then regretted his choice of words. Why didn’t I say, I didn’t mind, instead of being so blatant?? U g h whyyyyyy. I could die from this emb- oh wait.
Bendy blinked a couple times, then grinned, seeming to ease up a bit. He took a seat next to Henry, and they were both silent for a couple moments.
“So then, uhm,” Bendy began cautiously, “this wasn’t just a one-time thing?” Henry turned at least 5 different shades of red before collecting himself enough to respond.
“I mean, unless you wanted it to be,” Henry choked out, “I’m, uhh, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to…” Bendy laughed and leaned against Henry. Henry let out a nervous chuckle, and they both were silent for a moment, though it wasn’t as awkward.
“So then, can I,” Bendy spoke quietly, but loud enough for Henry to hear, “can I kiss you?” Henry was already red from before, so he could only feel even more embarrassed as he nodded yes. Bendy didn’t wait for him to take back his choice, leaning quickly over and kissing him on the cheek. Henry squeaked, and tensed up, but didn’t mind. They sat for a moment, then Henry spoke up.
“So uh, what’s for breakfast?” Bendy grinned again, his tail swishing back and forth.
“Glad ya asked! I hope you’re gonna like it,” Bendy said, standing up and offering Henry his hand. Henry took it and followed Bendy out the bedroom door and down the hall to the dining area.
Breakfast consisted of belgian waffles, topped with syrup and light powdered sugar. Henry just had to wonder…
“Where are you getting all this food anyways?” Henry questioned, looking at Bendy. Bendy laughed.
“I sure do,” he said, then walked over to his seat. Henry sighed, taking his place next to Bendy.
Breakfast passed slowly, yet in the blink of an eye. They chatted a bit, interrupted by the ends of sentences and food. It was probably the most relaxed Henry had felt in the week-and-a-half since he’d gotten there. Maybe it was the unspoken trust pact formed when you fuck another person. That pact where you both agree that you trust each other enough to hang out with each other, even if only because you’ve seen each other naked and at your most vulnerable. Or maybe it was the fact that Bendy hadn’t tried to kill him yet. Or both.
After breakfast they sat on the couch for a bit, not saying much. Henry was staring at the spot where “The Illusion of Living” sat on the shelf, still not fully believing it. If he were dead, why would he still be able to produce...nevermind, you get my drift. Besides, Joey wrote it. And, knowing Joey, he was not always the most accurate human being alive.
Henry liked sitting with Bendy, but the fact that nothing was happening was absolutely killing him. He shifted a bit, and Bendy looked down at him.
“So what did you want to do today?” Henry asked, sitting up straight. Bendy mumbled something under his breath, a short word, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he had said. “OTHER than that,” Henry added, raising an eyebrow. Bendy opened his mouth to say something, but a distant sound of planks clattering to the floor got both of their attentions. Both stood up, but Bendy motioned for Henry to stay put. Bendy walked out of the room and down the hall to the door that led to the room where Henry had first woken up.
Psh, like Henry was just going to ‘stay put’.
Henry crept down the hall and hid half-in the doorway of Bendy’s bedroom, just close enough to the end of the hallway to hear what Bendy said.
“Boris?”