#henry he's the biggest prick alive

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Psycho Analysis: Henry Potter

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

I’ve talked about a lot of different sorts of villains on Psycho Analysis. I’ve talked about serial killers, zombies, space emperors, supervillains, an antichrist who has the ability to fire lightning from his penis… A lot of crazy, over-the-top characters have been covered here. But sometimes great villains aren’t found in something over-the-top or crazy. Sometimes great evil is found in something simple, chilling, and realistic.

Meet Mr. Henry Potter. Mr. Potter is a miserable, miserly, greedy old bastard. He is thoroughly unpleasant and rotten to the core. He is the poster boy for capitalist scumbags everywhere. He has absolutely zero redeeming qualities. He cruelly antagonizes George Bailey and his family at every turn and even drives the man to the suicide attempt that kicks off the part of the film we all know and love. He’s just an utter, monstrous prick.

And boy is he all the better for it!

Motivation/Goals: Mr. Potter is a capitalist. All he wants is money, and to that end he wishes to bleed Bedford Falls and its citizens dry of their money. The bad future of the third act shows Potter’s endgame: Family-owned stores replaced with pawn shops and casinos, sleazy strip clubs where the cinema would be, slums filled with buildings made to generate him income rather than provide adequate housing… We see guys like him on the news all the time. He’s pretty easy to understand.

Performance: Lionel Barrymore was a man who was mostly known for playing kindly old grandpa characters in his later years. Potter is absolutely not that, and he still manages to kill it. There are few men as cold-hearted, cruel, and miserable as Potter, and Barrymore is clearly relishing in playing cinema’s biggest capitalist scumbag.

Final Fate: Unfortunately, the text of the film has Mr. Potter get away with stealing the $8000. This is all the more baffling because bad guys weren’t supposed to get away in films at the time, so Potter is something of a subversive villain, though I wouldn’t say in a great way. He was intended to die of a heart attack onscreen, with Clarence delivering him a speech about how much of a bastard he is, but it was cut for being too dark. I choose to believe it’s still canon, and that motherfucker got sent straight to Hell.

Best Scene/Best Quote: Well, since his death scene isn’t in the movie, there’s really only one scene that could even hope to compare. For most of the film, Mr. Potter is just a scumbag, the capitalist villain to end all capitalist villains… and then he steals a misplaced $8000 dollars that could lead to George being imprisoned and ruined financially, and then when George comes to him and begs him for help, he throws everything George has ever said to him back into his face and calls in a warrant for his arrest.

If that didn’t cement him as one of the most monstrous men in all of cinema, his gleefully smug “You’re worth more dead than alive,” which of course sets up the entire third act, absolutely does.

Final Thoughts & Score: Henry Potter is callous, manipulative, and thoroughly unpleasant, but that’s what makes him such a great villain. He’s so real that it’s almost insane, and what’s more, he’s still resonant even today. There are still manipulative capitalist bastards out there like Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, and Jeff Bezos who seem to be taking pages out of Potter’s playbook, and there are plenty of weirdos out there who miss the point and idolize Potter (such as everyone’s favorite manlet, Ben Shapiro). Like, these people straight up ignore his criminal actions and consider him a good capitalist because he’s a crusty, miserly bastard who wants to bleed Bedford Falls dry and leave it as a film noir wet dream where everyone is as cruel and miserable as he is. Like this guy is so transparently evil and cruel that it’s amazing people miss the point so bad.

But I don’t think that stupid people idolizing this dick makes him any less impressive a villain. Before there was Huey Emmerich, there was Henry Potter, the ultimate “love to hate” character ever created. Lionel Barrymore really gives his all to Potter, and the fact It’s a Wonderful Life is a Christmas staple means that Potter is always available to be discovered by new generations. Pretty much the only complaint I have is that the bastard doesn’t get any sort of onscreen comeuppance. Other than that, Potter is one of the easiest 10/10 villains ever, and the only reason he isn’t an 11 is because he hasn’t really inspired massive swaths of villains after him (most capitalist villains these days are inspired by reality TV star and conspiracy theorist Donald Trump). And no, I don’t count inspiring villains in real life. We’re supposed to have fun here, not remember how much life sucks.

Anyway, fuck Mr. Potter, and merry Christmas!

#Psycho Analysis #It's a Wonderful Life #Mr. Potter #Henry Potter #Lionel Barrymore

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Guns, Glamour, and Goodfellas - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Sucker for Pain

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield

Warnings: Guns (its in the title lol), grief, a minor mention of blood, fighting, always angst (what I consider angst)

Words: 4.1K

Author note: Totally cried while writing this. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Always love hearing from you guys.

Chapter 5: Sucker for Pain

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Word of Charlotte’s death had spread like wildfire, especially at school. Only Rosie was attending the past fews days. Parker set to join her in two days time, after the funeral, he was scared of what lied ahead. Parker was discharged from the hospital a few days ago, under strict instructions to rest. He started to go a little stir crazy, watching the days pass.

Most of the student’s attended the funeral. Charlotte’s demise was widely publicized which made Parker’s blood boil. No one knew her like Parker did. Who Charlotte actually was the complete opposite of the persona she put on in public and at school. Charlotte was secretly funny and enjoyed really cheesy corny jokes. Her sense of humor was one of things that made Parker fall in love with her.

All the Hollands attended. You, Tom, Rosie, and Parker, and hoped to pay your respects. Parker was exhausted, he had been going through the stages of grief. How could his life get so screwed in a matter of a few weeks. A couple weeks ago, he was a kid planning his promposal for his girlfriend and now he is a protégé of the biggest mob in London who was about to bury his girlfriend.

This was the final stage, the one he was dreading the most, acceptance. He didn’t want to let her go. Charlotte changed his world for the better. She was the first person he ever loved and loved him in return.

The denial didn’t last long. It was unfathomable how she no longer existed. How the world wouldn’t be blessed with her beautiful smile anymore. Or her corny sense of humor and gracious presence. How could someone so perfect just leave the world so suddenly.

Bargaining followed next, coupled with anger. Parker was angry at the world, God, himself, and the bastards that killed her. If they had only driven home when he wanted to, she would still be here. If he hadn’t gotten grounded and not overslept and cleaned up quick enough. If he hadn’t thrown that stupid party. If his dad never gave him an ultimatum. If he never turned 16. Even if he never existed in the first place, Charlotte would still be alive.

There are 5 stages of grief as if you move on from one to the next but no, they stick with people. Especially, depression and anger. How does anyone ever really get over death. Losing someone you love is greatest pain ever felt. Someone you held and protected. Losing Charlotte, in that moment Parker wasn’t good enough. Not enough to protect her or love her.

Bringing us up to date, acceptance. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye but since when did he start getting what he wanted. Parker stood like a statue as he watched Charlotte’s casket lower in to the ground. He knew he had to be strong not just for himself, but for everyone else, especially Charlotte’s parents. At the reception, Parker tried to speak to them but, he didn’t know what to say. How could he lie to them saying it was an accident when in reality he was the reason.

“You have some real nerve showing up here,” Mr. Owens said as Tom walked up to the grieving parents. “I was so sorry to hear about Charlotte, Mrs. Owens,” Tom explained. “You daft prick, you were there. You could’ve protected her,” screamed Mrs. Owens to Parker.

“Mrs. Owens, I just came to offer my condol—“ Parker tried to say.

“Fuck your condolences!” She yelled, throwing her daiquiri straight on Parker. Coating him, from head to toe, in a very potent alcoholic drink.

“I think what my son is trying to explain is that if you need anything, money or a favor, it would be our pleasure. Our family business has some important ties.” Tom exclaimed, hoping to bring them some peace. “You and your son end lives. That’s your family business. I want no part of it. Now if you don’t mind, please get out of my fucking way.” Mrs. Owens said, pushing her way past Tom.

“You people have too many strings. I just want my baby girl back, and you can’t do that,” screamed Mrs. Owens as she left the premises.

“Sir, you want me to take care of her?” asked William, Tom’s capo. “Leave her alone, she’s grieving. Parker come on, let’s go home and get you cleaned up,” Tom explained.

“She’s right. If it weren’t for me Charlotte would still be alive.” Parker said solemnly. Tom hated seeing his son like this, it was eating him up inside. Tom couldn’t do anything to stop it, it was up to Parker to face his inner demons.

The Holland household was starting to return to normalcy, at least what they called normalcy. Parker refused to leave his room for awhile. Staff and you would bring food up to his room each meal and take the untouched one from before. He was a shell of a person after the night. All the while Parker was getting over Charlotte, Rosie was getting under someone new.

Henry had been coming over frequently for two reasons. To comfort Parker in his time of need and to be with Rosie. Their love for each other blossomed rather quickly. Rosie was not one for big romantic gestures, but made an exception from Henry.

The day had come where Parker was to return to school. How could face all of them with the judgements and accusations. Charlotte’s death shook everyone to their very core, everyone was taking the news differently. It wasn’t common for the school community to lose on of their own. Maybe a teacher but never a student.

There were a multitude of mourners that ranged from the fake asses who say they knew her but didn’t, her former conquests who only saw her as a good fuck and her actual friends who were devastated. Posters were hung up and there were candles, teddy bears and “We miss you cards,” displayed all over her locker.

You drove them to school that morning, since Parker was still grounded. Arriving at school, all voices ceased to exist as the black Rolls Royce pulled up. Out jumped Parker and Rosie and all eyes shifted to them as they walked through the halls.

“Glad to see you are back Mr. Holland. You missed a few projects, you can make them up at a later time,” Ms. Erikson, Parker’s chemistry teacher, said. Parker just nodded in response.

Walking to his seat, he perfectly heard all the rumors being spread or was he supposed to. “I heard he was the one who killed her.” “I heard they were both at a gang bang” “I heard she died in his arms”. How could people be so insensitive to make snap judgements like that.

Charlotte’s parents’ opted for the cause of her death to remain hidden. But they were teenagers, they couldn’t help but, gossip. Rumors are just rumors, Parker would tell himself. They weren’t entirely wrong. He was the reason, he was there when it happened, and he held her as she died. Being in those hollowed halls was brutal. Parker was basically the new social pariah.

The student’s weren’t oblivious to the Holland family. They knew what most people knew. That Tom Holland owned one of the largest exporting companies in Europe, Holland Exportation and Luxuries. And they knew not to mess with the Hollands.

Once class was over, now came the hard work. Tom called it “Mobster Bootcamp,” Parker was currently taking lessons with his dad to carry on the legacy. Tom had a few tricks of the trade up his sleeve desperately wanting to pass on to his son. They had met in the Tom’s office to begin.

“Lesson 1: Always wear black or white.” Tom started with as Parker took notes, like the perfect student he is.

With one, blood will alter it completely and the other remains unchanged. It was a common theme, with the Holland legacy, wearing black or white. It was sleek, dangerous and classy all at the same time.

“The one big perk is that blood doesn’t show up on black fabric.”

“Lesson 2: Wives must be treated with respect, girlfriends are fair game."

“If you’re a good man, the only describable difference between a wife and girlfriend is that one has an unnecessary symbol on her ring finger. They both mean the same and don’t you forget it,” Tom concluded.

And Tom was a good man. Never has Tom even thought about cheating on you. Porn was pointless and strip clubs bored him. Why throw away the best thing that ever happened to him, you.

“Lesson 3: Someone brings a knife, you bring a gun” “Never be without a weapon. Anything can become a weapon with the right skill set, but always be prepared.”

Tom was a big fan of improvisation. Sometimes using what he had on hand, like his tie. Strangling wasn’t his most favorite method of killing but he liked to mix it up.

“Also find finesse in your kills. Your mother is a big believer in gun to the head, execution style. Me on the other hand, I prefer to roughen up a guy a bit, but you will eventually develop an M.O. (modus operandi). Another lesson, make sure you don’t always use the same M.O. mix it up a bit, otherwise they could trace it back to you,” Tom elaborated.

“That bring me to my next lesson.”

“Lesson 4: Blackmail is your best friend.”

Tom has had a few close calls in his day. Everything about running a mob had to be sneaky. Bodies couldn’t be found by any random person, they needed to be cleaned up and dealt with. The witness’s in a meeting were sworn into secrecy, he had enough dirt on them that he could get someone to fake their death if need be. Cops were never a problem with the Hollands. They were his puppets and he was the puppet master.

“Killing someone in a public place you risk being caught by an innocent bystander. Then one things leads to another and you are cleaning up two bodies instead of one.That’s why I have the warehouse and the police Captain in my pocket. Just remember everyone’s got a price,” Tom explained.

“Lesson 5: Have as little weaknesses as possible.”

Tom hated referring to the one’s he loved as weakness but it was the truth. He couldn’t be weak if he desired to be top dog. The moment you and Tom started a family, his liabilities increased. From that day, his only goal was to protect you and the twins.

“I would never call your mother a weakness, but I would die for her. Also for you and your sister. This makes me vulnerable. In the past, people have put her in danger situations for leverage against me.” Tom said, rubbing his temples. Parker just nodded in return. A long silence ensued.

“Dad, are you okay?” Parker questioned.

“Yeah. I’m sorry son, I have more for you but, just have a lot on my mind,” Tom apologized. “It’s alright. Any luck with finding Charlotte’s killer?” Parker asked, his voice tainted with hope.

“No, but I do have a meeting at the warehouse with a contact would you like to tag along?”

“How could I say no,” Parker said, kind of excitedly. They made their way out of the mansion and drove to the warehouse. Parker had never been here before. It was dark and cold looking. The walls were pure metal sheets and the floor had stains of blood scattered everywhere. “Good to see you, Jazz,” Tom said walking up to the mysterious woman tied to a chair. Jasmine Ramsey, a contract killer Tom was friends with. A little more than friends at one time, predating you.

“Fuck you, Tom. What’d I do to be graced with your presence,” questioned Jazz. “Nothing to piss me off, yet,” Tom chuckled. “Then why the fuck am I here,” she said a little peeved.

“My son, here, needs to ask you a few questions,” Tom said, pointing towards Parker who stood in the corner. “Aww a baby Holland. Following in your daddy’s footsteps, huh?” “Shut it, slag,” Parker yelled as he melded his fist with her jaw.

“Jesus. What the fuck was that for?” Jazz screeched. “Woah. Sorry Jazz, should’ve told him you were an old friend,” Tom says, holding his hands up in defense. “Oh, I’m so sorry miss. Could I get you some ice or something?” Parker exclaimed, surprised that he just punched an assassin.

“Its fine didn’t hurt that bad. Gotta work on your punch,” she said adjusting her jaw. “Really. Hurt like a bitch to me” Parker whispered, holding his aching hand. Blood began to seep out of the broken skin, staining his knuckles red. “Tommy you gotta tell your son to grow tougher skin” Jazz exclaimed. “What the fuck were you thinking Parker?” Tom said, grabbing Parker by the collar of his polo. “Sorry I just assumed with her being tied up and all” Parker exclaimed. “That’s how we do business boy. You’ll soon learn”Jazz explained with a shit-eating grin across her face.

“Anyway, I need info on a murder at The Luxe on the 11th. A young girl was involved.” Tom turned to Jazz.

“Oh I heard about that, poor girl, she was pretty too. What’s it to you, Holland?”

“That’s not important,” Tom hissed. “She was my girlfriend,” Parker interrupted.

“Sorry lover boy my hands are tied, literally,” Jazz said, rolling her eyes. “If I untie you will you talk?” Tom replied.

“Yes, you know me. I don’t appreciate being threatened.” “Alright Jazz, just spit it out.” Tom said as Parker untied her restraints. “I was downtown at pub, called Harmon’s. Heard of it?” Jazz expressed. “Yeah, a big hotspot for Shaw’s men,” Tom said, nodding his head as he followed along. “Well, I was searching for my target and overheard some men saying “It’s going down tonight, word from the Merchant is that he should be there, with his little whore.”” “Fuck. The Merchant. Where have I heard that?” Tom said, puzzled. “Short for Merchant of Death. Surely, you’ve heard the old mob tales.” Jazz elaborated.

“Of course.”

“Well if it is him, I’d stop looking you don’t want to find him,” she warned. “Please, everyone knows I’m fucking top dog,” Tom asserted. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Tommy. You are now, but he used to be and if he is returning, watch your back. All he craves is power. If that’s it I’ll be on my way.” Jazz explained, asking for permission to leave. “Yes of course, Jazz. Thanks.” Tom muttered. “Give my love to your wife,” she said, pressing a cheek to his kiss as she strutted out. “Seriously dad?” Parker asked with a side glare. “Parker stop it. I love your mother and I would never cheat on her. Jazz and I are just friends.” Tom explained creating a “I’m watching you” look on Parker’s face.

“Jesus, one punch ripped open your knuckles. You're the one telling mom. Now come on or we’ll be late for dinner,” Tom said, inspecting Parker’s hand. Being the new mob boss was in Parker’s blood, but you were always against it. You loved the mob and being part of it but you wanted your kids to have a choice, unlike you and Tom.

Meanwhile at the manor, you and Rosie were making dinner. You appreciated all the staff to clean and cook but, enjoyed the satisfaction when doing it yourself. Secretly loving your independence. While you were dating Tom, you would try to ditch your security much to Tom’s dismay. You were a junkie for thrills.

Rosie and your relationship is what ever mother desired. You treated Rosie like a daughter first and a best friend second. As long as Rosie’s life was never put in danger you would keep her secrets. The major one being Henry.

“Hey honey. Since it’s just us here, how are things going with Henry?” You asked curiously. “Wait, where’s dad and Parker?” Rosie questioned cause nobody else knew. “Taking care of some business. Now spill, I want all the details.” “Well things are going really great. We kissed.” “Really? When? Where?” You have always wanted to have this conversation with her daughter. “At the hospital when Parker was hurt. I had a panic attack and Henry comforted me. He is really great, mom. I don’t know I’ve just never felt this way before,” she explained. Rosie had boyfriends in the past, never long enough for anything serious to perspire.

“Roo if you’re ready to take that step, I’m here for you. You can tell me anything.”

“I’m okay, right now, considering”

“Considering what? Did something happen? Has Henry been pressuring you?” You grew concerned of your daughter. “No. God no, nothing like that. On the night of the party, I got drunk and remember that boy Connor?”

“Yes, go on.” “Well he… he tried to rape me.” Rosie murmured, trying not to cry. “What? Roo why didn’t you tell me,” you whispered, your heart breaking on behalf of Rosie. “Henry was there to stop it and I just want to forget about.” “Roo, I’m so sorry you had to deal with this. I’m always here for you ok? I love you so much baby.” “Love you too, mom” Rosie replied. Their conversation soon quickly ended as Tom and Parker came barging through the front door and Rosie excused her self to the restroom.

“Ooo, something smells good. What is my beautiful wife cooking?” Tom asked, coming up behind you and kissing your neck.

“The only thing she knows how to cook, spaghetti and meatballs,” you replied, jokingly.

“How was your guy’s day?” You asked. “Great, Parker really showed them,” Tom said, kissing your forehead and pulling you into a warm embrace.

“Jesus Parker, does it hurt?” you questioned as he showed her his battle scars.

“What the fuck happened to your hand?” Rosie said, walking back into the kitchen. “Oh nothing,” Parker said, trying to change the subject. Rosie just gave him a puzzling glare as she dropped the subject.

“Dinner’s ready,” you announced as they all made their way to the dining room. There they sat at the long table, Tom at the head of course and you to the right of him. You all talked about your day, of course, avoiding any mob talk.

“So what really happened to your hand” Rosie asserted breaking the silence. “Drop it. Will you?” Parker barked annoyed at her persistence. “Fine,” she said staring at her plate until her phone buzzed. That noise put a smile across her face because it was always the same person, Henry. “Roo, you know the rules. No phones at dinner,” you remarked. “I know mom, just give me one second,” replied Rosie, holding up a finger. “Rosie, your mother asked you to put it down. Who’s got you so giddy anyway.” Tom said, defending you.

“Oh nothing” Rosie muttered, putting her phone down. “Ten bucks it’s a boy” Tom said directed towards you. “Deal” you responded, shaking his hand. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss, theirs loving way of shaking hands.

“I’m done. Dinner was great, thanks mom. May I be excused?” Parker asked and Tom nodded in response. Rosie cornered him on his way upstairs. It had been a while since they had talked. Sibling to sibling. Twin to twin. They tried not to keep secrets from each other. He hadn’t of told her about the mob and she hadn’t told him of her and Henry.

“Now tell me what the fuck you did to your hand,” Rosie barked, cornering him.

“Why the fuck do you want to know so bad?” Parker responded. “Umm, I’m your sister.”

“Rosie I don’t have time for your bullshit,” Parker yelled. “What the fuck happened? There’s something you aren’t telling me,” Rosie accused.

“Dad wants me to be the next him.” Parker explained. “I’m not following. What like run the company?” Rosie asked, confused by his statement.

“No. Dad is a mobster. He runs a mob and he wants me to succeed him.” “What the fuck? When did this happen? Why the fuck haven’t you told me?” Rosie exclaimed.

“Our birthday. This is what I was trying to tell you at the party!” Parker yelling causing Rosie to yell back. “Sorry, I was a little preoccupied and so were you!” Rosie hinting at Charlotte. “Don’t turn this on me. What the fuck are you doing with Henry, by the way? You think I don’t see the two of you sneaking around.” Parker quipped, in reality he had never seen their antics. “Nothing, it’s none of your business,” Rosie said, shying away from him. “Of course, it’s my business he’s my best friend.” “Well he is mine too and the world doesn’t revolve around you. If you weren’t so busy breaking curfew and sneaking out, you would see that Henry is really good to me, ever since that night.” Rosie explained stopping herself before she said something she wasn’t ready to acknowledge herself.

“Rosie, what happened?” Parker asked noticing her quick change in demeanor.

“You won’t care,” Rosie quipped.

“Try me,” Parker said softly.

“That night… someone slipped something in my drink and tried to take advantage of me, but Henry stopped it.” Rosie explained, trying to avoid the brute of Parker’s rage.

“Who? Tell me who right fucking now!”

“Connor.”

“I’m gonna kill him” “No, Henry already took care of it. You already have enough blood on your hands,” Rosie chuckled, surprised Parker cared that much. “Thanks,” he said with sarcasm.

“Roo, I’m so sorry. I should’ve known.” “It’s ok. I’m just trying to put it behind me”

“So what you are a mobster now?” “One in training. I need you to know I’m doing this for one reason only, to avenge Charlotte, okay. Not looking to kill for sport like mom and dad.”

Rosie’s suspicions grew over the years that her parents did enjoy living above the law. It didn’t bother her, she actually hoped the mantle would be passed on to her. She had a more fiery spirit than Parker, he was just a big softie on the inside much like his father. Appearances can be deceiving.

Tom was currently in his office, finishing up work for the night. Buzz, buzz, buzz. The last person he thought would call him, his dad.

“So are you going to say thanks?” asked Dom.

“For what? I don’t time for your antics, dad. A hit was hired on Parker and I have to figure out who did it.” Tom sighed. He was frustrated he was getting no where, who was the Merchant of Death. “Umm, hello. Like I said you’re welcome,” Dom quipped.

“You fucking mean that was you.”

“Duh, told you he needed a push in the right direction. I wasn’t the one to pull the trigger but I knew where he was.” “I have a crushed kid over here wanting revenge on the bastards who killed his girlfriend.” “Problem solved, glad he is joining the family business.” Dom said and hung up. How the fuck was Tom going to explain to Parker that his grandpa arranged the hit?

“FUCK!!” Tom screamed smashing everything in sight.

Meanwhile, Parker made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water when he saw you sitting on the couch, consumed in your book.

“Hey mom?” Parker asked, needing to get something off his chest. “Yeah, honey,” you responded, drawing your eyes away from your book. “I need to tell you something.”

“I’m listening… wait what the fuck was that. Hold that thought.” You hesitated when you heard a large crash come from Tom’s office.

“Let me go check on your father,” you said, getting up from the couch. Parker couldn’t help but be curious. He followed her before she closed the door and listened in, pressing his ear against the door.

“Tommy, what happened?” You queried. “It was him,” Tom spoke with an unchanging expression. “Who, Carson?” “No, Dom. He arranged the hit,” Tom said.

Parker’s heart sunk to his stomach. His girlfriend was dead because of his family. He really did kill her.

Maybe he wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger but she was seen with him. As far as he is concerned it painted a huge red target on her back. What kind of life was he born into? He never wanted any of this and now all he is, is this.

Guns, Glamour, and Goodfellas Masterlist

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Henry Bowers With An Aunt

Henry always though his and Butch was the only ones who were alive in his small family

Thats why he was shocked when you had arrived

He had come home to find his dad dead, having choked on his own sick while experiencing the effects of alcohol poisoning

He thought he'd be shipped off to foster care.

But social services got a hold of you and you immediately moved to Derry.

They had told you about his back scars and abuse and didn't hesitate to take him in.

Instead of moving into Butch's house, you bought a completely different one that was as far away as it could be without being an inconvenience to you both.

It surprised Henry when you gave him the biggest room.

He was sceptical to trust you at first, believing in some ulterior motive.

However, after a couple of weeks he began to accept there wasn't one.

It was weird for him to come home to freshly made food waiting around for him.

No alcohol was ever allowed i n the house either, which annoyed him a lot of the time.

It took an extra 3 months before he allowed you to help rub cream abd medicinal remedies on his back.

The first time you did it he flinched constantly.

Expecting you to pull your hand back and whack it on his delicate skin

You never did.

You never talked about Butch, unless Henry wanted to know.

Which he never did

You also seemed to change him

You had expressed your dislike on bullying and once he began to trust you, he felt like he owed you to ease up on the boys.

He still made rude comments and remarks about them, but he wouldn't put his hands on them.

He is also a lot more open minded now, you having taught him about different sexualities and religions when you two were bored.

He loved Fridays with you.

He'd eat dinner with you and then sit on the couch, you arm draping over his shoulder and pulling him into a hug when the horror movie of his choice starts.

You both sit in silence and watch the movie, sharing the popcorn between you.

The new clothes her gets are a blessing.

He no longer gets cold in the winter months and sometimes he feels like he will overheat.

You are sceptical of his friends.

You warmed up to Victor instantly.

You liked the boy's calming and pure atmosphere.

Belch was alright.

He was a sweet boy but often lacked the manors you naturally possessed.

You were mostly sceptical of Patrick .

His constant staring freaked you out.

However, you still mother all boys.

You make sure they all take medication if they need it and if they need a place to stay you always open your arms to them.

Henry loved you, at it took him so long to say.

You had been making a batch of cookies for Henry's birthday when he had abruptedly told you he loved you.

"I love you too Sweetheart."

So much love and cuddles!

Henry always looks back on the moment Butch died and remembered it with glee.

Not only had he escaped the abusive prick...

He gained an amazing auntie too.

#it #auntie #headcanon #henry bowers x reader #platonic #cute #angst #fluff

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                               HSHQTASK041: INSPIRATION

get ready for this one folks, it’s a big one. spoiler alert for anyone on here who plays bioshock or persona 5.

i. Henry Winter (The Secret History)

cigarettes, elaborate murder plots, and existential crises, all with the luxury of an inherited sense of entitlement

“Why does that obstinate little voice in our heads torment us so? Could it be because it reminds us that we are alive, of our mortality, of our individual souls – which, after all, we are too afraid to surrender but yet make us feel more miserable than any other thing? But isn’t it also pain that often makes us most aware of self? It is a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one’s burned tongues and skinned knees, that one’s aches and pains are all one’s own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us. Our own selves make us unhappy, and that’s why we’re so anxious to lose them, don’t you think?…And how can we lose this maddening self, lose it entirely? Love? Yes, but as old Cephalus once heard Sophocles say, the least of us know that love is a cruel and terrible master. One loses oneself for the sake of the other, but in doing so becomes enslaved and miserable to the most capricious of all the gods. War? One can lose oneself in the joy of battle, in fighting for a glorious cause, but there are not a great many glorious causes for which to fight these days.”

ii. Thomas Elliot / Hush (Batman)

parental issues, big villain. quotes socrates and aristotle a lot like some pretentious prick.

"In the dark water I see the images of my parents [...] both mocking me for the monstrosity I've become. And in my delusion, I am a frightened little boy again, desperate for their approval. Willing to die for it.”

iii. Goro Akechi / Crow (Persona 5)

bastard Bastard. big daddy issues, big abandonment issues. throughout the entire game, acts like such a good guy, but willingly abandons everyone and everything for revenge and power. “everything, even his appearance, was a fake”. “that bastard – he made himself go psychotic!”

“Haha! How wonderful! You don’t allow yourself to be enslaved by such things as human relations or past selves. And so, your heart is always free. The exact opposite of mine. To be honest, I’m envious. I wonder why we couldn’t have met a few years earlier. But... it’s no use in talking hypotheticals. That didn’t happen in reality. [...] All this is to make Masayoshi Shido my father, acknowledge me. Then exact revenge on him. Remember what I said before, how my mother was in a relationship with a good-for-nothing man? So I’m his bastard child. My very existence is nothing but a scandal. My mother’s life turned for the worse after she had me... and died. I was a cursed child for her, too. I resented him, but he was already a high-ranking official by then. A kid like me could do nothing. [...] Once he reaches the apex of his power and acknowledges me, I will whisper in his ear... I will tell him the truth of who I really am! And that’s when I, an utter disgrace to the world, will rule over him! I will prevail!”

iv. Frank Fontaine / Atlas (Bioshock)

the biggest scammer. pretended to help the main character of the game for a good chunk of the story before revealing that he caused an entire civil war in order to gain power... including orchestrating a murder plot of the man in charge that involves a genetically-engineered assassin and a plan that spans years. now, would you kindly...

“I just told your brain to tell your heart to stop beating. Not right off the bat, mind you. The heart’s a stubborn muscle... but it ain’t that stubborn.”

v. Kichimura Washuu / Furuta Nimura (Tokyo Ghoul)

another bastard. grew up being told that he’s to be the heir and then schemes to make sure that the entire world burns with him.  (read the panel right to left.)

vi. Lord Henry Wotton (The Picture of Dorian Gray)

bad influence. pleasure-seeking. but definitely settles down and is the most surprising good parent??? or tries to be to his own kiddo. overall, though.... probably not the guy to take life advice from, even though he sounds like he knows what he’s talking about.

“We are not sent into the world to air our moral prejudices. I never take any notice of what common people say, and I never interfere with what charming people do. If a personality fascinates me, whatever the personality chooses to do is absolutely delightful to me. Dorian Gray falls in love with a beautiful girl who acts Shakespeare, and proposes to marry her. Why not? If he wedded Messalina he would be none the less interesting. You know I am not a champion of marriage. The real drawback to marriage is that it makes one unselfish. And unselfish people are colorless. They lack individuality. Still, there are certain temperaments that marriage makes more complex. They retain their egotism, and add to it many other egos. They are forced to have more than one life.  They become more highly organized.  Besides, every experience is of value, and, whatever one may say against marriage, it is certainly an experience.”

“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.”

#hshqtask041 #please... i though tthis would take 5 minutes #IT TOOK HOURS #musings.

[mayflower-us-blog]

mayflower burn book

Did someone forget to take out the trash? Looks like sparelockned got left behind.. What does one need to say about this guy? The guy is about 10 years old and can barely fucking speak English, the little cretin. Falsely banned numerous people within his first month of moderator and somehow still holds it? A pure joke to Mayflower

Next joke... 

Complete beg. Desperate for attention 24/7 and will do whatever it takes to get it. The guy will literally suck a dick for any position possible as he is a power hungry little inbred. Claims he is 17 but probably is like 14. Horny bastard wanted to e-date mashallah as well, no one rates him, just a little cunt.

Clapped little yute. Proper chav and will get sparked if he messes with anyone- he also pretends to go to the gym because he's a twig looking ass.  Has a foot fetish and sucked someone's toes for 2 pounds... incest

Probably one of the biggest memes in Mayflower.. takes the piss out of everyone and they all fall for what he is saying and don’t realise he is just craving for attention, which surprisingly makes it funny.

Made one diss track on Henry now thinks shes a soundcloud rapper and that  her net-worth is $500m, proper joker tho styll, you might have to date Steven, couple goals.

The most retarded person on Mayflower.... got his positions as Moderator because he banged the admin and gave the state the most stupid and incompetent mods alive and falls for the people who suck up to him for moderator, no one rates you too, you’re just a prick.

Surprisingly, actually a sound guy and has banter, along with Ewan and doesn’t take everything too serious which makes Mayflower that little bit better and the development towards it, hats off to you, we just recommend you actually remove peoples moderators inactive and incompetent.

#burned

[nyrandrea]

Communication

Right, so I wanted to try and give myself a challenge here because a few folk pointed out to me that I tend to write a lot of quick and snappy scenes without really stopping for a moment. So here we go, this is my attempt at trying a nice, calm, development chapter. Sit down and relax, folks.

I also want to thank you all for 300 followers! It means so much to me, you have no clue! ;w;

Once again, this story is inspired by the 2D Bendy AU created by the wonderful @shinyzango!

I tried.

They were still no closer to finding the information that they both so desperately craved.

Henry's brow furrowed as he continued to flick through the several documents that he had found in an old wooden cabinet in one of the storyboard rooms. The pages were yellow with age and musty with several layers of dust on top of them. He was forced to blow on the pages in order to be able to read the faded out words but instantly regretted it as the sudden puff from the cloud of dust sent him into a coughing fit.

Too bad they were far away from that air vent that they had found earlier, he really could have used it just about now.

“Henry...are ya alright?” A small, worried voice asked from below.

He glanced down and smiled as he nodded, “Yeah bud, don't worry.” The older man managed to say in between coughs. “Lot of dust in this place, probably shouldn't have did that.” He said with a chuckle, clutching his chest slightly as he tried to steady his breathing again.

Bendy frowned sadly in response. “You should be more careful Henry, cuz I dunno when we're gonna find another air vent again...” He paused for a moment.

 “Maybe ya should...slow down your breathin' or somethin'...ya use up less air that way, right? And then you'll be able to breathe better...and...” The demon trailed off and looked down.

Henry could feel that Bendy was holding back on something, the little toon shuffled nervously and wrung his hands together as he tried to avoid the man's eyes. Henry sighed as he suddenly realised what was getting the demon so anxious.

“Bendy.” The toon looked up nervously, to which Henry smiled in a reassuring manner. “What happened back there was just a one off thing, I promise you, I am completely fine now.”  

Henry still felt pretty pissed off with himself that he even allowed that mental breakdown to happen in the first place. He hated that Bendy had to see and deal with it, but it was in the past, it happened, they had to move on. He had to move on.

“If ya say so...” Bendy said, not sounding fully convinced. But the little devil's frown was soon replaced with a big grin as he enthusiastically put his gloved hands on his hips. “Now those papers aren't gonna sort themselves out! Let's keep going through ‘em and find some info, eh?” He said with a determined nod.

Henry gave a small grin and nodded back. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, pal.” With that, he continued to rake through the cabinet of documents, a new fire lit up in his eyes as he felt Bendy's confidence and determination flow through his mind powerfully.

After about half an hour of continued searching and reading, that fire and determination was completely extinguished again.  

There was nothing, no information on Joey, or the whereabouts of any of the other employees for that matter. All that he had found were some blueprints for the ink machine, which he had decided to keep a hold of, and had stuffed it into his trouser pocket. It could come in handy if they ever managed to get back up to the machine, somehow.

Henry let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his temples as he leaned his back against the wooden cabinet and slumped down to the floor, it was going to be a long and difficult journey before they would ever reach that damn machine again, he could just feel it.

A small and subtle twinge suddenly pricked at the back of his mind, it was a feeling of regret and...longing, but it wasn’t his own. Curious, he glanced a look at Bendy, who surprisingly had the most glum expression he had ever seen on anyone, the little toon was staring off at something on the far side of the room. The older man raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes as he looked over, seeing if he could catch what had the demon so down.

There were two vintage, ragged posters pinned to the wooden wall, one with a cartoon wolf holding up a clarinet, the other an angel with devil's horns and a shining halo, she was holding her gloved hand up as if she was about to perform a song. Henry’s eyes lit up with realisation, it was Boris and Alice.

With all the chaos that had been going on, he had completely forgotten about those two.

 Boris was supposed to be Bendy's best friend and a sort of sidekick to the little devil in the show, while Alice was the love interest, of sorts. The angel and demon had a running gag where they pretended to hate each other and would often pull off cruel stunts and tricks on the other, but in the end, they actually cared a lot about each other, though they would never show it. It was a sweet, comedic hit for the audiences, and it brought in a lot of views and money for the studio.

Henry sighed slightly, it was nothing but a memory now.

Although, it did bring up a new question: Where was Alice? Had she been brought to life like the others? The thought made Henry think back to when he and Bendy had come across what appeared to be have been a failed attempt at bringing Boris back to life, back at the beginning of their travels.

He remembered seeing the lifeless corpse of the wolf roughly strapped to some sort of raised operating table with ink pipes connected to the back. White ribs protruded from the wolf's body, which were stuck up at some pretty odd angles, the older man had to try and calm Bendy down, who was absolutely hysterical at the horrific sight. It had taken Henry a good long while of coaxing before the poor thing gained his composure again.

Henry blinked as he snapped out of his thoughts, and looked back down to Bendy once more. He felt a little pang in his heart at the little toon’s downcast expression, the demon looked absolutely depressed.

“Bendy...” Henry tentatively started. “You ok?” It was probably a stupid thing to ask, but he honestly didn't really know what else to say.

It took a few moments before the devil finally answered. “Hm. I'm fine, just...thinkin' is all...”

Henry frowned slightly when nothing else was said, he could very clearly feel that the demon was definitely not fine, and they both knew it. He was very tempted to ask Bendy if he knew anything about Alice being alive, but he didn't want to push his luck with the already gloomy toon, so he decided to drop the matter entirely, for the time being at least.

Henry let out a stifled yawn, earning an instantaneous glare from Bendy, the older man blinked before sighing at the fact that he had been caught and prepared himself for the incoming lecture.

“Henry, you should really get some rest.” The demon glanced around the room. “Maybe we should take a quick nap or somethin'” Henry gave him a tired but reassuring grin.

“I’m fine, really. We should keep moving-“

“But I'm pretty tired too, we could both do with some shut-eye.” Bendy interrupted, before clasping his gloved hands together and looking up at the human with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster, which for a cartoon, was especially exaggerated. “Please?”

It took everything in Henry's power not to chuckle at the sight, it would appear that he had no choice in the matter.

“Fine, I suppose you're right, bud.” He complied. “But only for a little while, an hour or so, deal?” Henry placed his index finger onto the page for Bendy to shake.

Bendy grinned and nodded happily. “Deal!” He took the finger with both hands and shook vigorously. The sensation of touching a live cartoon was still very bizarre, it was something that he was probably never going to get used to.

“Alright, let me find somewhere a little more comfortable then. This floor won't exactly be good for my old bones.” With that, Henry got up with the help of his axe, and moved to a more appropriate spot for a nap.

“Hey!” Bendy piqued up, catching the other's attention. “If ya ask me, I’d say that your bones are in pretty great condition!”

Henry gave the little devil an amused look. “Oh yeah, what makes you say that?”

“Well, I uh...” He faltered for a split second. “Well, they just are, cuz you're super macho!” Bendy proudly exclaimed, making Henry roll his eyes slightly, but with a small smile on his face.

“Whatever you say, bud.” The older man bemusedly said, he had to wonder if the demon was being supportive or if he was just being plain naive. Either way, it was honestly quite sweet.

There was a chair on the far side of the room, just opposite of the posters, Henry pondered if he should have faced the chair in another direction, so that Bendy wouldn't have to look at them, but decided against it. There were duplicate posters all over the place anyway, so there was no escaping looking at them.

Henry sat down and sighed in relief as he settled himself down, the hard, wooden chair wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep upon, or sit upon for that matter. But it sure as hell was better than the floor, at least he would have a back support.

He placed Bendy's page and his axe on a nearby desk, stretched his strained arms and decided to check himself over for a minute, he didn't know when he was going to get the opportunity to again.

His clothes were absolutely tattered, ragged and had jet black ink stains all over them, especially the bottom half of his trousers and shoes, his shirt, however, was still in a surprisingly good condition. His skin was stained and smeared with faded ink, and his hair was slightly matted with the black substance, although it had dried up slightly, resulting in his hair clumping up a tad bit.

‘Ugh. I'm going to have to take a really long shower when I get out of here.’ Henry amusedly thought to himself, before pausing for a moment.

‘If...I get out.’ A subtle but menacing voice at the back of his mind said.  

Sighing and pushing the negative thought away, he checked his leg next. The trouser material was still ripped but the bandages were gone, he had decided that the wound was healed enough to not need them anymore, that, and he had ran out of fresh wrappings anyway. The large gash was now a horrible looking scar, but he was honestly just thankful that it had managed to stay clean and healed up without any sort of infection.

‘Heh...another battle scar to add to the collection, I suppose.’ He thought, smiling slightly.

Henry stopped his health check and leaned back in the chair while crossing his arms across his stomach, preparing himself for what was probably going to be a rough sleep, but just as he was about to shut his eyes, a small cough caught his attention.

The older man lifted his head and turned it to look at the source of the noise. Bendy had his hands clasped together and was looking down in a sheepish manner. Henry noticed a subtle feeling of self-doubt creeping up at the back of his mind.

“Bendy.” This earned a small flinch from the demon. “What's wrong?”  

Bendy kept quiet, he had a perplexed expression on his face, like he wasn't sure whether he wanted to say anything, the self-doubt at the back of Henry's mind was gradually getting stronger, it was like there was a battle of wills going on inside him, he was going to have calm the little toon down and find out what was bothering him so much.

“It’s all right...” Bendy glanced up, Henry gave him a gentle, reassuring smile. “You can tell me anything, bud. Anything at all.” This seemed to ease the devil slightly, and the negative emotions died down slightly, making it easier for Henry to think again.

“Well, I uh...” Bendy stuttered a little as he tried to string his sentence together in a way that would make sense. “Maybe I should sleep...w-with ya...so I can...um...protect ya better if any of those monsters decide to attack us.” Bendy quickly said, before pausing for a moment.

“Yeah, that way they won't get the jump on ya, not with me there!” The little toon added with a more confident tone and determined expression this time.

Henry blinked for a moment in mild surprise, why was Bendy suddenly so insistent in sleeping with him? The desk honestly wasn't that far from him so protection certainly wasn't going to be an issue, but Henry could still feel that self-doubt creeping up again, and he noticed a glint of longing in Bendy's face, like a child that was desperately wanting something, which was when it dawned on him:

The little demon just didn't want to sleep on his own.

Henry had never really thought about it before but he had only arrived in the studio a short while ago, and it had been a full 30 years since he was last here, Bendy had been brought to life not that long after he had left, so during that time, Bendy must have been completely on his own. The poor thing had went years without any company at all, so Henry couldn't really blame him for wanting to be comforted, and he was more than happy to oblige.

“Good idea, bud.” The older man said with a smile. “We'll cover each other’s back much easier that way.” He said, not wanting to call out Bendy on his real reasoning. Like him, the little toon could be quite prideful.  

He reached over, lifted the paper from the desk and gently laid it onto his chest, with Bendy facing upwards. Henry could feel a surge of relief and happiness wash over him through their connection, and noticed the beaming grin that was on Bendy's face, he smiled at the lovely sight. The man put a hand over the paper as Bendy settled himself down, and closed his eyes as he could feel a drowsiness start to take over him.

“Sleep tight, Henry...” He could hear Bendy sleepily mutter.  

“You too, pal...” Henry replied, a small smile on his face.

It didn't take long for sleep to overcome them both.

The older man could instantly tell where he was without even having to open his eyes.

He slowly felt around the smooth surface that he was laying upon, it was cool and ever so slightly wet to the touch, it also felt soft and...almost organic. He knew that he was going to have to get up soon, so he slowly got himself up into a sitting position and yawned loudly as he stretched his arms to try and stimulate the stiff limbs.

“So...you're here again.” Henry nonchalantly said with a small grin as he looked up at the huge monster, who in return, gave him a semi unamused look. 

However, it was quickly replaced with a huge fang-filled grin as the demon lowered his head to nuzzle the older man in a manner of greeting, making Henry flinch slightly as he timidly gave Bendy a small pat, just above his eye.

As much as he appreciated the gesture, he was still extremely nervous about it. Especially after the whole horrible flashback scenario that had happened before, the excruciating pain that he had to go through back then was completely unbearable, there was no way he was prepared to deal with something like that again. So as endearing as Bendy was being, Henry couldn't help but wish that he would keep his distance.

The head suddenly pulled back, the unexpected movement threw Henry off balance slightly. Looking up to see what was wrong, he grimaced as Bendy gave him what appeared to be an offended and somewhat hurt expression. As subtle as the human tried to be, it looked as though Bendy had caught on to his thoughts, Henry ran a hand through his hair in a sheepish manner as he tried to reason with the large demon.

“I'm sorry, bud. It's just that after last time-“

He was suddenly cut off though, as Bendy rolled his eye and held up his other hand in a motion for him to stop talking.

A dark, deep, booming voice suddenly sounded out.

“No, no...I get it. You're still scared of me.” The voice said in an almost sarcastic manner.

Silence followed as Henry just stared up at Bendy, completely dumbfounded.

The demon simply stared back nonchalantly as the sound of his voice echoed throughout the area, gradually quieting down until silence engulfed them once more.

Henry was at a complete loss for words. Did...did Bendy honestly just speak?  

The sheer power and authority in that voice was unbelievable, but it wasn't completely overpowering, it was very...soft and gentle, like the sound of rumbling thunder sounding out in the distance. It was nothing like the enthusiastic, joyful and higher pitched voice he was so used to hearing from the devil in his little doodle form.

There were a few beats of silence, before Henry finally managed to conjure up the strength to talk again.

“You...you can....you can actually speak?” His voice cracked slightly, it sounded so weak and pathetic compared to Bendy's, it didn't help that he could feel himself trembling slightly as well.

Bendy blinked in surprise at the man's shivering, before giving him a sympathetic and slightly sheepish look. The large demon tried to ease him a bit by quieting down his voice just a tad, so as not to spook the human so much.

“Yes.” Bendy said, much calmer this time. “I have always been able to speak.”

Silence ensued once more as Henry kept staring at him.

Now it was Bendy that started to feel a little nervous. Did he really scare Henry that much? The demon could feel the connection between them waver slightly, there was a flickering tension in the air that made him very uncomfortable. Bendy tried to smile in a reassuring manner and was about to ask if Henry was alright, before being caught completely off guard as Henry suddenly stood up.

“Are you kidding me with this?!” Henry angrily exclaimed while throwing his arms up, stunning the large demon, making him flinch a little.

“Why...!” Henry grimaced and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm himself down, failing miserably.

“Why...are telling me this just now? Hm? Why didn't you say anything back when I was going through all of that...crap?!” He angrily yelled, glaring up at the monster.

He gripped the sides of his head and groaned loudly in frustration as Bendy stayed silent, his expression still a little bewildered. The human could feel his pent up anger start to rise.

“You just stood there...and watched...while I writhed about in pain, and you didn't even think to talk, to tell me what was going on, or to-“

Henry was suddenly cut of however as a clawed finger gently but firmly pushed him off of his feet and back into a sitting position.

“Oh do calm down, Henry.”

Bendy’s deep, rumbling voice held a subtle condescending tone to it, which made Henry clench his teeth in a somewhat annoyed grimace.

“Hey, don't tell me to calm down-“

Henry was cut off again, this time by a quiet and low warning growl. This definitely shut the human up as his eyes widened a little in fear. He knew that Bendy wouldn't hurt him as he seemed to have complete control over this...dream or nightmare form, whatever it was. But he also knew that when the demon was annoyed, it was a sign to stop.

Satisfied, Bendy quieted down and spoke once again.

“Now, I am sorry that you had to deal with the pain, really I am. But I had no other choice but to let the connection take place. I was not able to stop it, it had to happen. I... hope you can understand.” The large demon said with a sombre and somewhat guilty look.

Henry frowned and looked down, before speaking up again, “But...what even happened? What's the connection for? How...why did it happen?” The human asked, a desperate tone in his voice. His need for answers was killing him, he had to know what the Hell was going on, and now.

Bendy looked away nervously, as if he was trying to come up with some kind of answer that would satisfy him, but Henry didn't even give him a chance to think as the man rapidly fired more questions at him.

“What about those visions? Those figures at the machine, the clarinet, the...ring, the golden ring. What does it mean? And...what are you? Is...this another form or...are you even real? What...what about...”

He trailed off as he noticed that Bendy had closed his eye and was shaking his head slowly, as if the devil was trying to make sense of everything himself, making Henry blink in confusion.

“...I apologise, but...I do not have the answers to all of your questions. All that I know is that the connection needed to happen and that I am alive.” Bendy simply said with a straight face, while Henry's expression just grew even more confused.

“You're...alive? The Hell does that even mean?” The older man asked with a frown. Bendy's expression didn't falter as he simply replied.

“It means exactly what I said. I am alive.”

The human sighed in aggravation, he hated it when he got vague answers.  

“Ok, well...what about Joey? Do you know where he is?” He asked in a somewhat more hopeful tone. Bendy frowned sadly and shook his head, but Henry wasn't giving up.

“...What about the other Bendy? Y'know, the one that keeps chasing us? You know anything about it?” A sudden growl from the demon made the older man flinch, he could feel a sudden anger rise up within him, and it wasn't his own this time.

Bendy's expression looked fairly furious at the mere mention of that monster, Henry couldn't exactly blame him but...the demon looked absolutely terrifying as his fang filled grin turned into an angry grimace, the white pupil in his eye shrunk a little. It reminded Henry a little of when Bendy would have his insane phases, and safe to say, it had him pretty panicked.

“The less you and I know about that impostor, the better. All that I do know, is that if it even dares to come near you again, I won't hesitate to kill it...”  

Henry could feel Bendy's hand trembling from underneath him, the demon's face looked absolutely livid now.

‘Shit...I shouldn't have brought that up...’ He internally scolded himself. He was going to have to calm him down before something happened.

“Hey...it's ok, bud.” The older man coaxed while holding out a hand. “I’m alright, nothing's gonna happen to me.”

Bendy's angry look turned into one of sadness as he lowered his head to nuzzle Henry's hand.

“You do not know that. Not for sure.” Bendy solemnly said as he closed his eye, his head still lowered.

Henry frowned slightly, before smirking a little. “Actually, I do.”

This caught Bendy's attention as his single eye snapped open and looked at the human curiously.

“I have you, don't I? You're the sole reason I'm even still alive. So as long as you still stick with me,  I can probably guarantee that I'll be totally fine.” Henry inwardly cringed at how cheesy his wording was, but Bendy lifted his head and gratefully smiled at the sentiment.

“Then I shall be by your side until the very end.” Bendy replied, with a new found light in his eye and a big, genuine grin. Despite the terrifying fangs, he looked like his old joyful self again.

Henry smiled back before frowning slightly again. After a moment of silence, he looked up to Bendy with an almost pleading look.

“Are you sure that there isn't anything you can tell me that would help us? Anything at all?” The large devil gave him a sympathetic look.

“I only know as much as you do, Henry. Nothing more, nothing less.”

The older man sighed at the answer, but he honestly didn't expect anything else. He had hoped that Bendy might have had all the answers or some kind of magical solution to clean up this whole mess, but alas, reality had to kick in sometime.

He slumped a little, and ran a hand through his thick but aging hair, he was starting to wonder what the point in all of this was. Was there really an end goal in sight? Were they even going to make it out? Or were they doomed to wander around the studio in an infinite loop? He was starting to maybe think it was going to be the latter.

“Fear not. We will make it out.” The sudden deep and growling voice caught him off guard again and made him jump slightly. He quickly looked up to see Bendy giving him an encouraging grin, how did he-

Henry internally scolded himself, he completely forgot about how open his thoughts and emotions were to Bendy now. Of course the demon could tell how he was feeling.

“We will survive and we will get out, mark my words.” Bendy said in a confident but comforting tone. “You once told me that you wanted to show me what world is outside of the studio, to show me colour, I remember you being very passionate about it.”

Henry blinked silently, allowing Bendy to continue.

“I am passionate about it as well. I want to see what’s out there, and I want you to show me. We are, as you said, ‘family', after all. Am I right?”  

Henry's look of surprise instantly softened into one of gratitude.  

“Yeah.” Henry said, his voice wavering slightly, he felt himself getting a little emotional at the fact that Bendy was quoting his own words. “Yeah, you're right, bud.” He smiled up at the large demon and nodded. “I promise I'll show you everything out there, you're gonna love it.”

Bendy smiled, nodded back and lowered his head to nuzzle Henry's.

“If you love your outside world so much, then I will love it too, without a doubt.” Bendy replied, lightly rubbing the older man's head with his own. 

Henry chuckled lightly and lifted a hand to give the demon's cheek a small pat, a mutual feeling of trust and understanding smoothly and powerfully ran through the connection of their bond.

They gave each other a smile before Henry woke up.

He slowly opened up his eyes, only to be greeted by the silence of the studio, save for a light snoring sound that was coming from below. He tiredly glanced down to the paper that he still had lightly grasped to his chest, Bendy was still completely out for the count, and was grinning sleepily as he continued to silently snore. Henry smiled softly at the sight.

He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes as he felt subtle hints of the bond come through from his dream, the comforting feeling relaxed him, as did the peace and quiet. He took a deep breath and let it out as he allowed himself to enjoy the calm atmosphere for the time being, he gripped Bendy's page ever so slightly, just to make sure he was still secure.

Only one thought ran through his mind: He was going to get Bendy out of this place, one way or another.

The studio stayed silent as the monsters kept at bay.

I know, I suck at development but I sure as heck tried. ;w;

Also I thought it was a good opportunity to use doodle Bendy a little more because I honestly don’t focus on him enough.

On the other hand, I focus on Nightmare too much but hey I love him, what can ya do.

Anyway, let me know what y’all think!

Chapter 1 - Friend - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/160420312731/friend

Chapter 2 - Rest - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/160589009081/rest

Chapter 3 - Enemy - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/160963746341/enemy

Chapter 4 - Family - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/161237849016/family

Chapter 5 - Nightmare - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/161560167591/nightmare

Chapter 6 - Bond - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/161937236941/bond

Chapter 7 - Breakdown - https://nyrandrea.tumblr.com/post/162340494396/breakdown

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #2D Bendy AU #shinyzango #fanfiction