Y/n's POV:

    For the next hour or two, the three of us wasted time either talking or playing cards. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I actually enjoyed being with Henry again. I also admired how kind he was to Boris. Nobody else down here had a heart, so they all treated us pretty poorly. I couldn't deny that it was nice to have someone who actually treated us well.

    But I wouldn't let Henry know that. He didn't need to know that I secretly appreciated his presence.

    But at the same time, I wasn't going to treat him poorly either. He showed me a ridiculous amount of kindness by offering to save me from this place. On top of that, he even agreed to help Boris out too.

    I guess that kind heart of his never changed over the years.

    After one of our many games of Egyptian Ratscrew, Henry finally stood up from the table.

    "Don't get me wrong, this has been a ton of fun. But I think we should start moving on."

    "Looks like someone is a sore loser," I teased.

    "Hey, I won nearly half of the time!" he protested.

"I will admit, I'm impressed," I said. "Me and Boris play this a lot, so you were playing against professionals."

"I think you've forgotten, we used to play this a lot of the time together," he reminded me. "I'm a pro too."

"Sure, whatever you say," I said, gathering all of the cards together to shuffle them again.

"Looks like someone has a bit of an ego," he teased back. I rolled my eyes and grinned.

"You're one to talk."

Boris waved a hand in front of our faces to get our attention. We looked over at him and he pointed towards the stove.

"You're hungry?" I asked. Boris nodded.

I turned back to Henry. "How about this: let's have some food first and then we can get on our way."

"I could use something to eat."

"Sounds great," I said. "In that case, wanna help me make some bacon soup?"

"Bacon soup? You mean that stuff all around the studio?" He repeated.

"That's right," I said. 

"That stuff is actually edible?"

"I know it sounds strange, but it's really not that bad."

"Well... I guess I can try it."

"Alright, you stay here. I'll go get some soup," I told him.

I normally kept soup all around the safehouse in random places. I found one can on a shelf, another in a chest underneath my hammock, and another on top of a barrel near the stove. I put the three cans of soup in the pot which was on top of the stove before pouring some in three bowls and bringing it to the table.

Boris dug right in. Henry, on the other hand, stared at it with disgust. I could tell didn't want to offend me, but he really didn't want to eat it.

"I know it looks bad," I said. "I would give you something else, but that's all we have."

"That's alright," he said. "Thank you for this."

I simply smiled before eating some myself. He ate some, but I could tell that he was forcing himself to eat it. I felt bad, but like I said, it was all we had.

Once we finished eating, Boris grabbed a small toolbox on the floor beside him and put it on the table which had a lever inside that was used to open the door to exit the safehouse. As soon as we walked out the door behind us slammed shut on its own. I began to lead the way, but Henry put his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I turned around to look at him.

"Let me lead the way," he offered.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I know this place like the back of my hand."

"You're injured," he reminded me, pointing to my leg. "It'd only be fair for me to lead."

"But Henry, I can–"

"Just let me lead," he insisted.

"Well... suit yourself," I gave in, stepping aside for him to go in front of me. He smiled and led me and Boris down the hallway. Within a few feet we came across a room that was almost completely pitch black.

"Looks like it's really dark up ahead," Henry mumbled. "Let's find some light."

"Well, lucky for us, there's a flashlight right here," I said, pointing to a flashlight on a desk next to me.

Before I could reach for it, Henry took it and turned it on before heading into the dark, ominous hallway with me and Boris behind.

Even though the flashlight helped a bit, it didn't do much. The hallway was almost always this dark though, so it wasn't any different than what I was used to. On the other hand, Boris was definitely pretty scared. Ever since I first met him here in the studio, he never seemed to like the dark.

It used to frighten me too, but I had to learn to get used to it. There were dark places all over the studio. But I'd be lying if I said I were over that fear completely.

"Don't be scared, Boris. I'll keep the light near you so you don't get lost," Henry reassured Boris once he noticed how scared he was.

The sounds of different machinery filled the room. It was hard to hear anything else, but every now and then you'd hear some strange noise. But I was able to block it out. This sort of stuff was normal to me now.

"Did you hear that?" Henry muttered.

I looked over at him and shrugged.

"Yeah... Me neither."

I didn't show any signs of fear, but I did make sure to stay as close as possible to Henry. I was sure to be discreet about it though so that he wouldn't know that I was doing it intentionally.

Once we finally got through the creepy hallway, we came across something... frustrating.

"Another dead end," Henry groaned. "I don't see any other way through."

"Me neither."

"You got any ideas, Boris?" Henry asked him. Instead of showing any response, Boris opened up a small vent (which totally isn't sus lol) and crawled through.

"Boris what are you–" I began. But it closed behind him before he could answer.

"Well, that's great," Henry sighed.

"It's alright. I'm sure he's just gonna go find a way for us to get out," I told him.

"Like...?"

"I dunno," I said. "But I trust Boris. He'll find a way to get us out of here."

Things went silent for a little bit as we waited there until Henry spoke up again. "It's really nice to be doing this with you two. I like having some company rather than fighting on my own."

"Well lucky for you, we've got a lot more fighting up ahead," I smirked.

"Hooray," he groaned sarcastically. Just then, I noticed the two metal doors ahead of us open up.

"That was fast," Henry noticed.

"It's Boris. He's quick like that."

The two of us walked down the hallway where ink dripped down from the ceiling. At the end of it was a large cutout of Bendy's face, but it looked more like Sammy's mask which seemed to make Henry a little uncomfortable.

We walked past it and came into a large room with the toy machine. There was a big sign which had ink that flowed down like a waterfall. There were giant toys all around.

"Wow," Henry sighed breathlessly. "I don't remember any of this."

"It's quite the sight, isn't it?" I said.

"No kidding."

He followed me up the large set of stairs when we came into what looked like an old toy making room. There were tons of shelves with more Boris, Alice, and Bendy plushies. However, the door that we needed to get through was blocked off by some of the shelves.

"Why is there always something blocking the door?" Henry groaned. "There's gotta be a way through!"

"I've done this hundreds of times," I told him. "I know how to do this. You wait here."

I walked outside of the room and pulled a lever on the wall. Before I could walk back inside I heard the beginning of a familiar audio log. I couldn't quite tell whose it was. I walked back inside to hear the rest of the audio log.

"So what if I went and painted some of those Bendy dolls with a crooked smile? That's sure no reason for Mr. Drew to be flyin' off the handle at me."

I smiled at the sound of Shawn Flynn's voice. He was an old friend of mine, but he left the studio only a year after me. He stopped talking to me after that. I never quite knew what happened to him. All I knew was that he was one of the lucky ones to leave this place. So as much as I missed him, I knew he was doing better outside of the studio; and that's what mattered.

"And if he really wants to be so helpful, he could be tellin' me what I'm to be doin' with this warehouse I got full of that angel whatchamacallit. Not a scrap of that mess be a-sellin'!

"Probably have to melt it all down to be rid of it all."

"I see you've discovered the audio logs," I noticed, catching Henry's attention. Henry turned around to look at me.

"These? I've known about them for a long time. I kept one myself when I first started working here," he said. "I've found logs all over the studio ever since I showed up. It's been interesting to hear the voices of all our old co-workers back when they were normal."

"Yeah. It's like you get to have a little piece of them with you. I feel like as long as I have their audio logs it's like they're always in my heart."

"Yeah. I know what you mean."

"You know, I kept a few around the studio," I continued, walking over to and unclogging the belt wheels.

"Yeah, I know," he responded.

I looked back over at him. "How?" I could tell by his facial expression that he regretted telling me that.

"You heard one of them, didn't you?"

"Well... maybe..."

I hoped it wasn't the one on my desk back in the music department. I didn't need him knowing how I felt about him leaving me. Even though it was thirty years ago, I still didn't want him to know how I really felt about it.

"It wasn't by chance the one on my desk, was it...?" I asked hesitantly. He didn't answer.

Yep. That was the one.

"Oh gosh. I'm sorry. That wasn't meant for you to hear," I groaned with embarrassment. "I knew I should've gotten rid of that thing a long time ago."

"No no, it's alright y/n–"

"I'm sorry," I interrupted, walking back over to him. "That was a long time ago. I was young and immature and I didn't know how to handle a breakup. But now I see that all of that was for the better."

Henry's face dropped a bit. "Right. For the better..."

I decided to switch the subject before things could get more awkward. "Anyway, would you mind giving me a hand with unclogging the belt wheels?"

"Oh yeah, sure thing."

Once we finished, I pulled a lever next to the wheels that made the shelves move out of the way.

"Great!" I exclaimed. "Now come on, let's move forward."

Henry led the way to the door and I followed behind. We walked into the room which gave off a vibe that I instantly didn't like.

There were Alice Angel cutouts, plushies, and posters all over the room. Several little television screens filled the room. At the end of the room was a window and an Alice Angel's sign that said, "She's quite a gal!"

Before either Henry or I could ask any questions, the lights went out. Alice's face popped up on each of the screens. Then I heard a light giggle over the speaker followed by the sound of happy music.

"I'm the cutest little angel sent from above, and I know just how to swing. I got a bright halo and I'm filled with love; I'm Alice Angel!"

I already had a bad feeling about this. I wanted to leave.

"I'm the hit of the party, I'm the belle of the ball, I'm the toast of every town. Just one little dance and I'll own your heart; I'm Alice Angel!"

"What's going on?" Henry whispered. I gave him a shrug, only to realize that he probably couldn't see me.

"I ain't no flopper, I'm a classy dish, and boy can this girl sing."

Suddenly, a light behind the glass turned on, revealing a door that said Alice Angel on it. Henry and I both walked towards the glass to get a closer look.

"This girl can grant your every wish..."

With no warning, a fist slammed against the glass and Alice jumped out.

"I'M ALICE ANGEL!"

She let out a blood curdling shriek before disappearing and laughing maniacally. 

The lights went out again, making everything go pitch black. Every inch of my body was shaking with fear.

"I see you there..." she whispered over the speakers before her voice started to grow louder. "A new fly in my endless web. Come along now. Let's see if you're worthy to walk with angels."
This was going to be one hell of a ride.

A/N: Sorry if there were any mistakes. I did all the editing on my phone.