For An Unfinished Script - BatDR

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"What do you mean you're not actually my dad? And would you slow down?" Jon stumbled over yet another skewed floorboard as the man with his dad's face dragged him through turns and halls and doors and more turns.

The man shushed him and kept going. He held the scythe in one hand and Jon's wrist in the other, following a route only he knew.

Jon tried again at a lower volume. "Where are we going? Hey!"

The man jerked them around a corner and muffled Jon's mouth. Somewhere down the hall came a screech. It sounded equal parts mechanical and animal and sent a chill down Jon's spine. The man looked in that direction and waited. Something slithered and clacked across the wood in the distance, eventually fading away.

The man glared at Jon. "I will explain when we're somewhere safer. That thing you killed is part of a hivemind and now every one nearby is trying to find out what happened. Now move."

Jon opened his mouth.

"And be quiet."

Jon shut his mouth.

Jon tried to keep track of the rooms and doors but quickly gave up. There was no way he'd be able to navigate his way through this maze, especially not with some squid monsters looking for him.

Finally they stopped and the man let out a heavy breath. Jon barely had time to register the little apartment-looking space he found himself in, with its little kitchenette and cot bed and cluttered desk, before a living cartoon character brushed past him and grabbed his escort's wrist with both hands and proceeded to drag him toward another doorway.

"Bendy, not now, there's—... oh."

Jon followed the two into the other room and his jaw dropped at the sight of a large statue of sorts made out of junk.

The other man seemed patiently annoyed. "Is this what all that junk was for? Trying to build yourself an idol?"

Jon took a good look at the character beside the man. "Bendy?"

The large horned head turned to look at him with pie-cut eyes that seemed to have bags under them.

Jon's head buzzed. This wasn't the Bendy he knew. But it... was, wasn't it? Alive and in the real world? But no, he wasn't right. His ink was lumpy and smeared to one side, his smile looked too tight, and those lines under his eyes....

"Right, uh," the man cleared his throat. "Suppose I should start explaining some things."

"That'd be nice," said Jon, still staring at Bendy.

"Like I said, I'm not your father. Not really."

Jon shifted his stare to the man.

"I'm... a vague recollection of what the Machine thinks is Henry Stein."

Jon squinted.

"I know that doesn't make a lot of sense, but it's the best way I can describe it. As far as I know, your father is far away at home, like you said. I'm not him. But to be honest, I'm not really sure if I have another name, so, for the time being, you can call me Henry."

Jon nodded slowly. "Alright. Henry." He looked down at Bendy again. "Um... and him?"

Bendy walked over to Jon, the toon's focus on his hands. Jon knelt to his level and smiled. "Hey, Bends. Look at you, got a little makeover?" Jon lifted a hand but hesitated to touch the toon. "Did you get bigger? And where's your tail?"

Bendy grabbed Jon's lifted wrist in one hand, then his other. He turned Jon's hands so the golden prints on either sides of his palms were visible for him to inspect. "Uh, yes, those are my hands," said Jon.