It was ink! He looked up to see a splotch of ink on the ceiling. He sighed softly and headed back to the door when something dripped on his shoulder. Henry did a good job of cleaning things up even though the faint smell of acetone was still in the air. He walked through each room to make sure he didn’t forget anything. He knew it wouldn’t be forever, but it sure felt like it. Speaking of toon: Bendy was walking through his home. Patience wasn’t her strong suit, but she would try for her brother and the little toon's sake. Truthfully, she wanted to be on the road as soon as possible, but she knew Henry had some loose ends to tie up. Even after Henry assured her it was clean, she still remember being cornered by that creature. June, for her part, was still a little afraid to enter the garage. There were still traces and marks here and there, but it wasn’t as bad as before. By the time he was done, he got most of the ink stains up.
Bendy offered to help but Henry didn’t want him near any of the acetone he was using to clean the floors and walls. Just the thought that those things tracked him down to his own home made him angry. The next thing Henry tried to do was clean up the drying puddles of ink in his garage. If taking some time off will help, they were more than happy to grant him that. They could tell how quieter he had gotten too. They couldn’t see the pentagram in his hand because he made sure of that, but they could see how dark the veins in his hands and arms were. His coworkers were just happy he was getting help. He wouldn’t go into details and it seemed he didn’t have to. His excuse being that he needed time to recover from something that happened months ago. The first thing Henry did the next day was go to work and put in for his vacation days.
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