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Bendy x Reader. Episode one.

Before I start this I wish too point out there isn't really romantic shit going on, I just came up with this on a whim, thank you.
But if this gets some good feed back maybe at some point in a different story there's some weird shit between a human and an ink boy.
Warinings!
swearing!
Spoilers!

You know, you shouldn't of come here, alone anyway. The ink that stained walls felt like they were closing in on you and the way back was blocked off.
Why did you come back here? After all this time? All those years away from this once bright, laughter filled halls that were now just an empty, cold and emotionless memory of what it use to be. You use to work here a long time ago as one of the few writers for the scripts and ideas. Many shows you once written on paper went on the screen and damn were you so proud.

But..then you were fired, you couldn't recall the details to why though..they were just a blur..besides Joeys face all scrunched up in a deep..blurry frown. His words echoed in the back of your mind some where. Something about "being ready for the world just not here"
funny...cause here you are! Once a place you spent hours and hours writing away. Scrapping paper after paper, idea after idea just so Joey could be pleased with the result..in the end it ain't even matter.
What mattered now was, why did you even come back here? Same question yet no answer. Were you passing by and missed the old place? Did you want to see them?
The old writers the animators Joey? Sammy? Henry even? Ever since you left you had nothing to do with Bendy the dancing devil darling and the crew.

You knew better, this place shut down couple years after. Joey went missing and so the place went down quietly like it never even happened. Even those odd creatures Joey brought up. He went mad! Building an "machine that'll make all our dreams come true!" Well, at least his dreams anyway and you didn't get to see the end result.
This, however had to be the end result, with ink staining every inch of this shit hole. No matter how hard you wanted to avoid the puddles on the floor you ended up stepping in one or bumping into the wall where it leaked the most, right under a pipe or through the cracks in the wood.
Oddly enough though, it-it made you so angry! You couldn't understand you can wash it off when you got home.

Isn't this home? You did however, spend most of your time here.

"This black ink is mixing with my perfect colours!" You snapped pushing away from the walls.

Everything fell quiet, all say for the dripping of the ink into the puddles it formed over time. You can hear them, moving searching for the angry cries.
You've met them- those little blob legless creatures, they had no forms, no souls they were nothing but lost creatures- surely mad with time.
Or were they that creatures work? Bendy? More like tall and scary. Not small and...and on paper.

"Joey really was insane, wasn't he? Who's soul did he sell to even make them real?" Or maybe you were the crazy one? Maybe this wasn't even happening and you where having a nightmare you couldn't come back from, maybe you really are crazy- sitting some where putting yourself through this with no control..sort of like a day dream, a never, ending, day dream that you weren't able to shake yourself awake from.

Or...this is real.
As real as you, as real as the heart that hammered in your chest ready to stop at any given second.
But lets be real, you wish it would this nightmare would end and that Bendy looking creature would leave ya alone.

"What if I get stuck here? I swore I heard Sammy yelling earlier" Something about being a prophet for his lord...then screaming then nothing.

You could sit here you know? Wait awhile, but those cut outs gave you the creeps..always staring, always watching and popping up outta no where.
What if they can see you? What if HE can see you? That they were his eyes around here, his ears and Bendy knew where you were..always. Locking eyes with a cut out you stared waiting for it to move do anything. Why not right? Ink monsters, things moving by them selves gross ass bacon soup.
Who the hell thought that was a good idea? You probably bacon was good but not in a can.

Standing up you slowly turned that cut out of bendy over so it faced the wall tiring of its big pie cut eyes staring at you and that smile, you once adored that face now you just wanted it to go away forever.

It was time to move on, sitting here won't get you ho- out of here.

Description
Bendy x Reader. Episode one.

Before I start this I wish too point out there isn't really romantic shit going on, I just came up with this on a whim, thank you.
But if this gets some good feed back maybe at some point in a different story there's some weird shit between a human and an ink boy.
Warinings!
swearing!
Spoilers!

You know, you shouldn't of come here, alone anyway. The ink that stained walls felt like they were closing in on you and the way back was blocked off.
Why did you come back here? After all this time? All those years away from this once bright, laughter filled halls that were now just an empty, cold and emotionless memory of what it use to be. You use to work here a long time ago as one of the few writers for the scripts and ideas. Many shows you once written on paper went on the screen and damn were you so proud.

But..then you were fired, you couldn't recall the details to why though..they were just a blur..besides Joeys face all scrunched up in a deep..blurry frown. His words echoed in the back of your mind some where. Something about "being ready for the world just not here"
funny...cause here you are! Once a place you spent hours and hours writing away. Scrapping paper after paper, idea after idea just so Joey could be pleased with the result..in the end it ain't even matter.
What mattered now was, why did you even come back here? Same question yet no answer. Were you passing by and missed the old place? Did you want to see them?
The old writers the animators Joey? Sammy? Henry even? Ever since you left you had nothing to do with Bendy the dancing devil darling and the crew.

You knew better, this place shut down couple years after. Joey went missing and so the place went down quietly like it never even happened. Even those odd creatures Joey brought up. He went mad! Building an "machine that'll make all our dreams come true!" Well, at least his dreams anyway and you didn't get to see the end result.
This, however had to be the end result, with ink staining every inch of this shit hole. No matter how hard you wanted to avoid the puddles on the floor you ended up stepping in one or bumping into the wall where it leaked the most, right under a pipe or through the cracks in the wood.
Oddly enough though, it-it made you so angry! You couldn't understand you can wash it off when you got home.

Isn't this home? You did however, spend most of your time here.

"This black ink is mixing with my perfect colours!" You snapped pushing away from the walls.

Everything fell quiet, all say for the dripping of the ink into the puddles it formed over time. You can hear them, moving searching for the angry cries.
You've met them- those little blob legless creatures, they had no forms, no souls they were nothing but lost creatures- surely mad with time.
Or were they that creatures work? Bendy? More like tall and scary. Not small and...and on paper.

"Joey really was insane, wasn't he? Who's soul did he sell to even make them real?" Or maybe you were the crazy one? Maybe this wasn't even happening and you where having a nightmare you couldn't come back from, maybe you really are crazy- sitting some where putting yourself through this with no control..sort of like a day dream, a never, ending, day dream that you weren't able to shake yourself awake from.

Or...this is real.
As real as you, as real as the heart that hammered in your chest ready to stop at any given second.
But lets be real, you wish it would this nightmare would end and that Bendy looking creature would leave ya alone.

"What if I get stuck here? I swore I heard Sammy yelling earlier" Something about being a prophet for his lord...then screaming then nothing.

You could sit here you know? Wait awhile, but those cut outs gave you the creeps..always staring, always watching and popping up outta no where.
What if they can see you? What if HE can see you? That they were his eyes around here, his ears and Bendy knew where you were..always. Locking eyes with a cut out you stared waiting for it to move do anything. Why not right? Ink monsters, things moving by them selves gross ass bacon soup.
Who the hell thought that was a good idea? You probably bacon was good but not in a can.

Standing up you slowly turned that cut out of bendy over so it faced the wall tiring of its big pie cut eyes staring at you and that smile, you once adored that face now you just wanted it to go away forever.

It was time to move on, sitting here won't get you ho- out of here.