BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE (Dark Revival AND OG) X READER ONESHOTS (Open!)

What a Show! (Edgar x Butterfly Fem Reader)

(This is a request by nikkiwolf8247!) 

(Word Count: 1,908 words) 

(**Slight Warning: Slight violence**) 

(The song is what (Y/N) sounds like~) 

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(Your POV)

"Ms.Flutter? You're needed on stage in five minutes" a scrawny cat toon squeaked as he clutched his clipboard with shaky paws. I shot him a glance before rolling my eyes. I can't believe these stage goons always try to rush me when I'm trying to make myself look presentable. Do they seriously think a pop star like myself can just magically become a fashionable wonder?

"Thanks for telling me sweet cheeks, but you ought to leave right now, you're disturbing beauty in the making," I scoffed and made a shooing motion with one of my many hands. "Go on, shoo." The toon cat stared slightly dumbfounded before I craned my head to stare right at him. My eyes narrow and that was enough to scare the crap out of the poor intern. Yea, he better be scared he decided to bother me. Soon, the toon fool left the room quietly.

Adjusting my luxurious hair in the mirror, I deemed myself somewhat presentable and exited my personal dressing room. The place was crawling with toons defying the laws of physics with their lame walk cycles. I shoved past the others and headed toward the host who was peeking through the curtains. I could hear the sound of the cheering crowd calling out my name. I couldn't help but smile a bit at my fans. It's nice to have attention.

The host was some four-foot-tall deadbeat demon with a tacky taste in clothes. He went by the name Bendy. Like, what kind of name is that anyway? Is he something you stick a drink? What a loser. My heels clicked together as I approached the puny demon and allowed my willowy form to cast a shadow. He whirled around quicker than a lightning bolt and stared up with his beady little eyes.

"Ah, (Y/N), you're finally here," Bendy snorted as he appeared unamused. "About time you showed up! The show is about to start, get your butt out there." I raised a hand to him in a silencing motion. My eyes radiated the annoyance of this moron trying to tell me what to do.

"Look, do you think it's easy to look this great? But now I'm here aren't I little dancing demon~?" I jabbed my hand against his ugly bowtie. "So, why don't you pipe down and I'm going to perform to my adoring fans and bring you loads of money bags into your trashy excuse of an auditorium?" Bendy stood there stunned in silence as I smirked at him. I figured this dimwit wouldn't understand how important I was to his little theater success.

I strutted past him and tossed the curtains aside. The crowd began to roar with their adoring praise as my (f/c) heels clicked the smooth wooden boards. Bright stage lights filled the air and the place felt alive. The wimpy voice of the dancing demon came over the intercom announcing my arrival as if I was some royal. I might as well be a royal in these backwater toon towns.

"Claps your gloves together for Dazzle Flutter!" Bendy spoke into the mic. The crowd's cheers grew louder as I snatched the microphone. Seeing their joyful faces in my presence alone was very fulfilling. Yes, all the attention was mine and no one else.

"Hello, darlings! Are you ready to be razzle-dazzled?" I purred into the microphone and only got a wave of excited cheers. "Let's start this party!" I tapped my foot slightly as I made a gesture for the stagehand to start the music. I watched unamused as some wiry mutt in overalls struggled to turn on the radio system. I held back an eye-roll as I have a stage presence to maintain.