[DISCONTINUED]Bendy x Reader ( Forgotten, not Broken )

Prologue

Remember those days where you sat in a mindless office, receiving orders from your boss and doing them correctly? It entertained you for some time, 20 miserable years of your life; wasted on a screen. Then, one day You realized that this was not the life you had wanted. At the age of 39 years, you began to look for inspiration. You began to wander the world. You came to America The Freedom that every country wished to go to At the time.

You had arrived and met your new friends. All of them were artists of paint, pencils, and ink. Watching how the Ink smoothly lines a single color and creates something amazing or terrible, you found your inspiration. You found ink. You worshiped it more than your life. You began to risk your friends. You called upon something terrible, just for the sake of something living that had Ink for a vessel.

You called upon three creatures from the underworld god himself. You called upon the devil, cousin of death, brother of god, and you begged him with your soul. This time, your soul wasn't enough. Your life was drained. You created cartoons with films of those dancing devils, as if they'd bid themselves to you. They welcomed you with open arms, as if you were their creator. The reason why they walked this terrible earth. The devil needed more, so you gave it items. You gave it useless items for those who walk the underworld. The three devils never knew about your intentions, but you never told anyone how you found these three. They never questioned. But then the company began to fall Because you weren't enough...

So one day, you brought your little princess. She was 18 and so enthusiastic. She was so beautiful, that one of the devils fell for her. Although this devil was younger than the rest, they were entranced. They cant help but keep her safe. You were overworked and stressed as you couldn't appease the devil, so you brought someone with a pure soul for love. Though she held some hesitation, she loved you. And she would follow you anywhere, which was a pity since you offered her soul to the devil. He took her, and you let it. This would've been successful if only your best worker didn't quit and...

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That the devil that had fallen in love with her hadn't seen. If only he didn't see how you dragged her beautiful hair and tore some of her cloth when you threw her onto the pentagon. If only they hadn't seen the large black hand of the devil drag her soul out of her physical being and wander around the room until it disappeared into vapor. You weren't even sad she was gone. You didn't feel anything. You weren't affected by her death or her pleads to help her. You turned away unaffected and cold. You made her soul have unfinished business, so she was trapped.

After that day, you decided to take the life of another. You took one of the most trusted devils made of ink and strapped them into a board. You dissected them and removed all of their organs. You put bolts inside of them as it they weren't loyal to you anyway. You wanted to control them And when they didn't wake up, you left them to rot. You let them return back to the hell they had come from. The devil, who had seen their love die and their best friend die, was depressed and engulfed with rage. They had soon found out they could not leave the building, as the third ink devil had tried. That devil burned and died as it dissolved into vapor, leaving a black mark on the spot where they died.

As for you You had been discovered. You were going to be arrested But you ran away. You ran away like the coward you've always been. For many years, the creatures stayed stuck and bound to the building. They could never leave the pentagon you drew. They couldn't leave or be happy because of your decisions. They wanted to get revenge. They grew to hate you. They grew to despise your choices and your intentions. They never knew that there was a new little ink soul many years later, which had awoken due to the entrance of an animator, but they weren't like them. They wandered to places that they haven't and couldn't.

Do you know who that soul is... Daddy? That soul Is me. I refused to go to the depths of hell and be used as a slave. I refused to die and be enslaved for your biddings. I refused to be an offering for your obsessions, which was sickening and twisted, You had murdered me so that you could satisfy the devil It was terrible. It was saddening to be trapped in a lingo that can only be awakened if one of your animators revisited the place. I had watched everything for thirty years as my old friend has suffered from your actions

And we will make you pay