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

Chapter 3

I jerked awake, realising I had fallen asleep somehow in an unprotected room. I scolded myself, but I didn't know I was that tired. It didn't make sense since I had slept basically for centuries and was somehow 'tired' of being awake. In the time I've been 'reawakened', I've spent more than half of that time sleeping.(I wish I could do that without anyone waking me up and without any worries, but that doesn't exist x3)

The door creaked open and revealed the Inky demon looking thing. I noticed it had somewhat of a devil's tail. It confused me because I had never seen it on him before. How do I know what he looks like from before? How do I know about a 'before' anyway? Why did I wake up here?

"You can take a picture, but I guarantee you're not going to keep it." He rolled his eyes and shut the door harshly, snapping me out of my wandering mind.

"S-sorry....." I mumbled, slightly gripping onto the sheets.

"Yeah, okay..." He rolled his eyes, putting a sheet of paper on the table next to the 'bed'. "You can't leave here, but you can entertain yourself with this... I guess..."

"..." I stared at the paper. He gave me a quill pen, but it didn't have any.... Ink.... I looked at my h/c hair and looked at Bendy. "Can I get a small bowl of some kind?"

He grunted, probably trying to be nice, and left to another room. I used the pen and scooped a chunk of ink from my hair, since it just replenished randomly. I drew a crescent arch, but not the moon. It worked fine. Bendy came back with an empty Ink jar. This one was small and made for ink dipping. "Here... Why do you need it?"

I ignored his question and took it. He watched and observed as I gripped a chunk of my Inky hair and squeezed enough into the small jar. He blinked, confused.

"Why would you do that?"

"... Because... It's infinite ink..." I shrugged, dipping the pen into the jar. He scrunched up his nose and shook his head, as if he never used all the ink that he generated. I began to draw an object, but I wasn't sure what it even was. It seemed to be a stuffed toy, but it was a little 'plushie' of Bendy. I wondered how I knew what the plushie looked like, but I didn't let the thought wander.

As I stared at the picture longer, I felt my eyes droop slowly. I felt my shoulders and chest slump forward until they laid my head onto the desk. I yawned, and struggled to get into bed. I didn't know why, but I was getting much too tired after being awake for a few hours.

I laid on the bed, breathing steadily, closing my eyes to relax. I knew it was bad to sleep more often than a regular human would, but maybe it's because I had died? I'm not a ghost that can phase through walls... But I can't exactly get... Hurt? I mean, I could, but it would heal faster than I thought. Just like my hair...

Sleep enveloped me in an embrace as the cold room began to feel warmer...

*~Dream~*

I was sitting under a projector, lost inside of the building my dad calls his 'Animation Studio'. He had light h/c hair and hard e/c(eyecolor) eyes. I was slightly crying, clutching onto the Bendy Plushie, wishing that I wasn't so dumb enough to explore. Although I was a graduate, I acted like a child, but I had some smarts in stuff like photography, Painting and Drawing, and Digital Design. I was lost inside the hallways of the confusing place, trying to find the office where my dad was.

"You a bit lost?" A voice asked, a pair of feet standing in front of me. I slowly looked up and out of the table to see my favorite character, Bendy. He seemed to be smiling and holding out his hand.

"...y-yes...." I whispered, still unsure if he was real or not. I wasn't even sure how he'd found me either. I was in a very dark room, probably unused for years considering the dust. This was my very first day here since my dad wanted me to take in animation or art. I love him dearly, so I'd do anything for him. It was a plus for me since I loved to draw and write anyways.