Memory Lane (Bendy x Reader)

Chapter 1: One.

Your eyes open in an instant and you shoot up from your comfy bed. Cold sweat was running down your forehead and you were oddly catching your breath. As if you were underwater or something. You pulled some of your (H/C) hair out of your face that went astray or covered it up. What happened last night? All you could remember was someone whispering "Ne croyez pas la lettre". You had studied French one random summer ago and you swore that it translated to "Do not believe the letter". What could that possibly mean?

You decided to brush it off since it was . You looked out the window before getting up. The skies were grey and cloudy. The prefect weather for you. You left your hair in its messy state and went downstairs. Then you made some (Favorite morning drink) and (Favorite Breakfast Food). You then sat down and ate, wondering what you would create today. That is correct, you were an artist by heart- and fortunately by profession as well. Your wages were slightly higher than average but then shifted to being average ever since you left the animation studio you worked for. Ever since then you just painted a few pictures for those who requested and did some small animated skits on YouTube and for companies if they needed it. You didn't complain when it came to finances though. It was enough for you and besides, having a flexible schedule was better than having one which rushed you if you ever accidentally over slept. You did sort of missed the guys you worked with. Sure, Susie Campbell was a bitch sometimes and had an ego the size of the fucking moon, that one guy kept saying "I'm outta here" every single time he was in a bad mood (which got on everybody's nerves), and Sammy Lawrence was a fucking creep sometimes but those were tolerable flaws!... Sometimes.... But hey, there was still Henry, Will and a few others. And besides you fell in love with the characters, more specifically Bendy and Boris. Mostly Bendy since you worked more on him but none the less they  just somehow place a special place in your heart along with many of your works (that's a lot of space for one heart). After finishing breakfast, you had gotten the mail from your mailbox and the moment you got inside it started to rain. You skimmed through them.

"Bills, letter requests, post card from (Relative) in (random country), fan letters, junk mail, odd yellow paper with writing-" you mumbled to yourself and suddenly stopped at the odd yellow paper. It was a letter from Joey.

"Huh, that's odd..." You mumbled furrowing your eyebrows. In this case you decided to call the closest to your former boss and yourself, Henry. It took a few rings before he picked up.

"Hello (Y/N)! How are things there?"
"I've been doing great, Henry. I actually called because I needed to ask you something."
"I-in that case, shoot ahead."
"Well.... Has Joey been, you know sending letters and stuff?"
"Wha- I'm not that sure. Is it on some weird yellow paper?"
"Yeah. You've got one too?"
"Yep. But I never went. I'm not going back there."

His voice sounded a little... Scared. I once again, shrugged it off.

"I was thinking of... You know, checking it out..."
"(Y/N) that isn't a good idea"
"Why not? It's just for memory lane's sake."
"Joey doesn't simply contact old employees in a random date and time. If he did he would've done it years ago! Remember he did give good pay, but... You know how he was sometimes..."

This was true. Ever since he had built that weird contraption called the "Ink Machine", there were various occasions where in you would see Joey Drew roam around the studio, asking for things that belonged to various employees each week. He'd mumble things about appeasing the goods and kept reading The Illusion of Living- which was his own book. Not that it was a bad thing... It's just that glint in his eyes once he started reading. Like he was up to no good or something.

You bit your lip in contemplation.

"Well... It's just this once... It probably won't hurt..."
You could hear Henry sigh through the phone.
"(Y/N), passively stubborn as usual. Oh well, so long as you keep safe then who am I to stop you. Visit sometime now, won't you? The kids and the wife miss you"
"Alright, alright. See you around then. I've got some pieces to finish."
"Bye (Y/N)"

And with that the call ended. You decided to call Will. The phone kept ringing and the rain was pouring nonstop outside.

"Hey buddy, it's Will Ryan! you've reached my phone and I'm probably busy recording or doing some errands etc. just leave a message after the beep."

"Oh. Uh... Hey Will! It's me (Y/N)! How are things with YouTube and life and such? Hope it's going well. I just received a letter from Joey. Have you got one too? Just curious as usual. Well, that's all I guess. Buh-bye bacon soup lover!" You said and put your phone down.
"Maybe I should just go tomorrow. It is raining anyway," you mumbled to yourself as you tied your hair in a messy bun (ignore that part tying of hair if you have short hair) and you set off to finish some art works.

You had a nagging feeling that you shouldn't go there. That something was indeed off. That the letter was not to be believed, just like your dream/nightmare had said. But you pushed it aside. What could possibly go wrong from one trip?