Memory Lane (Bendy x Reader)

Chapter 2: Five

The music department. It was quite large but you never really quite remember that it was there. But your memory was sometimes fuzzy so you decided to roll with it. After all you did spend most of your time on drawing or just listening to music. Although you could play some instruments, you seemed to like it better if you played some with your best bud, Will Ryan. Snapping out of your thoughts, you saw another tape. It was but a few seconds of hearing Sammy's scratchy voice but it had important information on it.

"Apparently the pump is in his office. I remember when it really did flood almost everything. Remember Will?" You told, Arin who was having the time of his life on the top of your head.
"Oui, Madame" he replied, smiling Bendy-like at the fact that there would be another story from the person who designed her. He preferred you telling them because lord Bendy would not tell him as much.

****

It was another day at the animation studio. It was pouring out and you forgot to bring your umbrella and your motorcycle was at your home.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Henry casually greeted. "You should be home by now. What's the hold up?"

"I don't have a ride home."
"I see. Would you like to ride in my car?"
"I don't see why not"

Your phone suddenly rang.

"Wait a sec, Henry. Hello?"
"(Y/N) help!"
"Woah, Will. What's up?"
"I am stuck in my FOOKEN department"
"What? How?"
"The floor's are flooded with ink!! Everyone in the music department can't get out of their offices!! It sucks ass!!"
"Just suck it up and walk your way here!"

Then you heard him make a sound of someone trying to spit and followed instantly by what seemed o be a click of a tongue after that he said "nice"

You burst out with laughter.

*****

"He came all the way up to me and my friend's department with a sour look and the ink soaked his pants almost to his knees. I told him 'it's ok, at least you have a new pair of pants' ever since it was his favorite ones" you finished, laughing a little. You walked around and saw the exit which was flooded with ink. Far too much ink.

"Oh well. The pump is the only way," you mumbled with a smile. You walked back to where you were after flipping a switch that seemed to generate power throughout the area. A feeling of dread came over you and made you grip the axe in hand more tightly.

"Arin...?"
"Yes?"
"Did that ink blob mov-"
"merde"

Ink monsters erupted out of no where and started crawling their way towards you. You swung desperately the axe, adrenaline taking a slow burn. Your vision got blurry at every hit you took.

"Ne touchez pas Madame (Y/N)" you heard Arin growl. As your vision cleared you saw the small kitten morphing into something horrific that words could not even describe it. He roared out and in a mere 10 seconds the ink monsters were nothing but ink that stained the floors and walls.

"Woah... A-Arin?" You stuttered out. His horrific form seemed to melt right off him, leaving him in a puddle of ink.

"Madame je suis désolé I will have to take a nap. The whole thing M'a fatigué. Bonne nuit" he replied in slurred English and French and hopped into your arms, passing out.