(Here another one-shot I hope ya like it) (reader speaks normal, Sammy speaks in bold)
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(Your POV)
I was dusting off some old boxes that were stored in my basement. J have always been the curious type and I do not remember what these dusty old boxes contained. I grabbed my favorite drink from the fridge and set it on the kitchen table.
I pulled out a pair of safety scissors and slice the black duck tape off the box. I became excited as I dug through the package peanuts to find what treasured lay beneath. I pulled out what seemed to be a black CD case with no title or anything. I tilt my head and opened the CD case open.
It was an old black and white cartoon, the same one I remember watching all the time when I was a very small child. I hugged the old CD film which caused me to sneeze because of all the dust flying in the air. I closed my eyes and I felt like I knew someone who loved old cartoons.
A light bulb went off and I smiled. Sammy Lawrence. He was my childhood friend and he soon joined an old cartoon show. I remember him calling me on the telephone all the time and update me on his life. One day, he never called me and that soon became a daily thing. Soon I forgot about Sammy, almost like he was nothing but a memory.
I wandering where the cartoon loving weirdo would be anyways? Maybe, I could try to find him and maybe get a coffee with him. I was how curious to know what happened to my friend. I drank a little of my favorite drink and decided to go on a walk.
I grabbed my bag and house keys and hurried out the door. I made sure I quickly locked up so no robbers could steal my valuables. I causally walked where the old studio was. I came closer and closer to see the back door was slightly open.
I soon badly desired to know why the old rundown place's door was even open. I looked around and slipped inside the building. The place gave me the creeps and voices could be heard. I tilted my head and my ears tuned in. My legs seemed to move on their own as I grew closer and closed to the sound of a male voice.
The voice sounded sort of like Sammy's voice and I wanted answers. I peeked around the corner and my jaw dropped a bit. I couldn't believe what I saw a thing standing in the distance.
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(Sammy's POV)
I sat down and sighed as I waited for the wandering man that had entered the studio to find my secret closet. I fixed my Bendy mask and my eyes closed gently. I heard a gasp and I jumped in alarm. I began to freak out and I ready my fists to battle the unknown person.
To my surprise, it wasn't some monster bad guy, only my good friend and crush (Y/N). Wait, how did (Y/N) even get here? I stared at them in surprise and they turned and ran. I was going to go after them, but I knew it be best to let them go.
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BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE (Dark Revival AND OG) X READER ONESHOTS (Open!)
أدب الهواةSo this seems to be the latest hip fandom, so I decided to make a one-shot book! Requests are semiopen! Bendy and the ink machine, I like the game x3 sorta (BATAIM is not mine and the cover art is by me)