The Girl Who Cried

Belive in Bendy

Scanning the halls with eager eyes I began to feel more comfortable with my surroundings, the friendly faces of Bendy and the gang making all of my fears fade away into thin air. Counting all of the posters, naming the episodes one by one, I couldn't help but laugh. Maybe this was better than home.

Rounding the corner something caught my eye. A desk that was overflowing with papers and old sketches, old ideas for episodes that had been scrapped, never aired or seen the light of day. But amongst the mess, something far more interesting sat upon an old book. It was a plushie. A Bendy plushie. "I've never seen one of these before." I bit my lip, glancing back over both of my shoulders before slowly reaching out to carefully pick up the little toy. I turned it over a few times in my hands, examining it with a fond expression.

"Huh... who ever made you put a lot of effort into your design." Looking into his little button eyes, I couldn't help but feel badly for the poor thing. "You've been all alone.. all this time... haven't you...?" I hugged the plushie close with a sigh, tracing its soft felt cheek with my thumb. "...so have I." Thinking back to my mother, I couldn't help but tear up slightly. "W-well..." I looked at its little smiling face. "..that's all in the past. We have each other now. Right?" It was just a doll, but it was nice to have someone to talk to. Even if it couldn't talk back.

"Hehe... right~"

"...!?" My eyes widened as I stared at the plushie in shock. "D... d-did you just... talk..!?" I shook my head. That was impossible! "I must be going mad." I rubbed my head slowly. "I-I have to be..."

"Yep! I sure did. Hehe... you're not going mad~"

My mouth was now agape. "B-but... how...-?" I stared at the doll in bewilderment, searching it for an explanation.

"Hehehe! No no! Over here! Behind you..."

I felt my heart beat slowly increase, my skin prickling with anxiety as I slowly turned around, not knowing what to expect. Although, somehow, that voice sounded... familiar. Looking into the darkness behind me, the doll suddenly fell from my trembling hands, not believing what, or rather, whom I saw standing before me. "B-B... Bendy...?"

"The one and only! At your service~" Bendy flicked his wrist, a top hat appearing on the right side of his head. He then bowed, tipping the hat with a wink, his demonic tail curling behind him.

"...now I know I'm going mad." I held the side of my head in disbelief, staring in complete shock. Though I had to admit... the big screen didn't do him justice. He was adorable! And actually kind of handsome. "...a-ah... y... you're... real...? B-but how?!"

Bendy chuckled, standing up straight and discarding the hat. "Real? I've always been real!" He replied, taking a few steps towards me. "But this physical form?" He gestured to himself. "You can thank special Black Ink Magic for that. Heh heh..." I watched as he circled around me with a thoughtful expression, his hand on his 'chin'. "Now it's my turn to ask the questions, toots. Who are you? And how did you get in here? As far as I remember, all the entrances were blocked off..." He looked a bit puzzled.

I awkwardly shifted under his gaze, shifting my feet slightly as a nervous blush covered my face. "I-I'm (Y/N)... a-and I was locked inside by my father. The entrances were blocked but... he broke in. I'm really sorry for intruding..." I looked to the side, rubbing my sore wrist as it reminded me of its presence. Bendy gave me a surprised, sympathetic look, stepping in front of me once again.

"Your father?" He asked. "...well that's not very nice." He frowned and placed his gloved hands onto his hips. I nodded in agreement, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Yes but... it's alright. I don't mind being here, really. I-I'm actually a big fan of you and your show!" Bendy looked pleased at my statement, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh yeah? Well it's always good to meet a fan! Especially such a cute one..~" He gave a sly grin, causing my nervous blush to darken.

"O-oh! Well I... th-thank you." I smiled at him, then remembering what he had said about the 'Ink Magic.' It made me a bit curious, and I was about to ask him for more details, but...

Bendy's eyes widened, his grin faltering. He gave a scowl, looking over his shoulder, tail stiffening. "...we gotta move." I blinked a few times in confusion, looking around the room with a nervous gaze.

"W-what..? Why?" Bendy quickly ran forward, taking my hand firmly in his.

"There's no time to explain. Follow me! Hurry!" He began to pull me along through the halls, and it took all I had to keep up with him.

"B-Bendy wait! Wh-where are we going?!" I called to him, yelping as I stumbled a bit over some old boards.

"We're almost there. Just a bit further!" He called back, dragging me down a dark corridor and into a room filled with band instruments. He aimed his free hand at an old banjo, an ink burst flying from it twice in rapid succession. He then did the same to an old piano, filling the room with music. I jumped slightly as a loud click echoed behind us, a large secret door swinging open. 'A music activated lock...' I thought to myself in amazement.

"B-Bendy..?" I asked, my chest swelling with fear.

"Quickly. In here!" He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling me inside, waiting no time in closing it. But... before it closed, I heard a low, calm, frightening voice. A voice belonging to a man that sent shivers down my spine, and made Bendy's form visibly stiffen.

"Sheep sheep... it's time for sleep... you can't hide from me..."

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Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you're enjoying the adventure so far. ^^ If you want me to continue on to chapter 3? Please let me know in the comment section! Until next time, my Beautiful Bendy Fans~! //

Bendy: See you in the next part, darlin'~ ;)