Bendy guides Y/N throughout the studio. From the music department to the stairs that you can exit. Cobwebs and blackened pools of ink are almost at every corner or hallway.
And don't forget about the famous bacon soup! There's an endless amount that CAN last for years. The only few good things about the place according to Y/N was the soup and a personal bedroom for herself which they are currently in.
'This place shouldn't be too bad...at least I got food and a place to sleep.'
"So what do you think sweet cheeks?" Bendy chimes in interrupting Y/N's thoughts.
"Well if you stop with the nicknames, I guess it's alright..." Y/N grumbles.
Bendy's cheeky smile falters a lil bit, but keeps his composure. He adjusts his bow tie and clears his throat.
"Alright, if you need me...just call my name. I'll come running to you, promise." He says seriously and with sincerity.
Y/N looks at his eyes for a moment and gives a small nod. Bendy sighs and leaves the room to somewhere else.
Y/N watch Bendy's small figure leave. If she wasn't thinking that Bendy wasn't some creepy cartoon that possible murders people, then she would think he was kinda cute.
'But what if he ACTUALLY kills people? Will he kill me eventually? I should keep me guard up til I know for sure.'
....
Bendy wanders around the studio, looking for something for his Y/N. He decided to go where Boris was at, still tied up with his chest still opened.
He glances around and notices the ink is still flowing when Y/N turned on the machine. Bendy slowly approaches the room and looks around for anything that Y/N might like.
He found it: a bendy plushie. He slowly goes out of the room until he heard footsteps from behind.
"Bendy..?"
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When Dreams Come True |Bendy X Reader|
FanficY/N is a 18 year old girl who just finished high school. Her father is Henry and they both left the studio 5 years ago. Her favorite character has always been Bendy, but what happens when she finally decide to drop by at the studio years later?
