BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE (Dark Revival AND OG) X READER ONESHOTS (Open!)

A poem about them (Henry X best friend fem reader)

(Henry speaks normal and you speak in bold font)
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(Henry's POV)
      I was a seven year old who had a couple brothers. We would run and play the whole day away, during the summer when there was no school. My brothers and I like birds in the sky like them we were free!
       Though, one day everything changed. A family moved in next door, which meant new neighbors. My mom was the first to greet with a basket of oatmeal cookies made with lots of sugar. We knocked on the door, a mom and her kid answered. The adult spoke cheerful to my mom, but I glanced at the kid.
         She was seven years old just like me with bright (e/c) eyes and short/long hair. Her name was (F/n) (L/n) and she came from a large city. The girl smiled and after we met,we become good friends.
♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦(8 years later)♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
(Your POV)
     Eight years has flown by so fast that I couldn't catch it. I was a little cute seven year old tossed into a brand new world. Though, I might not been happy about it, it was a little push I needed to cone out of my shell. I met Henry which he would make me see differently.
       We were good friends, our friendship was unbreakable like titanium. Though, we go to different high schools and we are going down different paths, we will always remain best friends. In highschool, I feel like a small fish swimming among sharks. I never felt so frighten and small compared to the talk seniors and buff juniors. The girls are different some wear makeup, some do their homework, some are nerdy and others are doing their own thing.
        In highschool people get put into groups, if you don't for in your considered to be an invisible bring. An outcast. That's what I am, but I have good friends, they may go to other schools, but we stay in go together no matter what.
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(Henry's POV)
          Highschool was fun while it lasted. I am moving on to art school, while my best friend goes off to follow her dreams. Each time I think about her, I feel my heart soar. When, I talk face to face, my palms grow wet with sweat. I don't get why I act all weird when I am near her.
       The feeling has been with me ever since I met her. I think I figured it out, I am in love with (Y/n). Though fear of rejection eats away at my brain causing me to feel drained. I had to confess before another captures her heart! I express it through art since I always had a passion.
         I picked up the phone and called her. That angelic voice sounds as sweet as honey. (Y/b) agreed to cone meet me. I felt excited to see my crush. I hear a knock at the door, there the lovely damsel stands. I lead her inside and poured my heart out on the line.
      (Y/n) smiles and get eyes gleam. She agreed to date me! My heart did back flips in my chest as I held her hand. This was perfect, just the way she was. I love you (Y/n)!