You woke up and yawned, stretching with a groan. The mat on the floor wasn't comfortable, and despite how long you had spent in the safe house, your body still wasn't accustomed to it. You got to your feet and looked around, smiling as you saw your uniform, cleaned and folded at the end of the mat.
For the last week or two, you and Henry had been living in a safe part of the studio with none other than Boris the wolf. He was such a good boy, making sure you and Henry were alright, and always keeping your clothes cleaned. Boris wasn't one for conversation, as he was unable to talk, but true to his cartoon nature, he could express himself just fine through facial expressions and body movement. You absolutely adored Boris, and watching him play cards with Henry was super cute. Speaking of which, that's what the pair were doing when you left the makeshift bedroom and came out into what you could maybe call a living area. Boris was tapping his foot to the music playing from an old radio, and Henry was looking over his cards as he sat across from him. "Morning all." You greeted, kissing each of them on the head. Since running into him in the studio, Henry had become a grandfather figure to you, while Boris was like a brother..pet..thing. He was a good boy! Still...you had been hiding in here for far too long. It was time to get back out there, and find a way home. And if possible, you were bringing Boris with you. However, you knew Boris was probably holding the lever to the door hostage, and wouldn't give it to you unless you made him something to eat. And all he had around was that awful bacon soup. You sighed, patting Boris on the head before you went around, rummaging the safe house for cans. Once you managed to gather three you returned to where the stove was and began to cook, trying to ignore that weird collage Boris had made out of posters and taped to the wall. It sort of looked like Alice Angel, but it was had to tell. "Soup will be ready in a minute, and then I want that lever." You told Boris, who glanced up at you from behind his cards and nodded. "We're going to get out of here. You, me, Henry. All of us." You tried to reassure him, but it was almost impossible to tell what the toon was thinking. Soup done you gave both..men..a plate and sat down as well. God, you hated bacon soup, but that's all there was to eat in this hell studio. After forcing down your soup, you even had to pinch your nose to keep yourself from gagging it back up, Boris stood and grabbed the toolbox by his feet. He then walked over to the door, took out the lever, and used it to open the door. That sly fox....wolf. Finally, you could start trying to get out of here. Henry went out first, looking around. "Let's see what's out there. Don't wander off."
The door led out to a long hallway which then splintered off to the right. You saw a strange, large outhouse looking thing with the words 'little miracle station' painted over the front. On the wall opposite of it there was a very large Bendy cutout. You wrinkled your nose and kept close to Henry and Boris, walking through the hall together. Suddenly it was pitch black before you and you frantically looked around, spotting a torch on a desk. You snatched it and flicked it on, grabbing onto Henry's shirt. "I really don't like this." You told him, passing him the torch. "Neither do I, but we need to push through this." So you did, walking through the hallway until you had to pass through a strange room. There was nonstop moving equipment that was loud, drowning out any other noise, and ink was oozing from the walls. Oh god. You pressed yourself closer to Henry and followed him, gasping loudly when a loud noise startled you. "D-Did you hear that?" You asked, glancing over your shoulder at Boris. The wolf was silent. "Y-Yeah...me either." "Let's keep going." Henry egged you on gently. The three of you continued to walk until you reached a dead end. A door that seemed to open from the middle, but you didn't see a way t get it to work. No handles, no levers. Henry gave a tired sigh. "Another dead end. I don't see any way through. You got any ideas, Boris?" As he asked this, Boris had knelt down in front of what looked like an air vent, and pulled out his tool box from...no where. Was probably a toon thing. He then opened the vent and took the torch from Henry, crawling inside and leaving you two humans alone in the dark. "M-Maybe he's going to find a way to open the door..." You said softly, hugging yourself. Luckily, you were correct. The door creaked open and you were greeted with a large hallway split by a wall, which had Bendy's head painted on it. You and Henry glanced at one another before walking forward and around the wall.
"Jesus Christ.."
This room was HUGE, big enough to have been the studio itself. There was a pillar in the middle with a sign n it that read: Heavenly toys. Ink spilled from the pillar like a fountain and sitting on either side of it were large Bendy and Boris plushies. "Wow. I don't remember any of this." Henry murmured, and you nodded. "It certainly wasn't here when I worked.." you cautiously walked over to the pillar and squinted to see the sign better. There was small writing.
Joey Drew studios
What? It had been meatly studios when you started! How self centered was Joey Drew?!
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AND WE ARE BACK, BABY!
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Irreplaceable (BendyxReader)
FanfictionY/N once worked as a voice actress for an old cartoon, however that was cut insanely short when she was suddenly replaced. Now, 30 years later she returns to the abandoned studio for something she left behind.
