Irreplaceable (BendyxReader)

Meet the Butcher gang

You walked through the hall at a snails pace. Everything hurt and you were melting.

melting.

You were certain you resembled that monstrous Bendy by now, and you had no idea how you were going to explain this to Henry.

Henry.

You needed to find Henry.

You continued to trudge along, hugging yourself, and it barely transferred into your mind when a Bendy cutout peeked at you from around a corner. You froze once you realized it had happened, staring in its direction and then glancing back over your corner at where you had come from. Nope, you were going back. However as you began to turn around the cutout clattered to the ground and Boris ran around the corner, picking you up and hugging you. It hurt a little, but you were so relieved to see him him that you hugged him back. "B-Boris, I'm so happy to see you..." "(Y/N)?" Henry turned the corner as well and froze, staring at you with wide eyes. Boris set you down gently and knelt down, gently rubbing your back. He seemed not to care if your ink got onto his glove. "....(Y/N)...?" Henry repeated, this time with disbelief. You nodded, feeling tears well in your eyes. "Bendy, he..he chased me! And his ink got everywhere and..a-a-and it got on me.." You managed to choke out. "It hurts so bad.." Henry knelt down know, pulling you into his arms and hugging you close. This, however, turned out to be a bad idea as the ink you were secreting got onto him, and just like it had for you, it burned. Both you and Henry pulled away from each other and the old man tried to get the clingy ink off, but it was too late. The damage was done. While the rest of his body was fine his arms had became...too like. Akin to something drawn from the old Popeye cartoons. You gasped and covered your mouth, tears streaming down your face. "Henry...oh my god...oh my god, I'm so sorry." "N-No...it's okay, (Y/N). It isn't your fault." Henry sighed, rubbing his arms and wincing, taking deep breaths. He then paused, as if remembering something, and then glanced at Boris. "Hey, show her that recording we found." Boris nodded in silence, giving your back one more rub before taking a recorder out of his seemingly endless pockets. Flipping it on you heard the voice of Susie Campbell, and she sounded upset.

"Everything feels like it's coming apart.

When I walked into the recording booth today, Sammy was there with that...

Allison.

Apparently, I didn't get the memo.

Apparently, Alice Angel will now be voiced by Miss Allison Pendle.

A part of me died when he said that.

Is this how that other girl felt? (Y/N), right?

I always did feel a little bad for her.

There's gotta be a way to fix this!"

Oh, wow...poor Susie. You wondered how long after you left this had happened.

Being replaced was a painful thing. You knew from experience. Damn that Joey Drew.

"Do you think she's...Alice?" Henry asked as Boris put the recording away. You lowered your head, thinking. "....No. No, i don't..think so?" You finally responded after a few seconds. "Alice's voice sounded....different. Nothing like Susie. At least, I think? I could be wrong.." Henry thought it over and nodded as well. "Either way, finding Alice is our best bet. Boris, can you give her that pipe? We may need to defend ourselves." Boris did as Henry asked, and you saw that the old man had a pipe of his own. You clutched your new weapon tightly in your hands, and without another word your little trio, two toons and a half, continued on your awful, awful adventure. Opening the door that was around the corner you found an ink splattered room full of more toys. Nothing important seemed to be inside, so you continued on, and found splintering hallways, a lever near one and more of those electrical wires on the floor, possibly leading to a second. Henry sighed. "Looks like to open this we'll need to pull two levers at once. I can get this one, (Y/N), can you get the other?" You felt uncomfortable going off on your own, but you nodded. "Y-yeah..yes, I can do it." Henry gave a gentle smile and you took off, following the wires. Luckily you didn't have to go far, and they led you to a dead end hallway. Taped to the wall was a poster for a group of characters you had never seen before. They were what looked like an old sailor, a spider, and a gentlemen. The poster said; The Butcher Gang. That certainly didn't seem appropriate for a children's cartoon. You ignored it, heading towards the lever, and that's when it happened. There was a horrific screech, and something, a monster, burst through the poster. It looked like an awful twisted version of the gentlemen, his mouth wide open in an unnatural way, his eyes warped. He held a wrench as well and begun to swing at you. You shrieked and dove out of the way, hitting him hard in the head with your own weapon. He attacked again, this time hitting you in the stomach. It hurt. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" You swung the wrench with all your might, nailing him in the head. he wheeled back and then fell to the ground, unmoving. Panting, you stared down at him for a moment then turned at the sound of footsteps. Boris had come, having heard your scream. You turned to face him and pointed at the now dead toon.

"DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT?!"

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