How long had it been since Bendy was even down here, in the hellish depths of the studio? He wasn't sure. This was where she stayed, and Bendy found her too annoying to try and deal with. But it was where (Y/N) and Henry had run into, hiding away from the lil ol' dancing demon for...weeks maybe? Months? Bendy wasn't sure about that. What he was sure about was that he was getting tired of waiting, and tired of dealing with Alice.
It started like any other day/evening/whatever, Bendy was stalking the halls, looking for Henry and (Y/), taking his anger out on any idiotic ink monster that dared come his way, when suddenly he heard the elevator. That could only mean one thing.
Henry and (Y/N) had come out of hiding.
His forever smile widened slightly and he urged his form to liquefy, slowly seeping through the wooden floors, making his way down.
Down.
Down.
Down to the lower levels where Alice Angel was waiting. Where the projectionist and the Butcher gang and the lord and the devil knew what else. Down.
Of course it took him longer to get down there than it did those two, and when Bendy finally decided he had gone down far enough he was greeted to a voice that made his ink crawl and his rage trigger. A loud, booming, selfish voice.
"There's nothing wrong with dreaming.
Wishing for the impossible
is just human nature.
That's how I got started.
Just a pencil and a dream!
We all want everything without
even having to lift a finger.
They say you just have to believe.
Belief can make you succeed.
Belief can make you rich.
Belief can make you powerful.
Why, with enough belief
you can even cheat death itself!
Now that_ is a beautiful,
and positively silly idea."
"Bastard!" Another voice cried out, and he could hear the recorder, it had to have been a recorder, being thrown. He knew this voice too, and his anger subsided in a flash. Something else was being thrown and Bendy found himself chuckling. Oh, his little Wendy, his little (Y/N) was so, so very amusing. "I'm glad to see you feel the same way."
He stood, emerging from the ink like Jesus Christ rising from his baptism. (Y/N) was waist deep in ink, her uniform ruined, her face smudged with ink and her hair damp, plastered to her forehead. Even still, Bendy thought she was the most beautiful person He had ever seen. He could tell the way her mouth twisted that she wanted to scream. It was such a cute expression. The dancing demon slowly made his way over to her. The woman barely reached his chest, she was so small. Laughter, soft and coarse, escaped from Bendy and he reached a hand out. (Y/N) could only stand there and shake. When Bendy's hand made contact with her cheek he was surprised at how soft and warm it was. With another chuckle he leaned down, his face getting closer and closer to hers, and he spoke again. "Wendy..."
Something came across (Y/N)'s face. Something that very clearly said NOPE.
(Y/N) jerked away from Bendy and dove for one of his cutouts, determination in her eyes. He found it admirable that she could still keep going like this. He also found it annoying and aggravating when she used the cut out to nail him in the face, ink flying between the two of them. Bendy couldn't help but lurch forward and let out an angry cry as (Y/N) ran for the hallway and nearly slammed into the door at the end of it. Without looking back she wrenched the door open and ran through.
"WENDY!!"
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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.
