Yandere! Bendy X Reader

Your blood, and His ink.

You and your best friend, were at her birthday party, because you stayed there all week, and today was the day you were dreading. Time to go home. Sometimes fun has to come to an end, but it's never really an end. Just a new beginning. You frowned as your mom rang the doorbell, the only thing you DIDN'T wanna hear... Your friend opened the door as you gathered your belongings, and set out for the door. You smiled at your mother and hugged her as she gave you a warm embrace. You put your bag in the backseat as you sat in the front. "So... I was going through the attic when I found a small ink bottle in a glass jar. It's really fancy because it was mine, and I love my fancy things. Since he is pretty old, I think you could find pretty good use for him. Maybe a shelf, or your nightstand. We would always have fun together." Were you too tired to understand? Or, did your mother just tell you someone... Or something was in that glass jar.. You shook your head a little and nodded. "O-Okay." Not wanting to question her authority. You shrugged it off. Once you got home you heard your sister groan as she heard the door open. "Hey little b!tch. What's up? How did it go?" As she put her arm over you. You fidgeted under her. "I-It went fine. Everything was great.." You smiled as she let go of you, and you went to your room. You got into your pajamas as your mother knocked on your door. Once you opened it, you were met with a fancy, glass jar, and lid. It fit in both of your hands, but it was very heavy. "U-Uhm, thanks, mom." You smiled and set it on the top shelf of your room. You walked out of the room, going to say goodnight to grandma, mom, and sister. You yawned as you curled up in the bed and crawled under the covers. You stared at the ink and, couldn't stop... It was just.. Something off about it.. But.. It is just, old ink. Mom could have made a mistake the way she spoke... But.. 3 times? She used, Him, He, and We... What did she mean? You were feeling really sleepy so you had dozed off from all the harsh thinking. Later at about, 2:30 A.M. You heard a loud crashing noise in your room. No one else came rushing in. No one woke up.. You looked out side your door as you closed it once more, turning on your light to see what fell, at first you saw a little demon... But the light blinded you. You sheilded your eyes, from the blinding light. "W-What was t-that?" Before you could catch another glimpse, it was already gone.. But it was black and white, dripping ink.. "CRAP!" The ink bottle shattered onto the floor, and all the darn ink, was on the floor. You picked up all the glass, but accidentally cut yourself, in the process. You continued as your blood dripped down and mixed into the ink. You threw all of the glass shards away, yet came back to see more shards you needed to get up before you get cut again. You picked them up, more of your blood dripping in the ink. When you threw the shards away, you went to the bathroom, and ran your finger in cold water. The blood stopped seeping out, and eventually stopped. You put a bandaid on it, and when you got back to your room, the INK was GONE. You were getting scared now.. Why, and how was this happening? You breathed heavily, and sat on the bed. You turned off the light and curled up in bed again... But knowing that there was a black and white, little demon looking thing luring around your room, kept you up all night...

(Sorry for the short chapter, longer ones will be published soon!)