Survival with a Dash of Romance (Bendy x Psychic! Female! Reader) [BATIM]

Chapter 2: Joey Drew Studios

You did your best to keep calm like Henry did and to stand up at the very least, so you're not entirely vulnerable to any ink monsters or Bendy himself. Shakily getting on your feet, you scanned your surroundings.

Nothing special. It looks the same as the game environment. There's no change at all.

You wished you had that helpful Seeing Tool Henry was given in Chapter 5. You kind of wanted to see his messages yourself.

When you finally convinced yourself to move, you headed to the right, unsure of where to go since you have no idea on what your purpose being here was. Henry received a letter from Joey Drew asking him to come visit the workshop, but you? You don't know why you're even here at all. You just woke up here.

You halted your walking and dwelled on that thought even more. You just woke up here. How did you transfer from your bed to here? Or more like, how did you transfer from your dimension to this dimension? You furrowed your eyebrows together. Although, this could be an indoor park of some sort. Maybe you were at a BendyLand in America?

Unbelievable. The game just came out a year ago. It couldn't possibly have a BendyLand made in that time span since the franchise is still in its growing stage, as well as the fandom.

So this really must be another dimension. This really must be Bendy And The Ink Machine.

You shook your head. You were incredibly doubtful of this. You just couldn't believe it.

As you walked around and explored more, a Bendy cardboard cut-out peeked at you from behind a corner, causing you to jump in your skin. As quickly as it peeked, it hid. You placed a hand on your heart, trying to calm your erratic breathing. "Jesus, you scared me, Bendy!" You told him in an annoyed tone. "Can we tone the scaring down a little? Thanks!"

You turned around the corner to see the cut-out still smiling an eerie grin towards you. Even though you were scared, you still loved Bendy and couldn't help but give it a gentle hug. "I'm not mad at you for scaring me, but don't do that anymore, ok? I have to leave now. Take care!" You wished it well, smiling a little and patting the part between its horns.

You made your way around the first floor, looking for any clues on how you got here or what you have to do to get out. Please don't tell me I have to turn on the Ink Machine, you thought, groaning inwardly. You slouched, as you sighed in exasperation. "I really don't wanna do this," you complained.

You continued to trudge towards the room where the Ink Machine sat. Suddenly, a Bendy cut-out appeared from a corner you were near to and was in your line of sight, which made you scream in fright and had your hands out in front of you, trying to shield yourself.

It immediately broke into pieces.

Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. What just happened. Did it just—

"What in the world is goin' on in here?! I try ta' take an eensy nap 'cause I was beat an' people really tryna ruin my beauty sleep?" Someone yelled angrily, while their footsteps came closer.

You whipped around to see an irritated Bendy, who had his arms crossed and seemed to be around 3 ft tall. How small! His height was at your waist in more visual terms.

Bendy's pie-cut eyes widened at the sight of you and moved his arms to his sides. "Who the heck are you? What the heck are ya doin' in a place like this?" He interrogated, the irritation in his voice slowly dissipating.

"Oh, I-I'm (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)," you introduced yourself.

He furrowed his brows together, giving you a steely gaze. "This ain't a place where a dame should be hangin' around, toots," he told you. "Ya gotta leave, stat. And seein' how ya destroyed my cut-out ova' 'der, Inky will find ya fo' sure."