BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE (Dark Revival AND OG) X READER ONESHOTS (Open!)

Visiting the Studio (Ink bendy X sad mute fem reader)

(This is a request by @Ren_Hoen)
(Your POV)
      The sky was a ashy grey as freezing rain poured down. I parked my truck in the empty parking lot. There stood the old studio which back in its glory days was where my uncle would create and animate a cartoon. Now, in present day the studio was covered in overgrown vines and the building looked like it was slowly falling apart.
      A sense of sadness washed over me as I silently made my way toward the door. My uncle would bring me to his work studio when I was a little girl. A small sad smile worked it's way onto my face.
       The cold rain soaked through my (f/c) jacket as I beeline toward the back door. I reached out turning the doorknob slightly as there was a small click. The door swung open with a loud creak. I glanced over my shoulder one last time at my shiny truck sitting in the empty parking lot.
       I faced forward and boldly stepped inside the old studio. Closing the door behind me, my eyes scanned the area. 'This studio has seen better days..' I sighed as the place was falling apart at the seams. I soon found myself wondering through the studio recalling memories that took place in the studio.
      So, you are likely wondering why I am doing at this old closed down studio? Because, recently my uncle Henry has been missing for a few weeks and the only thing left of him was a letter from a mister named Joel Drew.
     I tracked through the studio. The wallpaper was peeling and posters from old cartoons barely hang on the walls by a rusty nail. I shivered at how empty this place was. It reminded me of how I felt. Empty and sad. Like a rainstorm that over floats over my head and I am constantly being poured on by the rain of depression.
      This studio had so many happy memories within its walls. It felt just yesterday I was a seven year old running around the halls and watching the process of cartoon making at its finest! But, now the studio was a shell of its former self. It reminded me of myself.
     I noticed the large ink machine sitting in the middle of an empty room. It looks quite rusty and I have no idea if the rusty tin can even worked! But, it had a power button and some sort of sorry range puzzle attached to it. Like I got anything better to do anyways.
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(Bendy's POV)
    I watched room the shadows as a young woman dressed in a gray jacket wondered around the studio. Who was this strange woman anyways? No one has entered this gosh darn place in centuries..well besides Henry, but I have no clue where the creator is. I felt my anger bubble up.
      The creator left me here to rot along either this studio. He needed to pay for leaving his creation here. Now, what about the woman? What was her goal to be in this rundown studio? I wasn't sure, but decided to investigate.
      From the shadows I moved quickly. The woman moved sluggishly around the area collecting various items. Was she going to turn the ink machine on? I watched the woman pause for a minute while she picked a plushie version of myself.
     I was a bit weirded out when I daw the woman smile a bit. I moved a bit closer to the light to get a better look at her. Her eye color was a dull (e/c) and her long/short hair seemed to shape her face quite well. There was this sorrowful look in her eyes as she stated at the stuff animal.
     Her eyes seemed to have sparked an old memory of mine. Those eyes reminded me of a bright smiling seven year old who I would see running in the halls. She always was around Henry, and always seen carrying a little plushie of me. Then, it clicked.
     Was this woman holding the stuff animal the same young seven year old I saw all those years back? Could it be (Y/n)? My heart fluttered a bit at the thought all those years had flown by and that and the cute little seven year old all grown up decided to pay and for able visit to me! I excitedly crept from the safety of the shadows.
     I slowly approached the woman. But, I paused for a second. I noticed the woman was now sitting on the ground curled up in in a ball. She was crying? Why was she crying? I felt the urge to rush over and wrap my arms around the woman. To tell her that everything would be alright.
      It was a silly thought, I would scare the living daylight out of her. What if it wasn't my beloved (Y/n)? What if it was some stranger that wandered into the studio by mistake? Whatever the case may be, the woman had to go, this was no place for her.
     I wiped the dripping ink away from my face as I took away few sluggish steps closer. The woman lifted her head up away and gazed at me. Those (e/c) eyes stared straight at me. Her eyes went wide. I prepared myself mentally for the woman to lose her mind send screech like a banshee.
      Yet, the woman wiped her tears with her sleeve. She got to her feet quietly without looking away. Suddenly, the woman lunged at me! I prepared to defend myself, but instead of receiving a pickax to the head. The woman wrapped her arms around me. She was once again sobbing.
     I froze up. I had no idea what to do! I rarely socialize with anyone outside of the studio. I hesitates for a moment, but began to draped my arms around her. I began to carefully pat her back. The woman looked up once more with those (e/c) eyes. I knew right then and there. It was (Y/n).
     The little happy child had grown up. Those sparkling eyes were now dull and glittered with sadness.
      "(Y/n)..is..that..you?" I asked quietly. Her eyes went once more as she nodded her head. I was in shock, but remained calm. I soon remembered that (Y/n) never had a voice, she was born a mute. The poor thing likely had so much to say, but having no voice she couldn't express her emotions. So, I sat down with her in my lap and let (Y/n) express her emotions through sign language.