Inky Lover (Bendy X Reader)

Chapter 1

I sat by the dining table, skimming through the job section of the paper, desperately looking for any position that I have a chance at. Nurse? No, Waitress? Maybe, accountant? God no. I grab my red marker off the table and circle the waitress position, putting it in consideration. As I continue to look through, hoping I find something better than a waitress, I catch the ad for an animator wanted at a new studio nearby. I smile at the thought of it, I love to draw and find myself quite good, considering I drew for years with serious practice and dedication.

As I grab my phone and start to dial the number in, I hear the voice of my lovely roommate.

"Y/N!!"

I jump and turn my head quickly at the source. I regret looking. My roommate, Chelsea, stomps angrily towards me with a piercing glare that could kill in a second.

"I can't keep paying the rent myself, if you don't start paying up I'm gonna have to kick you out of this apartment. I'm tired of you sitting around and doing nothing while using up the stuff I paid for. If you don't pay rent next month, you're out of here" She barked.

I sat there with mixed feelings, shock, upset and worried. I watched her stomp away with keys in hand and walking out the door, slamming it loudly. I stare off in distance, lost in my worries, thinking of being homeless, cold and hungry on the streets.

I quickly grab my phone, dial the number and wait for an answer, hoping that the position is still available.

"Hello?" A man with a deep, raspy and tired voice answers. 

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm calling about the position of an animator, I'm interested and would like to set up an interview"

"Oh! Of course. Let me check to see when I'm available "

A few moments of silence pass by before I hear his voice again

"Is tomorrow at 5pm ok? " he asks.

"Of course!"

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then. Have a nice day Y/N"

I quickly say goodbye and hang up the phone. A huge smile was plastered on my face, so happy I finally got an interview for a job.

"I finally got an interview!" I throw my hands up in celebration, not caring how crazy I must look. During my celebration I hear a loud rumble from my stomach.

"God I'm hungry, I need to eat before I die of starvation" I joke to myself.

I chuckle and get up, making my way towards the fridge. I grab leftover pizza and eat it without heating it in the microwave "If my parents could see me now they would be disappointed in my life choices" I laugh.

I make my way to my room and open the bedroom door, revealing my messy room, exposing my laziness. I sit at my tiny desk and grab my sketchbook, a pencil and an eraser. "What should I draw?" I wonder to myself. After a few moments I get an idea.

I open my book to a blank sheet and move my hand with the pencil across the blank sheet, filling it with lines, shapes and imagination. After I finish the draft and linework, I take a moment to look at my masterpiece in the process, it was just a scene in one of the episodes of Bendy. Sure it wasn't original or creative, but it's nice to have a drawing like this to add my own spark and style into it.

I check the time on my phone, it was 11:45pm. "Man it's late, I should probably sleep soon" I thought. I decided to clean up the mess tomorrow on my desk and head for my bed, not caring about changing my clothes. I turn off my lights and start to drift off.

I quickly rise from my bed, startled by the loud thud coming from outside my room. I slowly get up from my bed and head to investigate the noise.

As I approach the kitchen, I notice my roommate picking up the pot I assumed she dropped or knocked off.

"Oh, morning Chelsea" I sighed, relieved it was just my clumsy roommate and not a burglar.

She greets back groggily and returns to making herself breakfast. I look at the clock, it was 9am. "It's too early for this" I mumbled to myself as I grab some milk and pour myself a glass.

I sit at the table, next to Chelsea. "So, I got an interview for a job today. Looks like you might not kick me out anytime soon" I boast.

"Oh, that's good" she muttered, not even taking a glance at me.

I quickly shut my mouth, thinking she's not in the mood for a conversation. Should have known judging her bags under her eyes and sleepy, lazy look on her.

I finish my milk and spend the rest of the day watching YouTube and drawing. As soon as it hit 4 I started to get ready, making sure to dress nice and look decent enough for the interview. When it hit 4:45 I got my keys out, my sketchbook, got the directions from the ad, said goodbye and made my way to the studio by car.

The studio was in sight I noticed how run-down it looks, the paint tearing off, the grass long enough to be considered a jungle and faded words on the front. I park your car at the side of the road. Before heading out I take a moment to breath and try to find the remainder of my courage and confidence.

I make my way to the entrance and go inside the run down building. "Wow, the inside is way cleaner compared to outside" The floors were swept and polished, the walls had a fresh coat of paint and it smelled like a new home.

I start to wonder straight into the halls, searching for someone to ask for directions. I pass by an office and catch a glance of someone working in there, I quickly stop in your tracks and knock on the open door. The scrawny man looked up from his desk and focuses on you

"Oh, how can I help you?" he asks.

"I have an interview for the animator position, but I have no idea where the boss is. Can you tell me where I would find him?"

He gets up from his chair and starts to guide me through the hall.

"Well the boss is down the hall, on your left. By the way my name is Mark, what's yours?"

'I'm Y/N, nice to meet you man"

After we turn to the left, we're met with a large door, titled "Mr. Drew" with a gold-looking plate above.

"Here he is. Hope the interview goes well for you, good luck Y/N"

He waves goodbye and leaves me in front of the large, intimidating door.

I knock on the wooden door.

"Come in"

I open the door with my clammy hand and is greeted with a buff, older man.

"Oh, are you here about the position?" he questions.

"Yep. My name is Y/N, I called about it yesterday"

"Ah, so you're Y/N. Come, take a seat" he points to the chair in front of his desk and I sit down, feeling my nervous heart beat loudly and rapidly more by the second.

"So, what makes you think you're qualified to work here?"

"Well I have a passion for art and animation, I think I'll be a good addiction to the team by how hard working I am. I brought some of my personal art pieces of examples of my artistic ability" I hand him the sketchbook and watch him flip through the pages, trying to figure out if he likes them or not.

He hands it back, saying nothing and having no emotion shown. "So, what do you think?" I nervously ask, feeling the bead of sweat roll down my forehead.

"Welcome to the team" he announces with a toothy smile.

I smile wide and shake his hand excitedly. "Oh, thank you so much sir! I swear you won't regret this choice!"

"Haha, I like you kid. Come in on Monday morning at 8am, ok?"

"Of course. I'll see you on Monday" I waved goodbye and made my way down the hall and towards the exit.

I stopped by Mark's office to say thanks. Then I hop into my car and make my way home, feeling hopeful and excited for Monday.