Wednesday morning. Two days have passed and I still feel uneasy whenever I come near those creepy cut-outs, whenever I'm around one I feel watched. It creeps me out.
I tried to take the one in my office out in the hall before I started to work, but as soon as I turn around before my break, it was back. Its like their alive, but I know its someone playing a trick on me, probably Mark.
Yesterday when I mentioned how they make me feel uneasy to Mark, all he did was laugh and joke around how they watch me. Sometimes I feel crazy around here, it's like I'm the only one who feels creeped out in this place.
I try to get my mind off of it and continue back to work.
I make my way across the tablet with my stylus in hand, drawing out a rough draft of the scene in an episode we're still working on.
As I finish up the expression on Bendy's face I hear a loud, demanding knock on my office door.
"Come in" I call out, facing the door.
The door opens and reveals a buff, older man, Mr. Drew.
"Oh, Mr. Drew. This is a surprise. How can I help you?" I ask.
"I need you to quickly finish up the rough drafts of the animation, our deadline is approaching and I really need them sent to those in charge of finalizing them" he orders.
"Uh, yes sir. Ill do my best to hurry up"
"Get a move on" he added before leaving my office, slamming the door loudly.
I sit there, taken back by his demanding attitude. He seemed like a patient, calm guy when I first arrived, didn't expect him to be so demanding.
"Never judge a book by its cover" I thought.
I stare at my work for a moment, feeling as I'm carrying the world on my shoulder's.
"Guess I'm too slow" I muttered, slouching in my chair.
I spend the next hour finishing up the rough drafts, trying to hurry up like I was told. As soon as I finished I sent them away to be finalized.
I took a minute to sit back and relax, feeling as the pressure and anxiety slowly fades away. Before I was in complete relaxation, my door swung opened, followed by Mark barging his way in.
"Y/N! You got to see what I found!" he shouted, bouncing up and down.
"Don't know how to knock?" I joke.
"No. Now look at this" he shoves a black, soft object in my face, too close for me to focus on it.
"Way too close!" I laugh and push his hand away from my face.
I gaze on the object in his hand, it was a Bendy plushie.
"Where did you find that?" I ask, curious on where he found this cute little devil.
"I found it while I was walking to the break room; it was up in a bookcase I passed"
"Put your hand out" he orders.
I give him a questioning look, conflicted on if I should or not.
"Please" he begs, hands clapped together.
I hesitantly put my hand out and watch him place the plushie in my hand, feeling the soft material against my hand.
"Why did you give me this?"
"I overheard the boss yelling at you earlier. Sorry I didn't warn you about his attitude and temper, He gets like that when the deadline is soon. This is my apology gift" he explained, patting my shoulder.
YOU ARE READING
Inky Lover (Bendy X Reader)
FanfictionY/N desperately needs a job to survive and luckily finds an opening at a studio run by Mr. Drew, the son of Joey Drew. What will she discover in the studio? What inky friendships will develop?