Inky Lover (Bendy X Reader)

Chapter 4

Another day at work. Stylus in hand, tired expression plastered on my face and the cut-out seeming to move on it's own.

"Ugh, I can't focus today" I groan out.

I decide to take a mini break from work and explore the halls of the studio, without Mr. Drew knowing of course.

I get up from my chair and adventure down the halls, just taking in the wooden walls with ink scattered across, the creaks of the floor, the strong smell of sweat and ink, and the murmurs of voice actors.

"Wow this place got way messier" I notice, feeling the inky wall and making my palm filled with the cold, damp ink.

"Why is this ink so wet? looks like it's recent" I thought to myself, watching the ink drip down the wall.

I continue on and find myself in a different department. I observe the new environment, listening to the beautiful music in the distance, the soft, silky voice singing away, filling my ears with bless.

One moment nothing, but heaven. Next, utter chaos. I jump when I hear a low, booming voice. I sneak my way towards the voice and hid behind the wall, peeking out.

I notice Mr. Drew shooing the musicians out of the music room, ordering them to wait in the hall until he comes out. He slams the door shut, resulting in outraged musicians, all complaining bitterly.

I escape, not wanting to interact with the agitated musicians, and not wanting my boss to catch me taking a break when I'm suppose to be at my desk working.

I stroll along the halls of the music department, still wary of Mr. Drew. As I adventure deeper and deeper down the department I take note of the amount of Bendy cut-out's that are filled in this section.

"What is with the cut-out's being everywhere in this studio?" I muttered.

I march back, retracing my footsteps. I continue making my way back to my office, before a Bendy cut-out pops out from the wall and retreats back. I shriek, feeling my heart leave my body.

I force my legs to move towards the wall ahead and peer around the corner. It was placed against the wall, cold and wooden.

"Maybe...maybe it was just someone just...just playing a trick" I stuttered.

I dragged my stiff legs across the hall, taking glances all around, especially behind.

While quickly making my way to safety I heard a low, childish giggle coming from behind. I turn my head and notice a dark, small figure peering around the corner of a wall.

I hold my breath, staring at the dark creature slowly form bigger and bigger, finally forming into a tall, ink like demon. I slowly take smalls steps back and right when a triggered a creak from the floor the thing came sprinting down the hall, coming straight for me.

I cry out and I dash towards my department, desperate for anywhere safe and around people.

"Come back! Can't turn me now, can ya?!" It laughs out.

I hear it's footsteps rapidly catching up to mine. I didn't dare to look back, only focusing on escaping.

The more I run the more light I see, the less ink are on the walls and the voices get louder and louder with each step.

I feel it's chilly, moist hand make contact with my back, trying to grab hold of me. I look back, catching a glimpse of it throwing it's hands at me, desperately trying to reach me.

It swung it's arm at me, attempting to grab me. I dodge and force my body to go faster towards light and safety, using up the rest of my energy.

Before it can capture me I make it to my office and slam it shut behind me, holding the door closed with my back.

I slide my body down, sobbing uncontrollably against the hard, wooden door. I bring my hand to my heart trying to control my heartbeat that's racing non-stop and my fast, heavy breathing.

My thoughts are running wild, filled with shock, confusion, worry and panic.

I finally calmed my breathing a bit and felt my heart slow down the pace. I took deep, long breaths to calm my tired, shaky and panic filled body.

After a few deep breaths I hear a soft knock on my door.

"Uh, yes?" I answer.

I feel the door attempting to be pulled open, failing due to my back against it.

"Um, the door won't open, Y/N" Mark complains, still trying to open it.

"Well just give me a sec, I'm just relaxing against it" I make up.

I rush to fix my wet face, hiding the fear and panic I experienced. I open the door and hide my hands behind my back, hiding how badly they are shaking.

"So, what's up man?" I ask, trying to sound as casual as I can.

"Just wanted to know if you're coming to the break room for lunch"

"Nah, I'm all good. I like my cozy office" I force my lips to form the fakest and brightest smile I could, desperately holding in the tears.

He hesitates before giving me a small, worried smile.

"You sure? I'm sure the break room would be more fun instead of being coped up in here" he stares into my eyes, flooded with worry and desperation.

"I'm all good, really. I like it in here" I reassure.

Before he can mutter another word a distant, but booming voice calls out to Mark, leaving me in a dark hallway filled with nothing, but the sounds all around.

Alone with my short, quick breaths, the occasional drips in the distance and creaks from the floorboards that left me feeling anxious and tense.

I peer at both sides of the hall, trying to find any sign of that horrifying ink demon. I shut my door and drag my exhausted body to my chair, finally resting.

I lay my head against the desk, struggling to find an explanation for what chased me down the hall.

"Should I tell Mark or anyone about this?" I worry, clutching my sketchbook for dear life, hearing the paper's crinkle from my death grip.

"If I tell someone I'll sound crazy. It was dark, it was probably just someone taking advantage of the dark and playing a cruel joke" I pondered.

I feel my body finally starting to loosen up a bit and my body stop shaking.

I shakily flip to a blank sheet on my sketchbook and doodle, not caring about my shaky lines, just wanting to forget all about what happened.

After a few doodles I feel more relaxed, body no longer stiff and shaky. I finish the sheet and flip to the next. I find words written on the sheet. "Can't wait to play!" written in thick, black ink, along with a large smiling face next to it.

I hold it in place, reading it over and over again, hands trembling, clenching the sheet roughly. I shut my sketchbook and bring my hands to my face, failing to contain the strong, quick breaths from my panic attack.

"Come on! think happy thoughts!" I yell in my head.

I fail to contain the attack, feeling as all of my nerves and sound around me go numb. I get up from my chair for help, feeling as the world starts to get dizzy and I fall to the ground, feeling no pain as I hit the wooden floor.

I lay there completely still, unable to see nothing, but blurs all around.

It felt like an eternity before my vision slowly returns, each second it focuses more. By the time my vision returns almost fully I see something black emerge from an ink puddle in the corner gain, turning it's head and approach my numb, still body.

I try to squirm, trying to reboot my body into moving. Nothing. I watch the creature's every move and feature's with wide eyes, not believing what I was seeing. It look exactly like Bendy, cartoon form and that signature smile everyone knows and loves.

I was staring right at Bendy, the Dancing Demon. I couldn't scream, unable to make any sound. All I could do is stare and fear for the worst.

It lowered down to my numb body and whispered something that sent a chill to my spine.

"Ready to play, Y/N?"