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Bendy x Reader - Remember Me?

You sit up straight, staring at the white wall in front of you. Where were you? Last thing you remembered...was nothing. You groan, shaking your head as you look around. You were... in a room, definitely. You knew that much. But what room? There was a window, sunlight pouring in, a vase with flowers, curtains that are designed to cover the bed and its entirety but are pulled back, and devices and machinery beside you. You were strapped to multiple of them.

Wait. Now you remember. This is a hospital. Why? Why are you here? The sound of a door creaking open could be heard as you naturally turn to look. A guy, in a white coat with brown hair and.. a cup for a head? 'Chip', it read on his name tag. He was focused on a clipboard on which he held. He looked up and caught sight of you. His eyes widened as he pressed a button near him and whispered to it. He lets go and immediately heads for the machineries beside you. He twisted, read some things, double checked his clipboard and other such. He nods as he eventually went ahead and left the room.

You paid no mind as a mirror catches your attention. You tilt your head. You had back length straight black hair with multiple stripes of silver. Your skin was fair and your eyes gleamed with different colors. Red on your left and a gray, almost white on your right. Heterochromia, you thought. "That's..." You managed to croak, your voice hoarse. "Not me..." Your throat was very dry and it felt like you haven't talked in days. Weeks. Months. Years even! You stare. How can you say that that wasn't you? You can't even remember your own name. As you continued to stare, two voices that were seemingly arguing can be heard through the door.

"We can't do that just yet!" A male's voice exclaimed. "She can handle herself-" A scoff exited one their mouths. "Sure. Place the girl who doesn't even know her own damn name into the open! Surely she will survive!" It sounded like the first voice. And it seemed very sarcastic. "Do you even hear yourself, Cuphead?!" It continued on like that. It eventually fell and turned into white noise as you looked down. A baby blue hospital dress. You decide to look around the room; not just from your bed. You slowly lower your feet on the side. You quickly retract it as you realized it was freezing. You felt for something and surely enough, there was something soft. You slip it on and let your other foot do the same. As you stood, you wobbled gently, holding onto the sheets as you bent slightly for support.

You slowly walk towards a door that was creaked open. You could see the silhouette of a toilet there. As you continued, step by step, your hand, that was connected through some small tube, was now hanging in air as the tube reached its limit of length. You tilt your head. "She has amnesia! She's stuck in that form cause she forgot how she looks like!" It was the voice who seemed mad since early on. Your eyebrows furrowed. "I.. Who am I then?" You managed to mutter, walking slowly towards the machine where the tube was connected so it wasn't stretched anymore. You looked above the bed you recently rested on. It had a clipboard. You looked at it closer.

Name: ________
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Date Admitted: 03/14/XX
Status: Comatosed Sleep

You stared. Great. That's one less way of knowing your name. If you were admitted on march fourteen, how long have you been here? Surely its only been a few days. But comatosed state? The door creaked open to reveal the same person from earlier. "Hello Ms." His voice matched the one who disagrees with the other voice from earlier. "I see you've awoken." He smiled slightly. "Anyways; Seeing as the doctors have approved it; you'll be free to go home. You've been here for more than a few months now and they think it's finally time for you to go home." He sighed and muttered quietly. "Even though its not wise cause you just woke up today.. Anyways," He looks at you as the smile reappears on his face. "You're probably wondering why you're here. You've been admitted on March fourteen while in a coma and you have shown no signs of recovery for the past few months. Except a week after you were admitted. It was.." His eyes adverted. "An... interesting experience. And not until today, September nineteen, you're fully awake. So, yes. That will be all. No one knows your name and we have checked your wallet and belongings for any signs of identification."