Love is Written in Ink (Bendy x Reader)

Ch.1: The Dare prt.1: The Studio:

---(y/n)'s POV---

Why?

Why did I agree to the that game? I hate that stupid, pointless game!

Why did I say dare instead of truth? I would've been way more comfortable telling the truth then a dare!

And why did my best friends dare me to go to the most haunted abandoned place in New York City!?

(f/n)1 was driving al three of us to said abandoned and haunted building in the back of New York. I was shaking in the back seat of my car as (f/n)1 and (f/n)2 laughed in the front seats.

Before the 3 of us headed out of my apartment to this place, they handed me a list for like a scavenger hunt of stuff they wanted me to fucking steal from this place, my big over the shoulder backpack to put the stuff in and a light sweater since this place had no anything like heating, and it was cold out.

I packed my self some comfort stuff so my panic attacks will stay down so I wouldn't faint like usual. I packed some deserts I made for us all but now these 2 don't deserve it and I also brought this squishy small plush toy I use as a stress toy for comfort and my headphones. Neither of my friends knew I took these thing, besides the music and headphones, cause I knew they would take them from me. I was wearing my old fashion ink bottle and quill I made into a necklace, that my dad got me from a fieldtrip I wasn't able to go to when I was a kid, for a good luck charm like usual. I was blasting music from my bright red headphones to distract myself from the inveigle panic attack that would happen.

(f/n)1 parked I the deserted parking lot of the abandoned art studio and my heart sunk to my feet. My friends had to drag me out of my own car to get me to go into that building.

"Come on, (y/n), you said 'dare'!" (f/n)2 laughed as (she/he) pushed me to the door.

"Yeah, we'll be right out here for you when you're done (y/n). Don't worry, we won't leave I promise. I wont let (f/n)2 leave either." (f/n)1 said in a worried tone as (he/she) hugged me.

"Aw..." I heard (f/n)2 grumble out.

I gulped and walked to the slightly ajar door. I left like death was holding my hand as I saw this, and he was leading me in there. I looked back at my friend and they just stared back in anticipation.

I turned back to the door and took a deep, deep breath, "Ok, (y/n) (l/n), you watch and play horror and scary games all the time... You can do this! Just a few things then you can..."

I marched myself inside and instantly regretted it when the door slammed closed behind me. I turned on my heals in a panic and was banging on the door rapidly while crying my eyes out. I slowly slid down the door in a panic, I held my heart trying to calm down. I shakily reached into my bag and pulled out that plush and one of the Brigadeiro, the desert, I made. As I slowly chewed it, I stared at the shaking piece of paper in my hand which was also shaking more than leaves in a hurricane.

"Ok, first thing is a plush toy... that should be easy since it's an art studio... there should be some laying around." I sighed out. I slowly stood up and walked through the small entrance corridor. This place was actually nice just dusty. Even the power was still working, and this place closed around WWII (so like 70 years ago). "Wow," I said as I looked around, "Its not that scary actually."

I took a picture of a few things like the old projector and posters of the old black and white cartoons. I chuckled at the cute cutout and brought it by the front door so I could bring it home. Don't judge me, I thought it was cool to have in my apartment. I continued to look around the large studio front room and watched the repeating video of the cutout.