Inky Lover (Bendy X Reader)

Chapter 11

I sit on my bed, recreating memories of the basement, wondering what the hell happened to the studio. What happened? What made them? What made Bendy? Are there other dangerous monsters lurking deep down in the studio?

The headache stops my anxious wondering.

I lay my back against the soft fabric of my blanket, staring at the ceiling, trying to think of anything to do. I couldn't hang out with my roommate, she's gone. She was never here anyways, always out somewhere with friends or her boyfriend. Pretty much doesn't exist at this point.

Maybe Mark. I cringe at the thought of hanging out with him, especially since he's gotten so clingy. We're not even really friends, mostly co-workers, but that doesn't stop him from trying to butt into my personal life.

After a minute of silence, I sit up from comfort and get on my feet, trying to boot up my body for a semi-productive day. I change out of my pajamas and into my somewhat, decent comfy clothes, not caring about impressing anyone today. I then grab my bag, laptop, and keys, walking out the door and walking down the apartment building staircase.

I exit the building and walk towards my nearest coffee shop, in desperate need of a delicious cold drink. A small smile forming on my face at the thought of my addiction.

I enter the shop and order my drink, followed by my last-minute decision of a bagel to go with it. I grab my food and drink, scanning for a place to sit. I find a quiet corner, filled with the warm sunshine. I sit down and open my laptop, taking a bite of my bagel as I wait for it to load up. I stare at my screen, not knowing what to do. An idea pops in my head.

I click on Google Chrome and type away. 'Sillyvision Studios experience'. In search of anyone that has seen what I have. I carefully look over each result that pops up, hoping to find what I'm looking for. I continue to eat my food as I scroll.

I search through the first and second page of the results, but I find nothing, only finding articles filled with criticism for the studio, employees, cartoon and some blogs about how they trespassed the property back when it was abandoned and heard some sounds inside, no explanation on what it was or if they saw anything.

I lean back on my chair, feeling defeat and insane. Insane from everything I've seen, the things that made me question superstition and god, making me question my mental stability. I close the tab and take a long sip of my drink, taking a break from everything.

In the middle of my drink, I notice a familiar figure in the line. I look up, making eye contact with Mark. A smile grows on his face as he waves at me. I wave back with a small smile.

I don't hate him, he's just a bit clingy and energetic. I mentally prepare myself for this interaction, barely having the energy for a conversation. Mark skips towards me with his daily gallon of coffee in his hand.

"Hi, Y/N! It's so nice to see you here. Now I won't have to be a loner here" he jokes.

I laugh along, slowly feeling better about having some company.

"So what's up? Plan on staying here all day?" He asks.

"I'm not sure. I wouldn't be surprised though, it's hard to go even five minutes without my precious drink" I chuckle.

As he chugs down his drink, I get an idea.

"Hey" I speak up, grabbing his attention.

"Have you..." I pause, hesitant to ask.

The desperation for answers made up my mind.

"Have you noticed anything weird in the studio?"

He pauses, staring at me puzzled.