Ink Bendy x Reader - Together Within the Studio (DISCONTINUED)

Closer and Closer

12/2/19

A large jolt in your body caused you to snap awake. The lingering traces of ink in your bloodstream helped connect you to the entire studio just like Bendy was, so when an occurrence such as this happened, you could know for certain that something was up. But this wasn't just a strange lure of the ink. No, this was a firm tugging, as if the ink was trying to break free from your body to reach something particular no matter the cost.

"Bendy!" You gasped as your sluggish mind slowly put the pieces together. Pushing yourself up from where you were laying on top of the demon's body, your hand can to rapidly tap his chest as you continued to furiously beg, "Bendy!"

He instantly awoke after hearing your voice a handful of times. His hands came to frantically grasp your waist as you now sat on him, a clear sign of worry and slight panic from being awoken in a not so pleasant manner.

"Bendy, hurry up!" You breathed out in a rush as you got off him. Quickly grabbing your supplies, such as your rope and transceiver, you explained, "The ink, it senses something. I think it might be him again. Hurry, we need to go check it out!"

The demon nodded in agreement as he lifted you bridal style once you were all set. "Where to?" He asked as he began to run out of the lounge and into the dark studio.

Taking a second of thought, you eventually answered him. "I don't know.... Let's try around the Music Department some more." The Ink Demon nodded at your response as he hurried towards the lower part of the studio where the old music director had once lingered in all his former glory. With as harsh as the inner tug of ink was, whatever had been calling to it had been rather close. You figured the sound studio was the closest, most likely source.

Suddenly, another harsh tug ripped through your veins. "Bendy, below us! Now!" You gasped in alarm, and the demon heeded your words without hesitation. He formed an ink portal on the floor in front of him and immediately fell through, gently landing his feet on the floor below with you still held safely in his arms.

You had never seen this room before, but it was definitely a part of her music studio. It just felt like the old music director; it just held his presence and former life. Behind you, you noticed the ink pentagram that now stained the floor. In its center was a wooden stake firmly attached to the ground with broken ropes around it, obviously having been tied at some point.

"This is where I had killed him myself...." Bendy quietly admitted in a very guilty and regretting manner. "I didn't mean to, I don't think. Not at heart."

Sending the troubled demon a bittersweet smile of encouragement, you told him softly, "Oh Bendy, it's alright. He was fine afterward, anyway! Well, mostly. Just a little insane in the brain is all." You took us hand in yours and patted it reassuringly. "Now, come on. We need to hurry."

He led you down a dark corridor of broken wooden planks that seemed to have been split by the rough swing of an axe. You figured he knew the closest ink pit to be searched, which is exactly what soon came into view at the very end of the walkway. After quickly asking him, Bendy helped tie your rope securely around your waist, and once he was finished, you wasted no time in jumping into the large pool of ink before you.

The faint, mumbles voices of sharp, hushed tones quickly tore into your ears. Faint buzzes and screams soon followed suit. You plunged deeper into the abyss of suffocating darkness yet again, swimming into the empty void of despair and lost cause. Adrenaline coursed through you as your arms fought to propel you forward through the constricting ink. Your eyelids fluttered, trying to stay open within the inky depths although still not accustomed enough to do so permanently.

Feeling another sharp jolt within your bloodstream, this one much stronger than any you had felt before that morning, you forced yourself to move forward even more. A gracious smile of excitement sprang to your face as a warm light began to twinkle into view. Swimming towards it as fast as your arms, legs, and vile ink allowed, you noticed the whisper of a familiar voice began to pick up over the rest in volume.