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

Test Toons

3/3/20

The second you and Bendy had planned everything out and you decided to lock yourself in the room where the dissected Boris used to lay, the Ink Demon never once left your side. He remained in there, sitting out of your way near the corner while you worked. Meanwhile, Henry provided company for Sammy, taking him around the old Music Department to get the Searcher's mind off his worries and concerns for you.

The game plan was simple. Using Joey Drew's peculiar book, you would create a few tests to make sure you knew what you were doing and to make sure the products were actually stable and capable of sustaining life. Once you made a few small successful toons, and once you and Bendy were sure you hadn't turned the slightest bit insane, you would go on to the real project. Remake Sammy's old ink body, and transfer his soul from his new Searcher body to the recreation of his former frame. 

So far, you had been hard at work for almost six hours. All of your attention, every speck of your life, was fully invested at creating the first test toon. However, while completely absorbed in your work, you continued to be very cautious of your body, your train of thought, and your environment. When Bendy told you to take a break, maybe even have a drink or a snack, you instantly stopped working and took a step back provided you weren't right in the middle of something very critical. Although you desperately wanted to reach success and help Sammy as soon as possible, you knew you had to be very aware of yourself, and you trusted Bendy wouldn't abuse his power of getting you to take small breaks here and there.

Even when you were taking a break, Bendy never spoke a single word, never tried to verbally communicate at all. Sure, he would give you light kisses and would give you a back or shoulder massage here or there, but he wouldn't say anything. You wouldn't either. Without having to tell one another, you both knew that, even though a break was in session, your focus and concentration still needed to remain pristine, untouched. And abide by that one unspoken rule you both easily and compliantly did. That is, until the seventh hour began to roll around.

"Bendy." You murmured, your vocal chords straining themselves as you hadn't spoken for endless hours. Even though your tone was quiet and your voice soft, the Ink Demon's name still managed to break through the atmosphere of the room like a gunshot, immediately alerting the demon as his horns perked up right.

"Y-Yes?" He replied quietly, removing his gaze from his arms that had been folded over his chest as he leaned against the corner of the room.

No further words came from your mouth, and you still didn't even turn to look at him. Your head was still hung over the table, gaze apparently fixed on the construction of the test toon before you. Bendy felt a wave of slight relief wash over him as he felt the atmosphere change, noticing that it felt warmer and much more relaxed. He knew a bright smile had come to your face. However, he began to panic when he saw your shoulders begin to shake and soft sniffles began to be heard.

"(Y/N)!?" He gasped in alarm, his voice now much louder than it had been seconds earlier. He tore his body away from the wall to stand upright, perfect posture, in a defensive and alert position. "What's wrong!?"

When you turned to face him, he froze in shock. A large, soft smile was spread across your entire face as tears of happiness streamed down your cheeks. Bendy visibly and mentally relaxed at the realization that you weren't distressed, only in joyous disbelief. You waved him over before turning back to the table in front of you. The Ink Demon slowly walked towards you, stopping at your side just as he draped an arm around your shoulders. What he saw was astounding, enough to force a slow gasp to escape his mouth.

A tiny Bendy. Maybe only about a foot and a half in height. It was sitting up, black pie eyes blinking at a normal rate. It's head floated in the air, not even remotely attached to its round, plump body. It's face held innocence and curiosity, but also that familiar twinkle of mischief. He looked just like the one from the cartoons, nothing like the version that stood beside you. The Ink Demon allowed a gigantic grin to form on his face, even larger than his trademark smile. The impossible and had been made possible right before his very eyes.