Your Uncle Henry warned you, and told you the tales about the old studio where he used to work 30 years ago. He had just escaped from a long, horrific experience there and had 'supposedly' disposed of the ink demon- former cartoon character- Bendy. But did he really dispose of him for good? Of course, being the danger loving, carefree, and curious 19 year old that you are, you enter the studio and go through a fairly similar experience Henry had told you about. Creaky floor boards, ink puddles galore, the feeling of being watched at every turn, the growing uneasiness as you walked on into the black abyss, and the demonic inky entity chasing you on. Following your every move. Listening to every rustle of paper, every creak of the studio, and every terrified breath. Things take another unexpected turn when you run into a rather peculiar, and a little psychotic, ink corrupted creature... ----------------------------- Finally Completed! Thank you all so much for the love and support 😄💕

[Special thanks to Daijyobani for the book cover! It looks absoutely amazing!] [[This takes place after the ink incident. Time frames are sort of off because at the time of me writing this I did not know what year the games were set in. This occurs in modern times.]] Yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ. Iᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛʟᴇʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ. Bᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀsᴇᴅ, ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇsᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ?

Every day, I imagine a future where I'm not stuck like this In my hand is the sheet of a song that corrupted me, stole my bliss The ink flows down into the dark puddle Just have his way- your sanity is already gone! But in this world of monochrome colors What will it take just to find that special day? What will it take just to find that special day? Have I found a worthy sacrifice for my savior today? When you're here, he seems a lot less bored and snaps less anyway When I can't even see my own reflection What good's my self when I'm just a tool to my lord? And if this world won't give me salvation What will it take just for me to end this discord? Does my song only sing bitter chords for those who are dear to me? He will come, so there's a chance for me to be set free. The ink flows down into the dark puddle How can I prove that I'm in reality? If I can't hear the sound of his crawling What do you call god in your reality? And in this reality, if I don't know how to save me... ... Lord set me free

Micheal Smith moves into his new house and he finds out he has a psycho neighbor across the street, He has a mysterious door in his house, Micheal tries to find out whats behind that door. But when he finds out those dirty secrets he regrets opening that door.

Bendy has started feeling strange things when he's around Sammy lately, he's been craving more of his attention and company. "Is this what love feels like?" Don't ask why I have motivation to write this [ ART NOT MINE!]

What happened after the game? Read and find out! ((Book cover not mine))

This is a story of a Woman called (Y/N).

Inspired by the Stanley Parable, GLaDOS from Portal 1&2, the science of light, Shane Koyczan, and my best friends (Special Note: The Narrator of this book is like GLaDOS in the since that they both will insult you, so don't be offended by anything the Narrator says, it is the development of the Narrator's character, not a development of your character.) "...we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway, and if in some way we are, don’t worry, we only got out to walk and get gas..." From the Poem "To This Day" By Shane Koyczan

This story is written to represent an entirely platonic relationship but I suppose you can interpret it however you want. You take the place of Stanley, and after four years you start to realize different ways you can communicate with the narrator. It starts with body language, than gestures, than written, and your beginning to realize maybe you and The Narrator can get along, and maybe even escape. Note: This story is written based on the theory that The Stanley Parable is part of Aperture (from portal) and The Narrator is a core.

The Stanley Parable game was one of interest to (Y/N), she played it often. However one day the narrator had enough, his punishment for ruining his game was to bring (Y/N) into it. (Disclaimer: Blood mentions, torture and fluff| None of the pictures or characters are mine.)