(This is a Bendy x Reader fanfic) Your Great-Uncle Henry Stein passed away a little over a year ago, leaving behind all of his belongings for you, including a mysterious key to a storage facility. Finding yourself at a complete mental loss after so much grieving, you decide to go to his old storage facility in hopes to fill the hole his death left you. When you enter, you find two envelopes, one of them containing a letter addressed to Henry which asked him to stop by his old studio. Eager to find out more about your deceased family member, you go to the studio, but what you encounter there is definitely not what you were expecting. Just who is Joey Drew, and how are the cartoons from your childhood alive!? Note: All rights to content go to its original owners. The description above has been updated. Viewer discretion is advised.

You walk down the career of a professional detective. A commission has been taken on by you alone - the almost untracable dissapearance of a man named Henry Stein. You research alone in your apartment, your parents deceased and no relatives to bother you, trying to find out as much as you can about this man, when you come across the ruins of a once thriving animation studio. Down in the depths of the decaying building, you find something reflecting light, and, upon further inspection, find a pendant and a note. A strange temptation takes over you and you put on the pendant, and it changes your life. Interesting? Terrifying? You haven't got the faintest clue. One thing you do know? You walk out of that abandoned studio with a demon who is good at profiling and gathering information, and your best chance at tracking down a triple count serial killer whose victim count only seems to grow in numbers.

Joey Drew was a determined, yet curious man; was brilliant, yet manipulative; and an ex-biologist. He was fired from his position as a biologist - focused on the study of abnormal life, the human body, and microbiology - for his questionable goals and behavior. His passion for art lead to a career as the head of an animation studio after getting fired, using his savings earned from his former job to kickstart his animation career. His best friend, Henry, and him worked "together" to run it. You used to be employed there, but left because it just didn't feel safe there anymore and could not stand the working conditions. Pipes would burst to the absolute dismay of coworkers of whom worked near the bursts; machinery made a constant, unbearable ruckus throughout the building; and you started to see an abusive behavior from your quirky boss. What did you do while you were there? You created Bendy, a character of which you are proud to have made. However, when you left the studio, you left the rights of the character's ownership. It was just a character, though... well, so you thought. Almost two decades have passed and you were back. Writings were on the walls, people of ink and symbiotic behavior/nature were all over the place, and a certain demon appears to want and need you. Bendy was alive, and what Drew called a "symbiote," from what you've read from his entries. He wasn't a suitable host, so his body was slowly eaten alive by the symbiote. You however, were the perfect host. Made sense - you created the character. Honestly, what have you gotten yourself into?

"Every artist must sign his work of art. And you already marked me. So... would you allow me to sign you as mine?" [Yandere!Bendy x Animator/female!Reader] Cover, story and future art by me - S-a H. Story on Wattpad as well : www.wattpad.com/story/104040623-in-a-way-you'v e-never-seen-yandere-bendy-x

Female reader! Completed! Everyone knows about Bendy; how he is a dangerous monster that stalks and attacks Henry. But what if I told you those stories were wrong, that everything actually wasn't as it seemed? What if Bendy was never dangerous? What if he was simply chasing Henry in attempt to help cure his own loneliness? Did anyone ever dare to think about how Bendy felt? How desperate he might simply be for compassion? How sad he must be to have been forgotten? To be left alone within the ink?