Play Thing (Bendy X Reader)

Chapter One

        There was a thick silence downstairs. Aside from the turning of film rolls and projectors, and the pacing of Bendy, who had a hand clamped over his mouth as he lost himself in his own thoughts. Fear, confusion, and a sense of betrayal wrapped itself around him, trying to warp his mind, but a part of him refused to believe what he had witnessed three days prior. Bendy refused to believe that Boris was gone. Inky tears gently rolled down his face, staining his glove, and falling onto the floor with a small plop. But then again his body was sort of melting anyways, mostly out of nervousness, but the ink that fell was quickly soaked back up with every step he took in his pacing. He was tired, having not been able to sleep without his friend with him, but how could he anyway, he was too worried, wouldn't you be too? His exhaustion showed in his performance too, after having tripped while dancing, and always messing up his lines. Goodness he was messing up badly. Bendy's eyes widened and he gasped when he tripped once again, landing on his side thankfully instead of his face. "Ugh..." he groaned, rolling himself onto his back and staring up at the ceiling, his usual grin replaced with a frown. Three days prior, he had been looking for Boris that morning, checking all downstairs, leaving only the upstairs to check. But when he finally found his friend, he honestly wished he didn't. There Boris was, bound to a metal table, his chest cut open, revealing his ribs and unmoving organs. It was disturbing, and sent Bendy into a panick as he tried to pry the binds off. But Joey stopped him, saying that Boris was just sick and that he was going to fix him.

        A part of Bendy knew that he was lying, another wanted to believe it, and there was still the hope that Boris wasn't dead, that he was sick, and just needed time to heal. Bendy let out a choked sob, covering his mouth once again to muffle his voice, oh this was horrible, it truly was. Usually he was all fun, games, and mischief, but now, when he was really seeing how life was. He broke. Joey broke him. However, he grew silent, hearing the sounds of one sided shouting from upstairs, it was a bit muffled, since it was one floor above, but he could hear Joey shouting. What was going on? Bendy sat up, turning his ear to the ceiling, trying to tune into the conversation. "...You can't... not giving him...!" There was a pause, possibly from another person that Bendy couldn't hear, "What?!... he cares... you can't expect me...!" Ugh, this wasn't helping at all! Standing up, Bendy wiped away the tears in his eyes, allowing them to soak back into his body as he carefully walked across the room, trying to be as quiet as he could, which was almost impossible with the squeaky floors. But he could still hear Joey shouting, well, he was probably talking loud now, because all Bendy could hear was his muffled speech, and periods of silence. Bendy stared at the stairs leading to the next floor, a frown on his face, he really didn't want to go back up there, but, he was curious. He wanted to know who Joey was talking to. Slowly making his way upstairs, Bendy shook, his knees quaked, and he felt his heart drop to his stomach. It took everything he had to not turn and run back downstairs. Swallowing he lump in his throat, Bendy could hear the conversation clearly now that he stood at the corner of the hall leading towards the Ink Machine, and the room where Boris was. "Like I said, (Y/N), I'm not giving Boris to you, even if you'll bring him back! It will crush Bendy's heart knowing he won't be able to see Boris again!"

        There was a hum of acknowledgement, and Bendy took the risk to take a quick peak as to who Joey was talking to. It was a woman, seated in a chair by Boris' body, wearing a long black dress that even Bendy would admit looked quite ravishing. She had (H/C) colored hair that stopped to her shoulders, and (E/C) eyes that showed her annoyance and boredom, her skin was a very pale (S/C) color, and Bendy wondered for a moment as to why, until the woman's eyes locked with his own, making him quickly hide behind the the wall once again. She saw him! Oh goodness, he didn't know if that was a good or bad thing! "I'm just saying Joey, I can bring Boris back to life here, the only thing is that he would have to come with me. But what else are you willing to offer that I might agree upon? You can't offer me your soul, I already have it." Bendy froze, this woman, (Y/N), was going to bring Boris back to life? But... she was going to take Boris away if she did. Thank goodness Joey wasn't going to allow that. "I-..." Joey started, but he began to think, he didn't have anything to offer that you would want. "I don't have anything..." He hung his head in defeat, and (Y/N) frowned, "You've wasted my time Joey, my offer still stands. Would you rather know that your creation died because of your mistake, or would you rather have it continue to live, fine and dandy, but be separated?" Bendy shook, he didn't want Boris to be taken! But he didn't want him to be dead either! Joey thought for a moment, but a solemn look came across his face, "I still can't do that..." he whispered, but Bendy was still able to pick it up, his own frown deepening as tears formed in his eyes. (Y/N) shook her head, "Joey, since you refused to my offer, it is a part of my job to take Boris to the afterlife fully." She stood up, walking over to Boris' body that was still bound to the metal table. But she paused as Bendy came running down the hall and stopping in the room.