✔️Ink Bendy x Reader - Alone Within the Ink #Wattys2019

Strange Interactions

10/23/17, Edited 7/25/19

One beat. Two beats. Three beats. You opened your eyes upon hearing the faint sound of music. Rubbing your eyes and sitting up straight, you listened to the soft, staticky music that echoed into your room and tried to identify the song. It sounded like the one you listened to those thirty years ago; it had been your favorite song! And, funny thing, it was Boris's favorite song also!

You quietly climbed out of bed and tiptoed stealthily across the floor over to the door. You were surprised to see that there was no longer any ink staining the door, but you were astounded to see light pouring through the tiny keyhole which, since being so small, you never knew existed.

Kneeling, you put your dominant eye up to the keyhole and peeped out. On the other side, you saw an all-too-familiar room. It was the lounge! This is one of the few places that the crew would come to relax, eat, hang out, discuss, and do whatever else they ever wanted to do.

You were about to retreat back to bed when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You were starving, you needed food! You hesitantly looked at the doorknob. "Should I?" You whispered, almost inaudible. Well, you got this far without Bendy showing up. Maybe he wasn't around? After all, if you could, you would much rather get the food yourself than have it be brought by Bendy later. Earlier was....awkward, to say the least.

You softly grabbed the doorknob and gave a slight turn, surprised to find it unlocked. Suspicious.... You opened the door with ease, simply lucky that it had been freshly oiled and didn't make a single creak. You didn't bother to close the door in case you needed to make a hasty getaway.

You turned to your left, meeting the kitchen. That room had the light source, and it was also where the radio was playing from. You quietly hustled to the wall and crept alongside it, peeking around the corner.

It didn't take long at all before you rested your eyes on Bendy. He was gathering spoons and bowls and pots. You carefully watched his every move. Obviously, he was making food. And in the case it was to be for you, you wanted to see whether or not he truly had good intentions.

One by one, he put everything in. The soup from the can, a few vegetables, and a seasoning. That was it! Nothing else went into the pot! You watched him cook and stir the soup, surprised that he didn't do anything to it. He had literally been giving you food out of kindness that morning! And you had refused! Now you know why you had felt guilty....

Bendy quickly finished the soup and poured half the serving into one bowl, and the other half into another one. Seeing as how he was almost done, you decided to head back to your room. But of course, before you could even move an inch, your stomach decided to let its voice to be heard for all to hear.

Your heart dropped all the way down to your stomach when you saw Bendy immediately direct his attention to you. "He better not be mad!" You internally prayed to yourself. "Please don't be mad!"

He stared you down for a few seconds before turning to pick up the soup bowls. He placed one at one end of the table, and the other bowl at the opposite side. He pulled out a chair for you and took his seat. Of course, he put yours at the far end on purpose so that you had to walk past him.

You cautiously crept past him, fully eyeing him. He honestly was creeping you out. His eternal smile beaming in his face as he slowly, yet fluidly, kept turning his head to face you. He carefully watched you as you made your way to the bowl. You thought you were going to puke, for you felt so unbelievably nervous.

You grabbed your spoon and lifted a small spoonful. You glared at Bendy with suspicion. Something just felt off, but you didn't know what. You didn't expect Bendy to react, so you were undoubtedly surprised to see him interlock his hands, as if he were praying, in attempt of begging you to eat his soup. That didn't help his case at all.

You scrunched up your nose in frustration, trying to figure out what Bendy was thinking. Picking up the bowl, you quickly left the room. However, something compelled you to look back. Doing so without hesitation, you saw him still sitting there, staring directly in front of him with his hands still intertwined as if you were still standing at your chair. But what really shocked you was when he unfolded his hands, lowered his head, and buried his inky face in his hands. You didn't know why, but you were picking up a depressing vibe from Bendy.

Swallowing your own guilt, you retreated back into your dim room. You closed the door then sat on your bed with the warm bowl in hand. You took a whiff, and it smelled absolutely delicious. And this time, you were actually able to eat it!

Now that Bendy wasn't watching, you were able to gulp down the entire bowl without worrying about him seeing you as rude or impulsive. Not that you would've really cared. He probably wouldn't have cared either. He probably would've just kept staring at you with his wicked smile.

You finished the soup with a small hiccup, and sighed in content. Your stomach was totally satisfied now! It didn't even hurt anymore! The pain was gone, and it was about time too. But in all seriousness, your stomach could've gotten you into some deep trouble. If Bendy had been mad, who knows what would've happened.

You went to place the bowl on the table when you felt something odd. There was something stuck to the bottom of the bowl! You pulled it off to reveal a sticky note. You placed the bowl onto the nightstand and looked at the sticky note. On it, written in ink, was a smiley face. It was kind of big and blotchy, so you figured he probably drew it with his own finger. You were so conflicted at this point.

Bendy was a monster! But he also wasn't. He was dangerous! But he also wasn't. He was scary! Well, he simply was. It was all in that strange smile of his.

But he was contradicting everything you had once thought. He seemed so menacing and evil, but he actually seemed kind and compassionate. Was he safe? You didn't know yet, but you couldn't help but feel that he wouldn't hurt you.

All of this thinking began to hurt your still recovering head, so you decided to lie down and take a small nap.

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A short while after you had fallen asleep, your door crept open. A shadow loomed over your sleeping form from the doorway. In it stood none other than Bendy. He slowly walked over to your nightstand, trying not to make a noise as he didn't want to wake you.

He looked at you for a few seconds before grabbing your empty bowl. He saw his sticky note resting on the table and, right next to it, placed a bright red rose of the freshest quality. He even made sure to wrap a few napkins around the stem to make sure he didn't get a single drop of ink on it! However, he did, of course, remove them before leaving.

When he got back to your door, he looked back at you one last time. Although you were sleeping and he knew you wouldn't see him, he couldn't help but give you a small wave before exiting the room, quietly closing the door behind him.