Bendy x Reader

Ch. 2 Well, I'm Stuck

Bendy x reader ch. 2

a/n: No lemon

You shakily get up and off the ground, dusting the back of your pants, your formerly black pants, turning grey from all the dust. You sneeze a few times because really, this place is no paradise for your nose. After what seemed to be your last sneeze, for now, you can finally look around, although the fact of the matter was that it was already night and you could only make out the shadows of some desks and maybe pillars in the distance. Shaking yourself out of the shock and trauma of running away, you desperately look for your phone in your small backpack, and with a sigh of relief you take it out and turn on the flashlight. To your dismay, you find that your phone isn't at the best percentage, being at 56%, but decided against using your extra battery just in case you need to stay the night. When you look up from your phone you gasp as to your delight you see that the building is an abandoned animator's studio. You've always had an affinity to cartoons and the effort put into the old and new, but this was just mind-blowing to you as you had never been anywhere near as important before unless you count working at a rundown diner important. No, this is what you've always wanted to do, to make people smile and laugh at something you made, to give a message of peace and laughter, an escape from the constant turmoil of everyday life, or to drown out the screams and pain outside the windows. 

Suddenly some gears began turning to make an awful screeching sound as they start which made you jump in fear. You turn to see what exactly is making that sound when you also find out the name of the studio you're in,  Joey Drew Studios, neat. You honestly have no idea what or who that is, so you shrug and go to one of the desks, seeing a character you vaguely remember, Bongo, Boingy, B-Bendy? That sounds right. You move your flashlight around the desk and see the character's name, Bendy, score, you knew it.

(a/n: you didn't see the posters in front of the door because it was dark and you were in shock... )

You slowly walk to the other side of the room to find another desk with similar drawings, as would be expected from an animation studio, so you continue to look around, but from the door, you need to decide whether to go left or right, and you pause to think for a moment how people who are stressed tend to go left, so you decide to go right, which is where you find yourself in another fork, and you try the door, but it won't open. Whatever, you go the other way and find black dripping writing on the wall saying, DREAMS COME TRUE, but looking at it you weren't convinced that was true. No, you thought more along the lines of this being a rather cheap company and that was the best they could offer in boosting the company morale. You disappointingly shake your head and continue exploring, trying to open each door as you make your way down the corridor, for some reason these areas weren't as dusty as where you came in. Though the floorboards did tend to creak more often and louder than before, not helping your anxiety at all. When you meet the end you see a chalkboard with weird information on it that seemed unreal, so you ignore it and gallantly hop over the pipe in your way, Nah, you just stepped over it. What you saw made you gasp again, it was huge, much bigger than any room you thought this building could hold, and you could slightly make out chains in the distance, turning you found a lever, but it was out of batteries, and you knew your battery could never power something like this... whatever it was. When you turned to look the other way you nearly smacked yourself for not noticing two batteries that would fit perfectly into the device. Quickly you grabbed both of them, inserted them, and pulled the lever. The ground began to shake, the lights flickered on and you put your phone away in your pocket (a/n: remember that).  There it was, a giant machine, the ink machine. You weren't sure why, but you had a powerful urge to turn it on, though every instinct in your body told you otherwise. You wanted to play it safe and decided to turn back and head straight for the door until you noticed the shutters have opened and thought that looking around couldn't hurt, right? Carefully you peeked around the right corner, finding a Bendy cutout leaning against the wall, that's fine, this is a studio after all. Turning the corner and walking past the desk a plank fall to the floor making you jump and sigh as you realize just how nervous you are and no real reason to be, that thought lasted just one moment before you turned your head left at the fork in the hall. A giant and very very dead thing was strapped to a table. Their ribs wide open to look inside, something you weren't comfortable with doing. They weren't human though, at least you thought they weren't as their face seemed to resemble a dog or wolf, in a cartoonish way.  This was definitely a red flag for you and you made your way back to the door, not running, but not walking all while cursing under your breath.  When you made it back to the door, it wouldn't open, you struggled and used all your strength, so much so you began to tear up, but you wouldn't allow yourself to cry. You screamed out in anger, fear, panic, and in some small part in hopes that someone might just come to your rescue, but you knew that screams in the night were not uncommon in your neighborhood and the likelihood of getting any help was slim. You didn't give up just yet though, you remembered the toolbox, maybe just maybe there was a screwdriver. You ran to the toolbox in front of the ink machine and another more intense feeling to turn it on washed over you and this time you didn't fight it as you searched past back where the shutter had opened, finding a room with a switch, pedestals, and pictures above them. You didn't like this one bit, though you figured in order to activate the switch, you need to place the objects on the pedestal, which makes a lot of sense. When you exited the room to find a cardboard Bendy staring at you and you gently place a hand on their head, making sure it wouldn't move and giving you the assurance that it was in fact made of cardboard. Searching through the rooms you found everything except the book. While searching throughout the rooms you felt a tug, a pull to move downstairs, and whispers you couldn't quite make out, unnerving you as you carefully went down the stairs to see the book lying on the table. Looking around the room you also see a dartboard and shrug.

"I suppose I have all the time in the world right now, and I am definitely not letting myself fall asleep." You say as a matter of fact while picking up the darts and playing for who knows how long, you do. You checked your phone and it was just past 2:30 in the morning, you really knew how to distract yourself, just a few more hours before you can scream for help and actually get some. You sighed and sat in the chair, leaning back in it and accidentally falling over, "Ouch!" You exclaim, but not loud enough to ignore the distant low and quiet laughing. Shaking your head you explain the sounds you heard as a trick of the mind.

"Guess I'll just go and place this book on the pedestal." You say out loud in hopes of hearing some kind of response, a sign, but nothing was heard. Off you go, placing the book in its place all the pedestals click in position, now the ink flow and the switch. How did you know that? You dismiss your thoughts and instincts to go turn on the ink flow. The projector clicks on when you arrive in the doorway, making you stumble backward. "Heh, must've turned on with the extra juice," you say trying to reason with yourself as you turn the ink flow one of the pipe bursts and you struggle to get away from the mess, surely making your pants black once again. You run to the switch, hoping that will in some way end this nightmare, but instead of waking up, you hear mysterious sounds coming from where the ink machine was.

"Who are you?"