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cult guy

i'll do my best to link posts and tag the right warnings and all but I can't say that everything will be linked until everything is posted (and i also don't know how yet

Oh…wow you were sore. The rough wood behind you wasn’t a five-star bed by any means, plus you were tied up. Groggily, you slowly lifted your head to look around the room…only to notice that you were most definitely not in the room that Henry gets sacrificed in.

Glancing around as much as you were able, you saw a cot against the opposite wall…where the prophet sat, watching you intently (or maybe he was snoozing. You weren’t gonna judge).

“So, bed first, or is dinner an option?” You asked with a chuckle. “Didn’t think you got that attached to your sheep.”

“I knew you were a curious one,” he groaned. “Do not speak of your prophet in such ways, sheep.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Or what? You’ll find a way to shut me up?”

“What are you? A witch? A wicked wolf trying to desecrate my flock?”

“That doesn’t sound half bad not gonna lie. I was getting bored. Too bad I didn’t think of that.”

The prophet got up and crossed the room to you. “I have no qualms with gifting you to our savior. But my flock has been listening. You say you’re from another life. So you will answer my questions.”

You…had read way too many fanfictions. “Oh, and you’ll leave my friend to die. Tough decision…no.” You said, turning your head with a ‘humph’ for emphasis.

“You think I’m truly so desperate for answers?” He almost laughed. Wow, it kind of reminded you of your job.

“You think you’re the first person to threaten me?”

“You must be sorely mistaken if you think this is me threatening you.”

“All in the body language mister. Where’s…oh shoot what’s his name..” you trailed off grumbling, you had just met the guy!

The prophet… well he’d probably not think of the whole memory leaves when you cross a threshold.

“It appears we’re too late. You’ve already been infected with the ink. Not to worry, little sheep. I can take care of you.”

You shook your head. “Nope! Crossed a threshold and my brain forgot. Plus you did knock me out. That does not mix! Did you even consider the possibility of amnesia? At which point just say goodbye to getting answers by the way.”

“How do you know?”

“That’s not relevant. What do you want me to tell you?”

“I want to know if the lord accepts my offering. If my promises have been for naught.”

You gulped and made a choked laugh. “I…I mean you sure? Did you…I don’t know. Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You jumped, cringing away from him as he shouted. “I must know. Tell me everything. If you leave anything out…I’m going to take your heart for myself.”

Because of your intense avoidance of being dead, the truth was shared…mostly. You left out minor details; like the life you led before coming to the studio.

“Thank you, little sheep,” he said though it was a lot more subdued. Guess he was in shock that his sacrifice wouldn’t work.

“But it’s time to sleep,” he finished, knocking you out with another blow to the head.

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This was odd. Normally after getting knocked out by Sammy, he got a religious monologue he’d started dozing off too. But this time he was just alone.

“Is…oh, shoot!” He wiggled his hands around, trying to find the knot in the ropes. He wasn’t alone in this loop. Where was that kid? “Hang on kid…I’ll get to you as soon as possible.”

But the ropes were tight; as usual. It would be a while before he could find the knot. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too late.

“You knocked me out again?! Does the phrase ‘brain trauma’ mean absolutely nothing for you?!”

That was you. Well, enough to banter. He chuckled, wondering what the prophet had done to get you so riled up.

“Merely so you wouldn’t struggle, goat. Stop struggling or things will become so much worse.”

“Oh, so I’m a goat now? What happened to you calling me a lamb?”

“You’re as stubborn as one,” the prophet hissed, and Henry did his best to cover a snicker with a cough as the prophet led you in, wrists bound with ropes.

You said nothing but glared at the prophet as he tied the rope to your wrists to another pillar in the room.

As soon as he stepped away from you, though, you relaxed your arms- Henry wasn't sure how the prophet hadn’t even noticed that- and the ropes tying your wrists together were easier to slip out of.

“Could you not have waited until I at least stepped out of the room?”

“No, I didn’t feel like it. Are you gonna sacrifice me now?”

“Are you so eager to let me die?”

“Can…sorry for interrupting, but what’s going on with you two?”

You glanced at Henry and shrugged. “This loser threatened me if I didn’t tell him the truth so I did.”

“Oh. Makes sense,” Henry chuckled. “So what’s the game plan here?”

“Well, not dying would be great. I’d love to do that.”

Henry laughed and agreed.

“That is not something you can decide, sheep. I will sacrifice you to the ink demon.”

“Hush, hush. The adults are talking.”

“I’m older than you!”

You blew a raspberry in his direction and went to untie Henry. “Doesn’t matter, I’m the one being reasonable. Now then, Henry and I will be out of your hair momentarily. You could come if the prospect of not dying appeals to you.”

“I am going to worship my Lord. However…if you can do something miraculous I will be watching.”

You nodded, and though you’d given up on trying to untie Henry, there was an ax available. So you cut away at the remaining ropes with Henry’s ax.

“Thanks, kiddo. That was way better than almost getting sacrificed,” Henry chuckled. “So are we ready to go?”

You nodded and gave Henry back his weapon when he was able to grab it. “Yup, let’s get out of here.”

The prophet glared daggers into your soul, despite the mask he was wearing. “And I am to let two wolves in sheep’s clothing terrorize my flock?”

You pulled the hood of your hoodie over your head, the antenna dripping ink still. “Life’s no fun without a good scare now and then!”

The two of them tilted their heads at what you said, and you were down for the count because of their synchronization.

No, you were just unable to breathe. Holding your stomach, you could only release giggle after giggle, crying from the utter ridiculousness of the situation.

“Don’t die on me, kid!” Henry said, kneeling by your side in a flash. “What’s got you laughing so hard?”

You stopped laughing long enough to look at him and respond with “Nothing, nothing at all,” before going right back into a fit of giggles.

“…the sheep is not well. Why do you insist on pressing onward?” The prophet inquired.

“M’ fine!” You waved. “Just stupid fit.”

“I’m looking for a friend. You can come with us or just hang out here,” Henry shrugged. When Sammy refused, he turned to you, offered a hand, and said, “Well, kiddo, need me to help you up?”

You nodded furiously, not trusting your voice. Grabbing Henry’s outstretched hand, he pulled you to your feet.

“Okay, let’s not have a repeat of that. I can see why you said you were nervous about meeting Sammy,” he chuckled.

You did too but paused when you realized that Henry said the prophet’s name. Of course, you forgot that detail.

“Sammy? There is no Sammy here,” the prophet said. “Now, I’ll allow you to leave with your souls intact. But touch one member of my flock with that ax at your peril.”

He meant the threat. Most of your mind was rational enough to be terrified, while the other insane portion of you just thought it was better than being asked to get a manager over items that were out of stock.

“How can we know they won’t attack us?”

“They’re not that fast.”

…You looked at Henry, asking him telepathically (or trying to) if you could throw the ax at him.

“So, more cardio. It’ll be tougher, but…we’ll do our best,” he nodded, waving to the prophet, yet the gesture was ignored.

The prophet stepped into a different room and opened a hallway door. During typical gameplay, Bendy would have been chasing you like you just ate the last cookie, but not today.

With Henry leading the way, the two of you made your way further into the cursed studio.

#sammy is a prophet #and hes very grumpy #reader does not help this; henry is just tired #batim story #chapter three of long story #i'll figure out linking posts one day #reader is chaotic #mentions of potential violence #threatening people to not hurt the ones you protect

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inkypipedreams · 2 years ago

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chapter 2 of not today bendy

“Hey kid, slow down. What are you saying?”

This was…well, at one point you determined that such an occurrence would have been straight out of a dream…back when you didn’t have a job or bills that needed paying.

Now you were certain that you’d come back homeless and without a job. Goosebumps spread down your arms like a rash just to think of it.

“Listen, this may be a lot to take in…but I know what’s going on.”

Henry pinched his nose, inhaling through his mouth. You had to hand it to the guy; he was taking this better than you were. The two of you hung out in the employee’s break room, with Henry taking a seat at one of the tables and you leaning against a wall.

“So...I’m a character in a video game. And you can only play through one loop?”

“That’s right. Um, there’s a lot of theories…and I’m sorry, did you just say one loop?”

He laughed, though there was no mirth behind it. “Thought you said you knew everything.”

Frowning, you decided to throw darts to think. “Well, I kind of do. I know what to expect and what happens in this place. Back when I was really into this place, I’d develop the craziest theories about why you couldn’t leave,” you rambled, aimlessly throwing darts somewhat near the target. “Time loops were considered, but I think I moved on before seeing all of those theories.”

“Okay, so you’re in over your head and are terrible at darts. Anything else I should know?”

“Nobody’s died as a result of my dart game! That’s something.” “...You managed to hit everything in that area except for the target.”

You rolled your eyes but took the darts out of the wall as you were supposed to. “Maybe I need to imagine hitting someone I despise…” you muttered. “That helped me with golf.”

“Well, I hope you’ve got that figured out because we have to go. Since you know a lot about this place, want to split up to get the items?” Diving across the room, you got to Joey Drew’s book before Henry could go for it. “Let’s make it a competition then!” You challenged him. “I’ve already gotten ahead of you old man!”

“Call me an old man, will you?” Henry laughed, racing to get to the stairs. “I know this place like the back of my hand!”

You scrambled after him, but even with your temporary lead, Henry overtook you quickly. You both knew exactly what this was going to do…but you were never one to simply lie quietly. Why not have some fun, at least for the time being?

“Hey, kid. Are you sure you want to go through this with me? I mean…that hoodie looks nice. Wouldn’t want it to get ruined.”

This only got a shrug. “If it gets ink on it, and I can’t get it out, I’ll find a way to make it look cute. Besides, I’m trapped here now, remember?”

...that only weakened your resolve. You didn’t belong in this world, not to mention the studio. Had Joey planned this? Was Billie in on it? Was there a way back home?

“Oh...Oh no. Henry, if I can’t go back home I’m going to just…take a walk. In the snow.”

“That’s not going to happen, because you’ll get home. I’m going to get everyone out, and now you fall under that category. Come on, kiddo. Let’s go meet a series of bad life decisions together, alright?”

You bit back a groan. “This isn’t going to be fun…at all.”

“Not with that attitude!” He said cheerfully. “Come on, let’s get it over with.” Now praying that Henry wouldn’t start becoming more like a father figure than he was already (you didn’t want him to spout all the good dad jokes before you did), there was nothing else for you to do. “Can I check the door? I want to make sure I can’t go back first. You know, spare the trouble?”

He nodded. “No need to ask me. Go ahead! If it works…well, it was nice to meet you.”

“Oh no! I would never…okay maybe. I’ll be right back!” You said, jogging to the exit. Henry watched until you were out of view before going to meet Bendy…and starting the worst or best cardio workout ever. “Alright, front door time..” you sighed, rubbing the palms of your hand on your shirt. “Let’s see if this works.”

The wood groaned beneath your feet, but it was an old building, and you were supposed to fall so…you thought nothing of it. That is until heavy footsteps came closer and closer. The ink suddenly flooding the corridor gave you enough answers, but Henry was still maybe three feet away when the flooring gave out.

“Henry you son of a guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!” You screeched, flailing in the air as you fell.

But the fall…didn’t kill you. It should have. You weren’t involved in any of this. But…well, guess this now confirmed it. You wouldn’t have been that mad about it if you had been able to keep the hoodie somewhat clean. As it was, you probably needed a new one as soon as possible. “Hey Henry!” you shouted. “You got two seconds to jump or I’m draining the ink and letting you take the consequences that would follow. I mean it!”

Just to emphasize your point, you sloshed as loudly as possible to the valve in the room.

Just as good that you did, for not a moment later did a splash sound out. “Wait let’s..let’s not do that.”

You rolled your eyes and turned the valve. “Well, if you hadn’t gone to see the demon without me, I wouldn’t have considered such a threat.”

“Well, do you know what’s next?”

Of course. Sammy. “Don’t…don’t remind me. I am not looking forward to it.”

“You could always wait in a miracle station. I don’t mind coming back for you.”

…Well, you have to be honest eventually.

“No, I’ll be fine. I just have…the worst sense of humor. Like…well, you’re gonna see eventually,” you shrugged. “It’s my defense mechanism.”

“It’s not…bad? Well, let’s go meet the prophet then. Whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded, starting to go for a fist bump only to realize that it hadn’t been invented yet. So a handshake instead. “I was born ready.”

“I don’t know what I did to warrant a punch but thank you for a handshake instead,” he laughed.

“One of these days, I’m gonna show you a pretty nifty invention. It’s gonna blow your mind.”

“I’m trapped in a time loop with ink monsters trying to kill me. But hey, maybe the invention is…a…giant…fan.”

“Oh come on! What would someone even do with that?”

He shrugged, picking up a couple of cans of bacon soup. “Maybe you could pretend to fly.”

“Would be safer than jumping off the Eiffel Tower in a faulty parachute.”

“Yeah…it would. Oh, look! We’re in the music room. Let’s get you a weapon and let’s get some soup!” Unless you felt like pelting enemies with soup cans…there weren’t a lot of options to choose from. “You think I could find a piece of wood somewhere?” You asked.

It took far longer than expected; you hadn’t realized how hard it was to find a piece of wood that Henry declared safe for you to use. Splinters would not be fun down here.

“Alright, are we done with our makeup? Come on, let’s get ready to go.”

“We’re getting there, no worries. Just had to make sure you were prepared.”

Now that you were armed, making it to the music room was a…creepy stroll in the studio.

“Okay, so how should we do this?” You asked. “Can you still run after the demon?” He shrugged but went to the projector room. “Pretty sure this whole thing counts as a workout for me at this point. You know the order?”

Of course. You’d gone over it many times. Though the audio log changed each time- probably to keep players on their toes- you and Henry had listened to this one…a lot. “Violin, drum, piano, trumpet, cello. I’ll be quick.”

So off you went, Henry up the stairs and you to the pit. As soon as the projector started rolling, you played the instruments and hoped Henry would make it.

He clambered down the stairs like a bat out of hell, arriving just as you played the final instrument, despite cringing at the horrid shriek.

“It’s not so bad, I suppose,” you told Henry as the door opened. “Perhaps one day, people will adore shrieking violins.” “That would be a truly tone-deaf world.”

You shrugged in a “you’d be surprised” kind of way and continued walking. “So…when does mister music director, not cult leader show up?” “Sheep…Sheep…it’s time for sleep.”

‘Aha! I summoned him!’ you thought even as darkness overtook you. At least you got a laugh.

#slowly getting more chapters here i promise #i have ten chapters completed now so there's gonna be a lot of posts #not to mention the ship oneshots i have and other things

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inkypipedreams · 2 years ago

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I- this is the cutest thing I've seen all day

No No No! 🙀 Don’t take your hands. I feel so comfy. 💕🐊

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inkypipedreams · 2 years ago

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An alternate route...

so uh back when I was writing chapter five, I realized very quickly how different things could have turned out. spoiler bc things do get a little spicy up in here, but because I don't want to write that kind of stuff, it's only referenced/implied. Sammy x GN! Reader

Ever since your dream, Sammy had been very different in his behavior toward you. He’d gone out of his way to make sure you didn’t have to walk very long in the ink and at times like this, would just pick you up and carry you throughout different parts of the studio.

That didn’t mean you liked it, however, and it usually involved a fair amount of protest on your part.

In this instance, he hadn’t even said anything as a warning. The two of you split up from Henry, so you couldn’t ask the animator for help. At one point to keep you from yelling his ear off, he covered your mouth.

This only made you struggle more until finally the two of you ended up in a miracle station. Only then did the prophet uncover your mouth, pointing silently to the door.

The excess ink coating the walls and ceiling…the grumbling and growling…yeah, you’d played the game enough times to know when the Ink Demon was near. The miracle station was cramped with the two of you occupying it, but you’d much rather take this than risk being caught outside with the ink demon.

Being trapped in the studio with the Ink Demon was so much worse than behind a screen. In some way, it reminded you of the alien from Alien Isolation. Sammy’s arm around your waist tightened, and it wasn’t until the hallways no longer showed the signs of the demon’s presence that he relaxed.

“How is your new….gadget going to be helpful?” Sammy asked. “I mean, it’s surely an upgrade from last time, but still…”

You didn’t have an answer for him but took the gadget in question out of your hoodie pocket.

“Beats me,” you shrugged. “Who knows how good a music player could be here.”

“A music player?” Sammy said excitedly. “Seer, your world is so fascinating!”

“Glad you think so, because I’m getting out and we’re not playing this thing if I can help it,” you said, pushing the door. Though, it wouldn’t budge. “Uh…Sammy? Why won’t this door open?”

In the miracle booth’s cramped quarters, you were already in an embarrassing position. Sammy was pressed against the back wall for you to have space, and you were bending backward into him so that you wouldn’t accidentally open the door. Not to mention how you had to stand to not fall over.

“Oh…dear little Seer. Are we stuck in here?” He chuckled, reaching past you to push on the door. However, this was one of the rare moments where the doors decided that they were old and didn’t want to open (at least it had happened once you got in the booth). Up to this point, the two of you had tried to give each other at least a small semblance of space, but now Sammy had to brace himself against the stubborn door just to keep from flattening you against it. As a result, his mask bumped into your forehead.

“Uh…Sammy, can we call for Henry to maybe come and get the door from the other side?” You chuckled nervously, trying to forget why Sammy ended up being the character you liked the most.

“Why are you, nervous Seer?” He asked, cupping your chin. “There is no danger that I cannot protect you from.”

Now he was more leaning towards you, and you only hoped the door held enough for you to not fall flat on your back. “Well…uh, it’s a little um…crowded! Crowded in here.”

“Oh? And do you not do well in crowded spaces, Seer?”

You shook your head, doing your best to steel your nerves. Ignore the proximity and the fact that Sammy was gifted with a voice as rich as velvet.

“Your humble prophet does not read minds, Seer. Have your words left you?”

“No! No, just uh,” you laughed awkwardly. “You’re just uh…really close.”

The prophet adjusted his body to not lean against you so much; however to do so he had to brace one leg against the door; this leg had to slip between your own. The unexpected friction caused you to gasp, and the pieces fell into place for Sammy.

“Oh my…does this excite you, little Seer?” Sammy teased, his voice hitting that honey-rich and sultry tone that made your knees weak.

“That’s…that’s not fair!” You whined, flushed with how it had come out. “How come you aren’t so affected?”

“Oh, on the contrary dear Seer,” Sammy chuckled. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your mind practically stopped, was Sammy teasing you? His mask bumped against your shoulder as he leaned closer to you.

“Moments like these are hard to come by, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your breath came out as a shudder when he gently began planting gentle kisses along your neck. “What’s your…” your train of thought was interrupted as you bit back a sudden gasp as the prophet continued to demonstrate just what you’d been doing to him. "Mm...perhaps a practical demonstration would have to do, hmm!?"

#oh what have i written #batim #reader x sammy lawrence #ink demon plays matchmaker #he made sure the door got stuck #implied ink demon #implied alice angel

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inkypipedreams · 2 years ago

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Y/N: do you guys even know my actual name?

Sammy: Of course!

Jack: *nods*

Henry: Yes!

Alice: Mhm.

Y/N: Okay, then what is it?

Sammy: Seer

Jack: *points to sammy and nods in agreement.*

Henry: Kiddo

Alice: Moth.

Y/N: *facepalms*

#incorrect quotes #batim incorrect quotes #ft y/n #i have a few of these lol

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inkypipedreams · 2 years ago

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Not Today, Bendy! notes: moving the chapters from my main blog to this one!

“Where is your manager? I demand compensation for the way you’ve been treating me!”

Oh. The 50-something (Karen) was still going. You perked an eyebrow when you saw the clock; ten minutes now. She must have set the record. You didn’t even remember what the issue was anymore. “Is this why they hired you? Because you were too slow to understand normal people? Huh? Go get me your manager, freak! I’m going to sue this place!” This was too good. With only 15 minutes left of your shift and no line in sight, you almost laughed outright as her accusations and threats became more ludicrous. “Sorry, ma’am. Our manager is currently working with a new member of staff. Would you like to call back later?” She grabbed at your shirt or tried to. You were shielded behind a shelf and cash register, so she only grabbed a couple of water cups. “Get them to me, NOW. The owners are close friends of mine and I could get this place closed!”

“Alright, alright ma’am. I’ll get the manager. Give me one moment,” you said through a forced smile. Your shift was moments away from ending, anyways. Just as you had said, your manager was helping get the newbie, hired to be a cook, set up, and ready to go. They were not happy when you came back to inform them of a wild Karen.

“Seriously, Y/N? How long have you been stalling this time? You know it doesn’t reflect well on us when they get home and write yelp reviews,” they groaned. This scene was familiar to both of you; when things were slow like today had been, you were not exactly accommodating when dealing with wild Karens.

You just shrugged as you took off your hat and apron. “I was bored. We’re so empty lately, and clearly, the poor lady had to get something out of her system. Hey, she broke the record too. 11 minutes and she tried to grab me.”

“This is a sport for you,” your manager sighed, but you knew they were impressed. Before you came, there was hardly anyone in this shop who could hold against a rude customer and even made sport of it.

“Yeah, you know it! Now my shift’s done for the day, so I’m outta here!” You turned to leave the shop, only faintly hearing the response- “Stop quoting that game!” as you left.

The moment you stepped outside, you held a hand to your mouth to cover the laughs. Early in your job, you determined that no matter what happened, you would laugh at the customers that came your way. But nobody had tried grabbing you before. It was…well, could that be something one could be charged with?

‘Come on…let’s just go home…’ you thought, grumbling slightly. As per the rules of the establishment, you couldn’t park too close to the entrance, but your work was large enough to warrant a larger parking lot. Thus, you had quite a lot of walking to do before making it to your car. The breeze was cool, which you were more than grateful for; at this time of year every cool day was priceless.

But…something felt off about today. Maybe you were just being paranoid, but you felt eyes on you the whole walk to your car. But it was bound to happen; it wasn’t like you had just closed. Once in your car, you opened up your music and decided to play roulette with your songs; shuffling everything in your library.

It eased your mind off the moment of paranoia you’d had earlier, and cheered your mood significantly. “Oh? Hey, a garage sale!” You exclaimed, hastily checking if you could park near the sale you’d found. The job you had wasn’t enough to get nearly everything you wanted, but you learned to find hidden gems in garage sales. “Welcome! Are you looking for something in particular?” The homeowner greeted you. “Nah, but I’ll let you know. Thanks!” You waved, immediately finding a box with old cassette tapes and video games.

You heard footsteps approaching, but didn’t turn to look. “You’re not gonna find anything overly rare in there. Sorry to disappoint.”

“I wasn’t looking for something rare…but if you have something rare, I’d love to see it!” You said, still thumbing through the box.

“Alright. By the way, what’s your name? I think I’ve seen you at that fancy chain restaurant down the road.”

“It’s y/n,” you said with a grin. “What about you? Otherwise, I’ll just call you my game dealer.”

They laughed heartily, wiping tears away with the sleeves of their hoodie. “You can call me Billie. Yeah, my mom liked vintage names, so…” She shrugged sheepishly, but you waved it off.

“No worries. I think it’s cool. Like, the name sounds like it could come from my favorite game, so that’s cool.”

“Ah, right! What game is it? I’m sure I can find something interesting for you,” Billie beamed.

You smiled sheepishly. Despite the years- the cosplays, art, and stories that you somehow convinced yourself not to destroy-there were always a little embarrassment.

“Bendy and the Ink Machine. It’s been a favorite of mine for years, and I adore the style.”

She nodded in understanding. “I have just the game for you then. Don’t worry, I’ll only ask for ten dollars in exchange.”

Of course, the offer appeared to be..well, a little too good to be true. Especially when what you had purchased turned out to be a typical disc, in a casing that was stripped of the iconic cover and instead covered in child’s sprawl. “My Best Friend Bendy,” the cover said, though it was debatable due to the nearly unintelligible scrawl.

Though you had already agreed to this, the disc heightened your sense of paranoia from earlier, and nothing you did would shake it.

The only thing you were able to focus on was getting to your apartment without ending up on the front page. And, once you did, the first thing you decided to do was insert the suspicious disc into the slot on your PC.

“Ah…dang it!” You cried out, as the apartment plunged into darkness. “What the..what even happened to the lights?!”

You’d paid all the bills in time, right? There was absolutely no way that you’d miss something as important as the electric bill. Right?

“Okay…everything’s okay y/n. Just..relax…and get some sleep,” you told yourself. Still, your paranoia came back with full force, and you counted every lucky star you had that you carried a little moth buddy. What had started as a joke now gave you comfort in times like this.

…Apparently.

But the lights didn’t come back. You could have sworn that at least one door had slammed shut. And your PC was still down!

“Alright, game,” you huffed, glaring at the lifeless console. “I’m gonna be back, I want you to work!” You shook your head, not wanting to remind yourself of how long it’d been without power.

“I’m gonna get myself out of this. So yeah! Beat that, game.”

But you couldn’t do it without a moth hoodie- it matched the keychain! Did the hoodie look funny and childish? Absolutely. Plus, you weren’t going to be seeing any guests today, so what could go wrong? It didn’t take long for you to get to your bedroom, close the door out of habit, and find the hoodie. Your work clothes were unceremoniously dumped into a hamper, and when you were ready in the comfiest pair of sweatpants and the best hoodie ever, you felt brave enough to go back.

Reaching for the handle, you froze at the sound of a male voice. Has someone broken in? Was that why everything was so off today? “...Alright Joey, I’m here. Let’s see if we can find what you wanted me to see.”

No. No way. There was…how? You had so many questions, and the man now standing next to you seemed the same way. “Henry…you’re Henry Stein..” you could only gasp. “What are you doing here?” he asked, glancing around as if expecting a monster to appear in a place it shouldn’t. “I...I don’t know. It…I guess I’m lost. There was this…this garage sale and a game…and oh wow..that sounds weird,” you chuckled. “Umm…since I doubt I can go home through the exit…I guess I could stick around with you.”

As if waking from a trance, Henry shook his head and held out his hand. “You…seem to know me already, but I’m Henry Stein. I used to work here.”

…Well, this was happening. “The name’s y/n, and I…um…listen you might wanna sit down?”

#reader in batim #isekai au #gender neutral reader #reader will rarely go by y/n #nicknames nicknames nicknames

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