Well, I've determined from the many votes I obtained that I'm going to continue this story and just say that it's taking place in an alternate universe. Once this story is done and the game has been finished, I'll write another Bendy x Reader that is canon with the plot of the game. Once again, thanks for the support and all of those votes!

The animation studio was dark and you glanced around. The place really needed some windows. Blinking the memory of earlier from your eyes, you asked a question. "Hey, Bendy! How did you survive in this horrible place for ten years without going insane?!" you demanded.

Earlier, you asked him if he could find the book you found before you broke your leg. 'The Illusion Of Living' was the title of it if you remembered right. So, he was on the other end of the studio and was book hunting. "I used my imagination a lot!" he shouted in response.

"Anything yet?!" you demanded.

"Nope!"

He came running back from wherever he was and dusted himself off. You scratched the back of your neck awkwardly. "Really? Nothing?"

He thoughtfully glanced towards the floorboards and then snapped his fingers with an idea. "It could be downstairs! A lot of things get lost down there for eternity. I wouldn't be surprised," he said. Then his face darkened a moment. "Although, you might want to stay here while I go get it..."

"Why? I want to go with you!" you said with a confused expression.

Bendy remembered everything that was down there and shook his head at you. "You know how basements are! They're dark, scary, and probably full of spiders! You don't want to see the condition of the basement..."

Placing your hands on your hips, you held up your argument. "Yeah? What's so scary about that?! Bacon soup?! I'm sure that if anything's down there, we can handle it! Do you want your friend to come back to life or not?"

Bendy shook his head. "Not if it means going there. You REALLY don't want to go down into my basement. There's a lot more than bacon soup taking over the place. Especially since I think it has what I fear most."

"Spiders?" you asked.

"No... It's way worse... If you trust me at all, you'll stay here...," he almost begged. His hands rested on your shoulders and his eyes burned into yours. It was obvious he was serious and he was trying to protect you from something, but you wanted to know what from.

Rolling your eyes slightly and exhaling slowly you nodded. "Fine... I'll stay here... But I really don't want to. Just be quick, okay?"

"I'll be less than a minute!" Bendy chirped and he sprinted away back towards the stairs that you discovered when the two men got you out to get you medical treatment. You should've known that this would be a lie.

You would have followed him, but you were stuck upstairs because of your broken leg. There were a few ink puddles on the floor that you didn't recognize that startled you. It was just ink! Why was it so ominous? Bendy was taking forever and you tapped your right foot as you sat on the floor. Finally, you got up to look at the loose video reels to see what you could find.

Volumes 1-10.

They were on the bookshelf where books should've been. Lifting up the reels, you placed the first into the video projector. Bendy didn't show even after you watched all of the cartoons. Bendy looked more adorable in the cartoon than the real world. Well, it was sort of hard to not be adorable when you're drawn that way.

Volumes 11-15

You found them in an office. It was hard to break open the door, but you did it. Another reel contained all of the removed scenes from Adventures of Bendy, The Dancing Demon. You turned the projector back on and began watching. Most of them were just little snippets of scenes or dialogue that were pointless or were cut because the episodes were made too long. Some were really good and some were just confusing. However, there was one at the end that really stuck with you. A certain song that Bendy sang that was cut for some reason as adorable as it was.

I've heard the term so many times...

And it's new from her...

It sounds the same but feelings are a blur!

Can't help but wonder why.

Her eyes I love about her.

Her dress as smooth as glass.

I've never been a crier,

But it was I she could surpass!

I need a little darlin' devil with me.

I need a little darlin' devil with me...

In a world that's full of color

And rainbows in the summer.

I'll find myself never

Again with a bummer!

Friends that are endearing

I won't get tired of hearing...

But sometimes I feel alone

And unloved...

But maybe with my Darlin' Devil

I will not have no troubles!

It'll just be a-her and a-me!

I need a little darlin' devil with me!

With those crystal eyes

And no one denies!

And as all can see...

She'll be mine...

When the song ended, you wondered why they'd take such an adorable song out from the show. You pondered exactly who he was singing about. You doubted it was Alice Angel. She wasn't a darlin' devil. She was a darlin' angel with horns. It didn't fit with any of the episodes and you just wondered if the producers were experimenting with his personality a little in case if they did want to give him a potential love. Whatever happened to that plot? Maybe the episodes were too short to really add that in or they just decided that it wasn't in Bendy's personality to really sing something like this. Still intrigued, you removed the reel and clicked off the projector.

You were tired of watching the wall and tried to look around a little more. There was a loud CRASH!! in the basement. It sounded like cymbals falling to the floor. Realizing that something was going on beneath your feet made you worry more. You'd never been downstairs before except for when you fell through the floor. Was Bendy playing around with cymbals or was something going on?

Another twenty minutes went by and finally you found a book lying on the floor. It wasn't the one you were looking for, but it was something. Sitting on a chair and flicking on a light, you glanced over the cover. "The Diary of Henry Drew," you read aloud. Interest shot through you instantly and you whipped it open to the first page.

August 3, 19XX

Today, I start my first day here drawing cartoons for my dad. He asked for my brother to join him, but my little brother just can't draw to save his life. He's too busy trying to get a girlfriend to help him make some money without him having to work hard. He was never a hard worker, so I'm not surprised. I don't want to settle down with anyone. I work hard. I guess that's what separates us and makes us different. Anyway, dad had us start coming up with comic ideas. Something drew me towards drawing something a little bit like Mickey Mouse. I love drawing Mickey Mouse. His design is simple. However, I messed up while drawing and his head looked like it had horns. Instead of redrawing it, I continued to work off of it. Before I knew it, I had an original cartoon. It looked like a demon, but why should that scare anyone? He could be a happy demon! He could be... The Dancing Demon! I've been trying to think up names, but haven't come up with anything yet. Oh well. I hope Joey Drew's proud of this one!

August 4, 19XX

He liked the idea! Never before have I ever seen him so accepting of something I made. Joey said that my idea might be the start of a completely new era of cartoons! I smiled proudly and I'm getting in more drawing practice. I hope this one drawing changes the world for the better.

You stopped reading from Henry's diary for a moment. How old was he at this point? You remembered that it was by his own creation that he died. Sorry, Henry. That one drawing wasn't for the greater good.

Skipping ahead to a point in time where you were alive just to see if he said anything about you, there was an interesting entry around the middle.

June 15, 19XX

It was a hard day for all of us. I won't be surprised if (y/n) doesn't want to speak to me ever again after what I've done. It was the last episode of the only show she ever got attached to and she's my only niece. I think I lost her forever. Well, Joey told me earlier he had a plan that would change everything. He said that with the help of the head music producer, Sammy Laurence, we'd be able to do something that was never done before. I heard him talking to Bendy in the projector again. I knew (y/n) liked him, but I never thought he'd like her back. He seemed really depressed which is very unlike him. It's a good thing Boris was there to keep him from going nuts, but he was... monotone. I know Bendy's already black and white, but now he seems to be fitting that description down to the letter in personality. There's no going back now. Joey promised me that Bendy would be real. If that's what the boss says..., then that's what the boss gets.

July 3, 19XX

That's it, Joey! I'm done! I've seen everything you've done and you can't do this to them! It's wrong! Sammy Laurence should've known better than to let you do it! To HELP you do it! I'm not coming back. I'm quitting this job. I'm joining my wife in Maine. She's very good with hunting rifles and cooking tools. If you ever try to pull any stunts on me... On (y/n)... Any of us!! I'll make sure she ends your murderous way there and then... This very entry is my resignation to the cartoon business. Face it Joey, Bendy's show was never supposed to come back from the dead. Sincerely, your son...

You looked up from the diary with fascination. Henry was probably the smartest of the three. You never really knew much about Sammy besides the fact that he controlled the music and that people would complain about him behind his back. He also didn't really seem to get along with Joey all that well. It was almost like they both had two different goals and put up with each other just to reach those goals.

Being deep in thought, you forgot about Bendy being downstairs. You were reminded when another noise erupted from the basement. Sounded almost like distorted whispers. You trembled at the sound. To calm yourself, you read more of Henry's diary.

On another random date, you fund a picture of Henry's family. He had a son and a wife. He mentioned that he was going to move to Maine with his wife. His son died in a boating accident a few years ago. It was strange since it was your cousin who you never got to know. You read a small caption on the bottom that listed the names. Henry Drew, Reina Lee, and Oliver Drew. The thing that stood out most to you was the hunting rifle in your aunt's hands. It almost seemed familiar.

Rapid footsteps raced up to you and Bendy finally reappeared from the basement below. He looked exhausted from something. You didn't care to ask from what.

His eyes were fixed to a book in his hands. It was stained in ink, but still readable. The title was the one you were waiting to see all day. 'The Illusion Of Living'. You placed your hands on the cover and watched all of the dust fly off of it.

"Well? What happened?!" you demanded as you put down the journal. Bendy glanced out towards the door and shook his head.

"There were these ink monsters and cardboard versions of me all over the place. Plus, I think I found Sammy! I was wondering what happened to him all of that time! Sadly..., he didn't meet a very nice fate. I got a blast from the past in the orchestra room and the basement became flooded, so I got stuck there while chugging bacon soup," he explained.

"Sounds like a bunch of excuses! I haven't seen any monsters, music producers, or bacon soup! It doesn't matter anyway because every little noise made me jump when I wasn't drowning myself in distractions... I hate being alone in creepy places," you said as you wearily put your head down on the desk. The building itself seemed to breathe the way that old buildings do when they're old. You shivered.

Bendy turned and walked out of the room a moment. He came back a minute later with a violin. He drew his bow and began to softly play a slow waltz tune. Your eyes fluttered from him to the strings and back to him again. He wasn't a bad violinist. Always kept perfectly in time and soothed your ears.

"When'd you learn to play that?" you asked.

He didn't even pause or stop to think when you asked. "I'm self-taught. I guess it was just something I always knew how to do. Henry did decide to make me a musical genious. I just happened to like the violin."

As he looped his violin song once more, you began to hum along with it. The violin sings with a voice of gold. The voice gives a gentle reply. A demon plays with sincerity to her. Her eyes gaze back with wonder.

I can hear

A song

Speaking here

So long.

The golden rays of day

Fly the days away.

Even through the night

I see his eyes gleam bright.

There is still a place

There is still a place...

In a dream.

A violin playing into the night. The lyrics that pierce his heart bring sorrow and love. Her heart racing as she feels something new. Secretly, they both thought the same thing.

I love you... I love you... I love you...