Dripping Ink [Bendy X Reader]

(This is Bendy's backstory. From his point of view). And it's going to be quite long, probably split into 2 chapters, so brace yourselves. Artwork made by me!
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Basically, there's going to be explanation, and the actual story. Now, you see I'm kind of bad at explaining this. You'll see when you read the story!

Also, before we start, just want to let you know that I'm kind of making this chapter up and stuff. So basically my way of Bendy's backstory. Anyway, enough of me rambling and enjoy the story.
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In my world, I was a happy character. Sure, I messed up a lot, and sure, my creator didn't quite respect me. But the thing is, I was happy...

'I was happy...'

You see, you get good artist, and you get bad artists. I have 2 different creators. Lucky huh? Not for me...

I was first created by a good artist, Henry Stein, he was a friendly fellow. And then I was created by a bad artist, Joey Drew, he was selfish and put a lack of stress on other workers.

They didn't acknowledge that us toons were very real, in our own world anyway. We didn't belong out of toon town, it was our home. Toon Town was very real, for us toons anyway. We were all happy....

'happy...'

What is 'happy'? I used to feel it, I remember feeling it. Yet, I forgot what it feels like to be 'happy'. I was happy. But that was years ago, before Mr. Drew took that emotion from me. Infact, he took away all my emotions.

When I was brought to the 'real world' , I didn't feel anything. My emotions went, they were gone. I didn't feel happy, didn't feel angry, or sad. I was emotionless...

'emotionless...'

Didn't feel anything. I wished to feel emotions. I felt emotions in my show. But they were gone, just like that. I never understood why.

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Date: 22nd of August 1935

Joey Drew sighed, he didn't like the fact that his cartoons don't get much appreciation anymore. They were hardly being watched anymore. 6 Years of the dancing demon and children quickly lost interest. Sammy was bored out of his mind. He had no music to create since Joey wasn't really planning on anything to do with the cartoon. Joey HATED being unnoticed. He HATED the fact that no one even gave one look at the cartoon. He HATED to admit it, but, his 'big' brain was empty.

As Joey pondered in his seat, he didn't notice Sammy walk into his office, he didn't even hear a knock. So when he looked at the door, he saw Sammy seated right Infront of him.

"Didn't anyone tell you to knock!?" Joey shouted. Sammy flinched at this and stuttered.

"W-well, you did tell me to knock sir. And I d-did. You were in your own world again Mr. Drew...?" He asked, or questioned.

"No......Yes....." Joey spoke.

"If only there were a way to ask Bendy himself for ideas." Sammy said out of the blue. "O-oh, I didn't mean like that. Come on, you seriously don't think I used to believe in..... fairytales!? Do you...?"

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, it's alright. You might of gave me an idea."

"What are you suggesting?" Sammy asked. Joey stood up, and grabbed a bendy plushie that Sammy had in his bag. He gave the plush a tight squeeze before throwing it at the back wall.