Ink Bendy x reader

✒️13 : Y/n The Cat

Furry ears.
Slick, smooth,  soft tail.
Piercing cat eyes.

A furry paw touched my cheek,  further confirming what I've become.

Y/n the cat stared back at me,   streaked with ink and fear.

A scream that seemed so familiar yet so foreign echoed off the walls.    Tears streamed down my cheeks as my world crumbled.     I'm a dead girl walking.

A loud frightening roar shook the walls,  eliciting a whimper from me.   I'd know the sound from anywhere.

Bendy.

I can't let him see me like this,   he'll probably think I'm his enemy.

I still can't feel my legs.   So I crawl,   but where can I go?   He has eyes everywhere.
All I can do is try and avoid his cut outside and Alice.     

If she dies,  no one would care.

Right?

But she has Boris.     If she killed me,  then what does she plan to do to Boris?!    I need to find Boris and save him.   

First things first,   I need to get this sticky stuff off of me.   I also need to find fresh clothes,     Maybe my green room has something still there.   One thing Joey pushed was authenticity,   so us voice actors wore outfits while voicing over the cartoons.     Maybe I can find something still usable.    I just need to remember where my room is in this awful maze.

I sighed in relief.  Fresh,  clean,   and in a black driping sequin style 1920s dress with a black see through robe on top.    Of course Joey would leave these here.  

Thankfully my room is clear of any cutouts that aren't mine,  so I'm safe from Him.
That is,   unless he walks right in.    At this point he can't be stopped.    I don't have a decent enough hiding place in here,    I may need to find a better room to hide out.

Sadly,  I'm now remembering how uncomfortable these shoes were.   At least they fit me better now and don't hurt as much.

I rummage through my vanity drawers to see what Joey left behind,   hopefully something could be of use.    

Perfume.
Nail polish.
Combs.
Brushes.
Hairpins.
Tuna cans.

Tuna cans?

He knew this would happen.   It was all part of his plan.

I don't have much time to think on Joey's actions since the walls oozed Ink.    He's coming.

I quietly rush to my closet and climb onto the high up shelf,  moving folded clothes to hide me.    I made sure that there was a gap to see him enter,  if he does.    I muted my loud breathing and waited.