Your pov~
*it was a dark and stormy night and your dad went out to drink as usual. You lived by an abandoned work place for cartoons. You have always wondered what was in there but you we're always to scared. But maybe you we're willing to take the risk. You left your house wanting to go back..... BUT THERES NO GOING BACK NOW..... "I'm an idiot why did I even come here". You looked at the Erie house. You slowly open the creeky door. You see something black flash by. "!!!!! WHAT WHOS THERE!?!? " you take out your (f/c) pocket knife
"Hello there" a voice says
"What?!!?" You say slightly scared
"Calm down (y/n)!" Bendy says
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!?!?! AND HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!!?" You screach
"Ssshhhhh borris is sleeping" bendy hushes you
"HAH! have I finealy gone mad? " you say
"No! I'm bendy the danceing ink demond" bendy tells you
"Be-.... Bendy? What kind of a name is bendy?" You say
"SHUT DA HELL UP *inhail* stupid freaking Joey was drunk when he named me" bendy tells you
"Man the harsh" you say
"Ya" bendy agrees
