A/N: In light of chapter 3 coming out (and learning that Alice isn't such an angel after all-no spoilers for those who haven't played or seen it played on Youtube yet), I've decided to write a redonkulous, but hopefully funny and enjoyable, Fanfic. I was inspired by other authors who've written character x reader pairings and so decided to try one out for myself. Hopefully it turns out all right. And maybe it will be more than a one-shot; let's see how this goes. :)

Anyway..."Ahem" So, if you are ready ladies and gents, let the show begin!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bendy and the Ink Machine or any of its characters.

Bendy and the Fangirl

(A Pairing for the Ages...not?)

You are a high schooler who loves all sorts of things: computer games like Undertale and FNAF, all sorts of anime (what anime didn't you like?), and you read books (mostly manga). But when the first chapter of Bendy and the Ink Machine came out, all that changed.

At first it was just something that popped up on Youtube, as you were watching some fan-made FNAF song animation (which was pretty damn good, to say the least). The title of the game looked interesting, and it was a fan-made comic dub. Apparently the game had been around for a little while, at least, and already it had taken a fan following. Curious, you waited until the end of the video you were watching to click on the new one…and you fell in love. Literally.

That ink creature—Bendy was his name, right? You thought so but didn't quite catch it at the time—was strangely enticing in spite of being a demon from hell (apparently) who loved killing people. Then again, it was a fan comic. Whatever the case, you wanted to try out the game for yourself. So you quickly downloaded the game as soon as you were able and (ignoring all homework, literally sweeping it off your desk to land loudly and messily on the floor around your feet) began playing it.

The fear was real. The creepy atmosphere was intense, and you felt like there really was this mysterious, inky presence lurking over your shoulder. You checked over it multiple times to make sure there really wasn't someone there watching.

The first chapter ended too quickly for your pleasure, but you had fallen in love with the game—and, most of all, Bendy. That love quickly turned into an obsession that quite literally spelled out "S-E-N-P-A-I". That is, he was the senpai, or rather, that's what you thought of him as.

Anyway, as you impatiently waited for chapter 2 of BATIM to come out, you read Bendy fanfics, watched Youtube videos where people did comic dubs and made their own songs (your favorite being "Build Our Machine"), and you pleaded with your parents to let you buy a Bendy T-shirt (which they were selling some of already). They thought your obsession a bit…strange, to say the least, but they shrugged and thought, 'Eh. It's just a kid thing, right? It'll go away.'

It didn't.

When chapter 2 finally came out, you were all like, "YEEAS, finally, finally it's here! The world is not ending! Illuminati unconfirmed!" And threw all your stuffed animals off your bed.

Then you commenced the gameplay.

Your reaction by the end?

"WHAT. THE. HELL. HOW THE HELL COULD THEY END IT LIKE THAT?" (I'm sure you all know what I'm referring to.)

Which, of course, made you even more eager for chapter 3. It seemed like forever but eventually they published it. In the meantime, you had made some of your own fanart (all of them with Bendy in it, some with Boris, few with Alice Angel) and a couple of fanfics involving rather…*ahem* sexual topics. Between the reader and Bendy. But then, many people have. (Well, maybe not many, but quite a few have.)

When the release date was finally revealed just two days prior, you squealed with joy and hugged your Bendy squishy toy to your chest; it squeaked underneath the pressure of your arms, which was surprisingly strong.

When the day of glory finally arrived, you cracked your knuckles and began. It was frustrating to have to play through chapters 1 and 2 first (but there were some added goodies to them, so it made it worthwhile), and you found yourself enjoying the inky world even more than during the last two chapters (But why did Bendy have to be so little in it still? Why?! And what the hell happened to Alice Angel? She's an Angel for crying out loud! How can an Angel be worse than a Demon?!)

All of these summed up your internal thoughts, with the exception of this really big thought that you actually screamed at the top of your lungs once the chapter was over: "BORIS! NO, WHY? THAT ANGELIC MONSTER, HOW DARE SHE LAY A HAND ON MY BORIS?!" (Boris was already your second-favorite character, but you only thought of him as a very close friend, so naturally you were very protective of him, especially because of his cute overprotective nature.)

As a result of the third chapter's ending, you threw your laptop through your bedroom window, which landed on your next door neighbor's head and cracked his skull open. (Don't worry, he survived; somehow. It's the frontal lobe of '87 all over again, folks.)

And, as a result of your display of bad temper, your parents took all technology away from you (including your phone) for three whole months.

"But what if chapter 4 of Bendy and the Ink Machine comes out?" you had whined. "I can't live without knowing what happens next!"

But your parents were unrelenting. They thought it would be best if you stayed away from Bendy for a while, and had you hand over all of your BATIM merchandise to be kept away from you until the end of your punishment in three months.

Now here it is, three weeks after the whole throwing-your-computer-out-of-your-bedroom-window incident, and you are sulking on your bed. You wish you at least had your phone. You miss the Internet. Mostly, you miss Bendy. And you miss your Fanfic account; you are quite behind on updating one of your stories thanks to this impromptu punishment.

So there you are, sulking and self-pitying, when the front doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts with a jump.

"I wonder who that could be," you muse aloud, and get up from your bed and walk to the front door.

Opening it, you find the postman. He holds out a letter to you. The envelope is old and yellow, almost like its decaying.

"For you," the postman says in a bored, drawling voice.

You grab it, then frown. There's no return address. And your name isn't Henry…wait a second.

"Hey, I think you sent this to the wrong address!" you say, lifting up your head. But the postman is already gone, way up the street.

How did he get there so fast? You stare, then shrug indifferently. "Whatever," you say, and step inside, shutting the front door.

You look at the letter, wondering if you should open it. You know it's probably not the best thing to do, but your curiosity wins you over, and before you think about it too much you tear open the envelope and read the letter inside.

And again.

And again. To make sure you're not misreading. To make sure this is not just some amazing dream tricking you by making itself appear so realistic, you pinch yourself. Then you slam your hand on the counter.

"Ow!" Well, at least you know you're not dreaming. Probably.

Because this is the letter that Joey Drew (supposedly) sent to Henry (surname as yet to be revealed) at the beginning of BATIM, luring him into the ink shop.

You stare and read it for the fourth time.

And your head explodes at the awesomeness of the situation.

Jk, you survive. ; )

But the windows nearly shatter at your ear-splitting scream.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I can't breathe. I can't believe this is happening!"

After you stop jumping around, you begin to consider the nature of this letter. How did this come by you? Obviously the postman had made a mix-up. But then how is Bendy and the Ink Machine a real thing?

You decide it doesn't matter how it's possible, just that it is. You deduce that Henry must live somewhere nearby; how else would the postman have made such a grave mistake?

Which meant that the old animation studio must not be that far away.

A mischievous grin takes over your face. "Well then, I guess I'd better go find out. Besides, does it really matter who comes to the studio, as long as someone does?"

You go for your bike.

It doesn't take you long to find the old animation studio, a decrepit-looking building that looks like all the colorful ink has been sapped from it. (See the pun I did there?)

How did you never notice this before? You shrugged, again deciding it doesn't matter. Instead, you're so focused on your heart pumping loudly in your chest and the fact that you're about to meet Bendy, and who cares if he's a soulless, bloodsucking demon (or whatever it was he did when he killed you in the game), this was Bendy! This is going to be so awesome.

You squeal internally and park your bike by the sidewalk as you race towards the front door. Not to your surprise, the front door opens easily at your touch, creating a gentle squeaking noise. You giggle, barely maintaining a straight composure, but your widespread grin as you step inside the studio betrays your inner fangirl.

The door slams shut behind you, but you barely notice. You don't care if it's locked; there is probably another way out of here, and do you even really want to leave?

"Not if it means missing a chance to meet my Senpai," you say to yourself and beginning exploring the studio, your footsteps echoing loudly on the wooden floorboard.

It doesn't take you long to activate the ink machine, finding all the random objects such as the plushy (of which you find another one and keep, holding it tightly to your chest like a little girl clutches her teddy bear) and placing them on the proper pedestal. (I'll have to ask Bendy what these are all for, you think as you place them.)

When you come across Boris's carved open carcass, you silently curse that witch Alice Angel and vow to put her head on a stake when you come across her.

You flip switches, run into cutouts (which, instead of making you scream, cause you to laugh out loud), and take some cans of bacon soup for the road.

Finally, the ink machine is up and running.

"Welp," you say, wiping a hand across a sweaty forehead, pockets filled with cans of soup. You look down at your Bendy plushy. "It was hard, but we made it, little guy. Now to meet and greet the real you."

And so, with confident and excited stride, you skip on over to the ink machine, the doorway to which—sure enough—is boarded off. Who boarded it up, anyways? you wonder as you approach.

You don't even jump (you've witnessed this jumpscare too many times already) when a malformed Bendy lunges out at you, huge, ink-splattered gloved hand reaching out between the boards.

Instead you squeal, your eyes almost literally sparkling and growing larger to take on an anime-like quality, "Oh my gosh, it's you! It's really you!"

Bendy stops lunging, his insane smile plastered on his face (as it always was), and stares at you as you continue to fangirl and squeal and stare at him with those big anime eyes.

His face may be expressionless, but in his mind he's thinking, 'WTF?'

A/N: Yep, this is definitely going to be more than a one chapter story. ; )

Anyway, I hope you guys like it so far. I will try to update it as soon as possible. And I don't know how far I'll go; it will depend on what ideas I get, and I've already got a few vague ideas.

As for that other story I'm working on, I just wanted to take a moment to apologize for not updating on that. I know I said I'd do it weekly, but I shouldn't have promised something I didn't know I'd be able to do. So instead I'll just promise to update that one as soon as possible, just like this one.

I hope you guys enjoy your weekend and again, thanks and hope you like this first chapter.