9 yrs later ~~

As the years of your life came and went you worked your way up in your education and had begun applying to various colleges. You hoped to have a good education so you could get a good job so you could live a good life, and so on. At the moment you still lived with your parents, but neither you nor they minded, because you mostly supported yourself and helped them around with cooking, cleaning, and shopping. You were happy to do so.

You had taken some classes and gotten your driver's license. But instead of getting a car like any other average person, you decided to be a total badass and got yourself a black motorcycle with metalic (f/c) patterns and/or details, the helmet having thick black cat ears on it. It wasn't like you had very many things or people to take places.

A lot of your friends considered you pretty and you guessed you agreed. You looked pretty normal, being neither particularily large or skinny with a little bit of chubbyness which all your friends said was really cute and made you perfect for cuddles. You were a little below average height, the shortest one in your friend gang, but you fit in nicely. Besides, because you were short you could be a total model and pose in front of everyone in group pictures.

At this moment you were speeding down the highway on the aformentioned motorcycle on your way back from grabbing a few daily necessities from the grocery store. As you drove you passed a motorcycle gang going the opposite direction and you waved at them. They waved back in return.

They were the steriotypical tattoo-covered muscular motorcycle gang. You didn't personally know them, but you had seen each other around and had grown a mutual respect for each other.

You came to a stop at your parent's house and parked your ride before stepping inside and saying hello, dropping the groceries in the kitchen before going to your room.

Your room was absolutely buried in Bendy and Boris stuff. It wasn't surprising, since you got a lot of free stuff cuz you were the creator of Boris the wolf. You had posters, little action figures, the little plushies you could clip onto a backpack or purse, a few mugs that your parents sometimes stole, etc. You even had Boris stuff that wasn't released to the public yet since they sent you free things to approve.

Above all though, your favorite possesion was still the old, worn Boris plushie from when you were a kid. You had had to sew up a few tears over the years and some parts of the fur were pretty patchy, but you didn't care and you still loved it. It was your most prized possesion.

Once Boris had been created and added to the show it had begun climbing its way back up. It never quite came back to the very top, but it was still very highly rated and loved by many.

You flopped onto your bed and made a loud noise into your pillow. You didn't really know why, you just felt like it. You looked over and stared at the Boris plushie and just kept staring, like it was a staring contest with the wolf's black pacman-style fabric eyes. After about 10 seconds you slowly reached out and boop! poked the plushie on the nose before retracting your hand with lightning fast speed.

You stared at the unblinking toy before chuckling at your own antics and pulling the stuffed Boris into cuddling range. You closed your eyes and nuzzled into the black fur and realized that with the way Boris's arms were positioned he was basically hugging your face.

Your little plushie-cuddle fest was cut off when your laptop went off on your desk across the room. You picked up the plushie and put him on your shoulders before walking to your desk and sitting down. You opened up your email and found a message from Joey Drew, the creator of Bendy. You weren't surprised because he emailed you often about merchandice ideas or reviews. But this email was different and you quickly became absorbed with just the first few sentences.

Dear (y/n),

Hello again from Sillyvision! We hope you are doing well. We have a proposition for you. Because you designed Boris the wolf we are offering an exclusive tour of our workshop at noon. We already contacted (f/n) and they declined, so it would be just you, us, and the cartoons! The address is (insert address here im lazy lol).

If you choose to accept we ask of you to NEVER mention anything you see to the public and refrain from taking and posting pictures to social media.

We hope to see you there. Thank you and have a good day!

It was an almost instantanious choice. You didn't have anything to do today and this was an exclusive opportunity, and you didnt mind of they wanted to be secretive. You quickly emailed back that you would be there and so you put Boris back on your bed, told your parents where you were going, and hopped onto your motorcycle, speeding away to the studio.

Little did you know they had good reason for their secretivity.