A/N: I based this story on a character called Abel Angel that was created by the-vampire-inside-me on Tumblr. They created an angel toon and a really good comic that this story is based on. Look it up or ask me for the link.

Disclaimer: Bendy and the Ink Machine is owned by TheMeatly. Abel belongs to the-vampire-inside-me and I only own my Ocs.

The Fall and Rise of an Angel

Abel vaguely remembered the day he came to be. He remembered being somewhat confused and very curious about what was going on around him. There were men standing around, just staring at him. Then they started asking him a bunch of questions.

"Can you hear us?"

It seemed like a silly question but he nodded.

"Can you understand us?" Again, another silly question but he nodded anyway.

"Can you speak?" Could he? He wasn't sure. He opened his mouth and sounds came out. It almost startled him. Was that what he sounded like? He cleared his throat as the right words seemed to form in his mind.

"Yes?" The men around him seemed very pleased by this for some reason or another. He watched as they smiled and patted each other on the back for a moment before turning back to him.

"Do you know your name?" Name? Name… no matter how hard he thought on it, he didn't know his own name. He shook his head. The men didn't look surprised by this.

"Your name is Abel, Abel Angel." Abel Angel. It sounded right for some reason. So he repeated it. The men looked very pleased. They began chatting among themselves except for one older gentleman. He leaned forward and held his hand out to him.

"It is nice to meet you Abel. My name is Joshua Eubanks and I am one of your creators." He wasn't sure what to do so he hesitantly took the man's hand. They shook hands. It felt like the right thing to do.

"Come with me. I'd like to show you something." Joshua put his hand on Abel's back and ushered him towards a mirror on the other side of the room. The man stood behind him with his hands on his shoulders. He positioned him in front of the mirror.

Abel pressed his gloved hand against his cheek. His face was round and he seemed to have feathery white hair and a bright ring floating above his head. He had on a white bow tie. His white suit and gloves seemed to have a symbol on them. Joshua told him it was a "Cross". The man told him he would explain later.

What really caught his attention was the appendages on his back. He spread them as wide as he could and even wiggled the tips.

"These are… wings?" Joshua smiled, nodded, and told him that most angels had wings.

"You see Abel, you are a very special angel. You are a Guardian Angel." The toon angel looked a little confused. "What's a Guardian Angel?"

"Guardian Angels protect the hearts, minds, and souls of children. They look after them and teach them right from wrong so they can grow up to be good adults."

A protector of children? He didn't know why but it felt right. He turned to Joshua and told him that he would love to meet them. The man chuckled softly and told the toon "All in good time." First he needed to learn a few things about the studio he would call home and about the world outside of the it.

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Abel had spent weeks inside the studio learning things that would make him a great Guardian Angel. He still wanted to go outside but the toon angel knew that the studio was preparing him for that. They taught him how to be polite around others and to stay away from particular groups of people. They were bad and would try to hurt him if given the chance.

There were other men who would come into the studio with reading materials for him. They would tell him to study it so he could teach the children how to be good citizens. Abel had no objection if it meant he could keep the children from going down the wrong path.

Speaking of children. The very first time he met a group of children was during his first short film. They were children of some of the workers in the studio and they were so happy to meet an angel. They surrounded him and bombarded him with a bunch of questions. For some reason they seemed really fascinated by his wings. He could feel tiny hands reaching out to touch them. The children were all smiles and giggles and it made him so happy.

He studied the scripts that were given to him. He loved the fact that he was teaching things that would help the kids as they got older. The children took what he said to heart because he was an angel and he was looking out for their well being. It made him proud to think that his teachings would be shown to other children all over the country.

After the toon angel got a few short films under his belt and their clients were satisfied, the studio told him he could finally go outside. There were rules, of course. He had to be polite at all times, stay close to the studio, and stay away from any "bad elements" that might be lurking around. Truthfully, Abel was willing to agree to anything as long as he got to leave the studio.

There was a man named Mr. Smith that went with Abel to make sure nothing went wrong. The angel didn't know why he needed someone watching him. He remembered everything they taught him. He would be careful.

As soon as the doors to the studio swung open, Abel senses were assaulted. It was bright outside and the sun blinded him for a moment. He waited for his eyes to adjust to true sunlight. He could hear voices all around him. Laughing, arguing, chatting… all at once. He could finally see people going to and fro. All shapes and sized. Men, women, and children! They were rushing down the busy streets or heading into the shops across from him. And the smells! Oh, the smells. He had a hard time figuring out what they were. Everything hit him all at once and he was a little overwhelmed.

"You okay there angel?" Mr. Smith chuckled at the toon's reactions.

"Ah yeah. I'll be fine sir." He knew he would get used to everything, in time.

A couple of days later, he was allowed to go outside again. He was being watched closely, but he didn't mind. Some kids and their parents noticed him. He happily introduced himself and the children were already asking questions and touching his wings. He just accepted that this was going to be a regular thing for him. He didn't mind as long as they didn't tug too hard. As fluffy as they looked, his wings were very sensitive.

There were days where he would take a break from studio work to stand outside and talk with the neighborhood kids. He'd listen as they told him their hopes and dreams. They would ask him for advice when things were bothering them. Sometimes they just wanted to play or their parents wanted to take pictures of him with their children. Abel was more than happy to oblige them.

Abel took the responsibility of looking after those children when their parents weren't around very seriously. It pleased the clients and the studio heads as well.

One Sunday morning, Abel was leaning against the outer wall of the studio. His head was cocked back, eyes closed, and his hands in his pockets. He was taking in the warmth of the sun. Then he heard a voice:

"Look ma! It's an angel!" He cracked open one eye and noticed a girl standing across the street. She was pointing at him and had a huge smile on her face. He had gotten used to this and was prepared for the child to run up to him like the others.

He watched as a taller woman standing next to her looked at him. She also smiled when she saw him, but it soon morphed into something sad. She grabbed the girl's hand to keep her in her place and said something to her. The girl looked back at him with a hurt expression on her face. Abel was confused. He didn't know what was going on. The mother said something else that caused the girl to look down at the ground before they both walked away.

Abel stood up straight and watched as they rushed down the street. Why didn't they come up to him? Did he do something wrong? He didn't think so, but still…

"You don't need people like that around you angel." Abel was startled by Mr. Smith's voice. He didn't noticed the man standing there, puffing on a cigarette.

"People like that?" Abel questioned.

"You remember what we taught you, right?"

"Yeah?" Sure, the girl's skin was darker than the other children he was allowed to be around, but she didn't look dangerous. She was just like the other kids.

"Good. You can't trust people like that. Even the innocent looking ones wont hesitate to stab ya in the back." The man took one last puff from his cigarette before flicking it out in the street. "We only tell you these things to keep you safe. You understand, right?"

Abel did understand, but at that moment, it didn't seem right. "Of course, sir." He tried not to think about it too much. It wasn't like he'd ever see the kid again.

Only… he did.

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It was a beautiful spring day. Abel kept an eye on the neighborhood kids while they played close to the studio. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a soft smile on his face. He loved seeing them so happy.

There were people heading in and out of shops from across the street. That's when he noticed a girl holding a paper bag in her arms, staring right at him. It was the same girl he saw before! She was watching him with a curious gaze and her head tilted slightly to the side. Her eyes grew wide and darted to something just behind him. She ducked her head, clutched her groceries to her chest, and hurried past a few food stands before running down an alley.

Abel looked to his side and noticed Mr. Smith standing in the studio's doorway. He was watching them with cold eyes. It made him feel uneasy. No wonder the girl ran away. An odd feeling of annoyance was prickling at the back of his mind. He didn't like the way the man kept scaring her away.

For the next few days he would see the girl either shopping at the open air markets or rushing down the street. Each time, she would stop to look at him before moving on. Each time, she seemed to want to come closer, but would stop herself. She would just lower her head and move on.

Each time that happened, Mr. Smith was close by. Abel was beginning to wish the man would just go inside and leave him alone. Maybe then the girl would stick around long enough for him to at least say "Hi" to her. He couldn't possibly get into too much trouble for that.

The next day he worked with the crew on another short film. Halfway through the shoot, everyone decided to take a break. Now normally when Abel was going to relax outside, he would tell Joshua or Mr. Smith. This time, he didn't and just walked out the door.

Abel stuffed his gloved hands into his pockets. He leaned up against the outer wall of the studio and waited. A few minutes went by when he noticed the same girl rushing down the block. She came to a halt when she noticed the angel standing out there, alone. He watched as she blinked and looked around like she expected a scary man to jump out of the shadows. He chuckled to himself. Hopefully, not this time.

Abel pushed off the wall and walked towards the curb. She just stood there and watched him. He gave her a soft smile and waved his hand for her to come over. She backed up a step and shook her head vigorously. She looked really scared. He put both hands up in a calming manner and looked over his shoulder. No one was there. He looked back at her and saw she had her arms wrapped around her midsection and she continued to back up. She shook her head one more time and shot him an apologetic look before she bolted down the alleyway.

"Wait!" He called out but it was too late, she was gone.

The girl ran down the alley until she came to a large dumpster and hid behind it. She was berating herself. The scary man wasn't there but she didn't want to take the chance of getting into trouble. Her mother warned her to stay away from the studio even though she wanted to meet the angel so badly. He seemed so nice too.

She peeked around the dumpster to see if he had followed her. No one was there. Of course he wouldn't be there. Why would he be. She only ran away from him. Probably hurt his feeling and he didn't want to have anything to do with her. She felt so stupid…

She was so busy beating herself up that she didn't notice the soft flapping wings or said angel landing quietly a few feet behind her. Abel thought it was amusing that she was looking for him to come in the other direction.

When she ran off, he almost let her go. But this was too good a chance to at least speak to her and he wasn't going to blow it. He cleared his throat and the sound caused her to spin around. She gasps and pressed her back against the dumpster. She was looking at him with wide brown eyes and slightly shaking hands.

"Woah, woah, take it easy-" He held his hands up but didn't move from his spot. "I didn't mean to frightin' ya." He waited for her to calm down a little bit. "I know you've been wantin' to meet me for awhile now. Am I right?" She gave him a quick nod as she held her own hands to keep them from shaking.

The toon angel walked up to the girl slowly and stopped close enough to reach out to her. He noticed the way her eyes kept wandering to his wings then back to his face. 'Sheesh, it's always about the wings with these kids.' he thought with a warm smile on his face. He extended one wing and brought it in front of him. She tracked his movement before giving him a surprised look.

He shrugged and gave her a reassuring smile. "It's fine. I don't mind." She looked him up and down for a moment. She half expected him to take it back. But he didn't. He just stood there, waiting for her to make the next move. She reached out hesitantly.

He was expecting a hard tug or maybe a quick pull. Sometimes the kids did that to see if his wings were real. Instead it was a tentative brush of fingers along the length of his wing. She had a look of amazement on her face as she combed through the feathers.

"Wow, its softer than I thought it would be." She took her hand back and gave him a shaky smile. "Thank you."

Abel folded his wing behind him before he scratched the back of his head. He wasn't used to being thanked for something like that. "You're welcome kid." He felt a little embarrassed to be honest. She looked at him like he had done something special or rather, he was special. He shook his head to get rid of the warm feeling creeping up his cheeks.

"Well, how about we introduce ourselves." She smiled and gave him a small nod.

"I'm Abel."

The girl placed her hand over her heart. "Jeanne." she said in a soft voice.

Abel held his gloved hand out to her. She only hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his.

The toon angel smiled. "Nice to meet you, Jeanne."

And this… was the beginning of the end for the "Guardian Angel".