Hello my fellow Otaku's, I'm CosmoK13 here and welcome to a brand new story I'm going to be writing called Bendy and Buddies: The next gen! Now I'm sure a lot of you have probably heard of this new horror-puzzle game called Bendy and the Ink Machine. And for those who don't know, I'm going to explain. It's basically taking a look at the older days of animation and putting a dark twist on it. You play as a retired animator named Henry who goes back to his old workshop, after getting a letter from his boss and friend, Joey Drew. (Hehe, Joey DREW a picture.) When Henry gets there, he sees that the shop is abandoned and that there is a dark and inky secret lurking in the studios. Now you have to find your way out by solving a bunch of puzzles and avoiding ink monsters. It's still an ongoing project, with only two out of five chapters out, with chapter three coming out this September, which I'm looking forward to seeing! But anyways, I got into the franchise when I saw Markiplier and a bunch of other Youtubers play the first two chapters and I really love it! It's more thriller than horror in my opinion, but what it lacks for jumpscares it makes up for with story and style. I recommend playing it, you can get it on Steam or Gamejolt… I think for like 5 or 6 dollars. You can also support it by donating money to theMeatly, the creators of the game, on .
So anyways, I've seen a lot of different AU's and fan comics and fanfiction based on the game and decided that I should make my own! Seeing as how this is the first gaming franchise I've gotten into. This is also the first fanfiction I've ever written based off of a game… well, actually I wrote a FNAF story for my friend Tetra a few years back, but it was more for a birthday present. I might post that story if you all are interested in seeing it.
Moving along, I was going to base this off of the game, but then I decided to make an AU instead, since I've never really made one before and I wanted to try something different. I'm only going to be posting the prologue up for now. But I'll be posting more chapters with the more progress the game gets. I'm hoping to upload five more chapters after chapter three of BATIM is out. On with the story then!
He was famous… he was loved. He was adored by both children and adults. He had appeared in many short cartoons. He was a star, and nothing could have made him happier. That was until he was stolen from his original owners. To be used in another company cartoon, only to be used less and less until slowly, the world began to not even recognize the poor toon that was once the face of the family friendly company, gaining more and more popularity throughout the years.
One of his cartoons played on the small television set on the table. He was dancing around, smiling as he was climbing up the structure of a building to try and save his cat girlfriend. Those were his older cartoons, where his popularity was starting and growing. Now after nearly two decades after that short, he would soon be lost to the public. It was only a matter of time before one of these toons would fall victim to that fate. But the woman never would have thought it would happen to such an iconic star. She walked passed the television where the character was smiling and bowing to the audience. An audience he no longer had. The woman reached a bark door and placed her hand on the golden knob. On the other side of the room, was where she would attend to her project. Turning the handle, she entered the dark room, separated from her public work station. The only light that filled it was the illumination coming from the other room.
In this particular area, there were a couple of things. Six pedestals lined up towards a pentacle that was drawn in a black substance on the floor. There were a few cabinets and desks scattered around the room, but the pedestals and pentacle took up half of the vincenty. She walked passed the stone structures as her dark magenta skirt swayed with her hips.
On top of one of the desk sat an open book, its pages filled with a foreign and ancient language called hiragana. It was a writing style used long ago, and only a few these days could translate what it meant. The woman looked over the pages and retraced the steps she needed to take to accomplish her goals. Six materials were needed for the ritual. Opening one of the drawers in the desk, the woman grabbed a stack of clean papers and a blue and black fountain pen with a golden tip.
First, she placed the pen on one of the six pedestals. This object represented how this character came to life, the mechnications of what made the cartoon move frame by frame for endless hours. Then, she placed the stack of paper on another pedestal. After placing a bunch of sheets over the pentacle. The papers would represent where the character would come out of. It was really ironic, this toon started out being drawn on paper. And now he would pop out of the page one last time.
She walked over to another desk, where a sewing machine rested on the wooden structure. Gathering a few materials from the drawers of this desk, she began her work. First, she did an outline of the character's design on some tough paper. Using that pattern, she placed it onto two separate pieces of fabric, and traced them so they were on the soft material. Grabbing a pair of scissors, the light brown hands began to cut the outline of the character. After designing the front and back of the character, she had to sew the two pieces together and leave a small hole to stuff some cotton into the plush, to give it from. It took a lot of sewing and stuffing, as well as a few pins, but the stuffed animal was ready. All it needed were some blue shorts. The shorts weren't as hard to make as the doll, it only took the woman half the time to complete the outfit he would wear. It was a cute little stuffed hare, with his smiling face and glass doll eyes. The plush was a very important figure because it would represent the from the toon would take. After placing that object on the pedestal, the woman headed to find the other three items.
Heading over to some shelves, she looked through some boxes, containing a bunch of different records and films of certain cartoons and music. It didn't take long to find the one she was looking for. Grabbing a large case from the shelf, she placed it on the fourth pedestal. In the box was the collection of all the shorts the character had appeared in, from his first short to his very last. This item could be used for two purposes; it can either be used to give the character their voice or their memories. Though certain materials could be used to fulfill both those purposes, these shorts would only be used for the memory of the toon. She had thought about using certain cartoons to give him a voice as well, but since the character didn't have a specific voice actor, and none of them felt right for his one true voice, she decided against it and would give him a new pitch later on. He was a mute cartoon anyways, so a voice didn't seem to matter too much at the moment. At any rate, the memory was more important than the voice anyways, after all, at least he'll be able to understand why he will be where he will go. And he will have his dreams of who he used to be. That was all he will be able to have of his old life; memories.
The woman proceeded by heading over to the other side of the room, where a large cabinet was attached to the wall. Placing both hands on the the golden handles, she opened the wooden doors to reveal shelves of jugs. Jugs of pure, black liquified, ink. Taking out a random bottle, she placed it on the fifth pedestal in the room. This ink would be the substance the body would be made out of. After all, the creators at that time used ink to make these cartoons move around on the pictures. But there was more to this ink than one would think. Of course, it took specific materials to make this type of ink, getting those said materials and producing it though was the challenge. Thankfully, she had a whole cabinet of bottles full of them. So she didn't have to worry about running out anytime soon. She was going to be needing a lot more of them, especially for her project.
Heading back to the desk, she flipped over the book she used to help guide her with the ritual. Closing it so the cover was the first thing you would see. The title on the cover was the only thing written in English. "Toon Logic" was written on the light gray cover. Taking the book, she placed it on the last pedestal. All the pieces were now in place; a pen, a stack of papers, a doll, a few of the cartoons, ink and the book. With those items placed, it was time to start the ritual. The woman walked up to the pentacle, the symbol mostly covered with sheets of white papers. Raising both arms as high as she could, she began to draw up all of her magic from her being. Chatting a few incantations, the circle surrounding the star started to glow a dark gray as the magic began to flow from the woman and into the pentacle, into the paper as well. The papers were being drenched with ink from the center of the symbol. The blackness spread throughout the center of the pile until there was enough. The ink moved on it's own, taking volume though it was not in any fixed space. Rising like that of the tides, the ink started to form into that of a hand. A cartoon hand.
The pool of black liquid began to morph into a from. At first, it took a while for the ink to morph into a complete form. The ink poured down the figure until it started to stick to it's volume. The poor toon, that was on the television only moments ago, was now on his hands and knees in the circle, as the magic started to settle down. The woman stared down at the poor being for a moment, he looked broken and unhappy. Kneeling down, she reached out her arms and held him like a mother would a child. In a way though, she was his mother. After all, it was her magic that helped create him. Not just bring him into this dimension, but helped in producing the material needed for him to become a cartoon in the first place. That brought joy and smiles to the faces of many. And made him not just a character on the frames, but a sentient being that just wanted to be loved in return. Standing up on her feet once again, she could not help but feel pity for this poor creature. She blamed herself in a sense. If only she could have seen this future he would have had coming, then perhaps she could have done something to prevent it. These toons deserve a better life. Even those that didn't have a public anymore. This is why she was doing this, to try and save them before they would be tossed into the darkness again. To become the monsters they once were.
The woman turned her head as she heard footsteps approaching her from the stairs. She saw a being that was as tall as her chest. With it's inky dark skin and white kimono, it looked at her with it's big white eyes. "What is it, Jack?" the woman turned her body to look at the being as he bowed in respect.
"My lady, your guest has arrived upstairs. He is waiting for you."
She walked up to him, holding the toon in her arms. Looking at her helper, she nodded. "Let us go."
The two walked together up the golden stairs. The woman leading the way as the other was behind her. Even though this woman was powerful in the art of certain magic, in order to complete her goal, she needed the help of someone who was just as skilled as she was. After all, there was only so much her magic could do. She knew that this guest of hers would agree to this, after all, he loved these toons just as much as she does. And it was the only way to protect them and give them a chance to live. In a world they could call their own, with no humans to tell them how to live their lives. To tell them what they can and can't do. A world where their logic could be used with no repercussions. It will take time, yes. However, this was the only solution.
In the haste of meeting with her guest, the woman had forgotten to lock up her secert room, as the door was ajar, showing some light from within. Had she had known the events that would have taken place after she left, she would have put that as her first priority. But it was so late at this hour, and there was no one else in the store. At least, none that she saw. For once she and her assistant were already up the stairs, a shadowy figure lurked around the corner. It's eyes were on the open door where the ritual took place. It saw most of what happened, the cartoon character coming to life in this world. It was an incredible power, that could bring a two-dimensional character, into the world of the living. Yes! This is what it needed! What the shadow had been looking for. The figure smiled, as the possible ideas ran through it's mind.
The woman did not know who this figure was or what their purpose was. She did not know for a long time, but she did know that this shadow had some very bad intentions. And she could only wait for the shadow to reveal itself.
CosmoK13: And that my friends is the prologue for this story. I know, I know, where the hell is Bendy?! What did this have anything to do with the story? It will be explained soon enough, for now, I hope you all enjoyed the story. I'll also be posting the first five chapters but only after chapter three of BATIM comes out. Hopefully, that shouldn't take too long, maybe a few more weeks at best. Also, I'll be posting up some comics and pictures of this story on my dA account, just type Cosmok13 deviantart Thank you all so much for your support, and please go check out some BATIM stuff, whether it's a play through, or playing the game yourself or even donating on to support theMeatly. Please stay tuned for the upcoming chapters.