I slowly regained consciousness, my body slowly waking up. The more I became conscious, the more aware I became of the dark atmosphere around me and I jumped up as quick as I could, immediately awake. Something was very off. I looked around at my location, taking note of it's old and abandoned appearance. I quickly did a self diagnostic, making sure everything worked like it should, before leaving the office like room I woke up in. and going into the hallway, instantly taking note of the posters on the wall of the hall. The little demon Bendy seemed very familiar but I shrugged it off. I walked onwards, "Hey, Slappy, do you know where we are?" I asked, only to stiffen in realization. I hadn't seen my wooden familiar since I woke up. 'Shit! How the fuck did I miss that?! He always makes a sarcastic comment once he knows I'm up, how did I not notice him being missing?!' I thought, going into panic mode, before taking a deep breathe, "Panicking is so not going to help." I scolded myself, before journing onwards. "So, first step is to find my familiar, next is to find out where the hell I am.. Lastly, get the fuck out of here with minimal damages to others, myself, and the building. Geez, now I'm talking to myself. I've gotten way to used to having Slappy around to talk to. I wonder how long I've been out though?" I said, talking to myself, before casting clockwork, to show how much time has passed, only to stare at it in horror. "I've been sleeping for a year!" I exclaimed in horror and panic, before sighing and cancelling the spell, "Great, just great, and who knows how long Slappy's been missing." I ventured onwards, discovering several things in each room, but what shocked me the most, was the large machine that was dripping in ink, and the items on the pedestals. The whole room reeked of dark magic. There were sentience spells, high level necromancy magic, and some spells that felt familiar but I couldn't name. The items were put up like idols on pedestals. It was like a summoning circle, but twisted and manipulated. I frowned, "What the hell happened here? New plan, find Slappy, then find out what happened in this building." I said, once again speaking to myself. I left the room, the magic rubbing me the wrong way.
I entered another room and found a book that read, The illusion of living. I frowned, no wonder I couldn't name some of those spells, there hadn't been enough magic behind them, and they had been used many times, so the spells had been less effective, and resulted in poor outcomes. I scowled, "someone had been playing god, someone who was fairly new at magic and used up more magic then they had, and tried creating life from pure dark magic. Whatever it was, is either dead now, or is slowly disappearing and going insane. From the amount of ink splashed around this place, I'm willing to bet, whatever it was is made of the stuff. That's just not right. I hope I can help them in anyway I can." I muttered to myself. I set the book back down onto the desk and continued on my way.
The place reeked of dark magic, and honestly, I was getting dizzy and more than a little pissed. It's been about an hour since I've woken up and with all the rooms I have searched, I have yet to find Slappy. I ducked back out into the hallway, closed my eyes and focused on the familiar bond, and an imaginary trail formed for me to follow, tugging at my gut. So far, I feel Slappy on the edge of my mind, and he was still alive.
I followed the feeling to a set of stairs that led down, down, down into an inky darkness. I took a deep breathe, steeling my nerves, before light my hand up with sun magic, before descending the stairs, with a feeling that I was walking right into trouble. I swallowed harshly. 'On Hades good name, what am I walking into?' I thought, staring into the inky black abyss before me, my magic only lighting up as far as a couple of inches away from my body. Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I followed along the small hallway, which seemed to lead to the rest of the building. It wasn't long till I reached a door. I pressed my ear against the door to listen for anyone being on the other side. At no indication, I easily turned the doorknob and entered. It seemed the power was working in this part, so I cancelled my magic out and continued onwards, the feeling in my gut growing stronger. 'I must be getting close to Slappy then.' I thought, before entering a room. It was in shambles. Ink everywhere and a pentagram was drawn on the floor. A Bendy mask was on the floor on a large puddle of ink. I frowned and turned to keep walking, leaving out of the room. There wasn't anything in there that could help. I kept walking until I found an elevator shaft. I frowned, before summoning my air magic to help slow my descent before jumping down it.. The building was old, so I doubted that the elevator worked. I followed the tugging in my gut to the bottom of the elevator shaft. Now that I was down here, something was very wrong. The place reeked of dark magic. It was smothering. I tried to shake it off and continued walking. The place was wicked wrecked. There were messages written on the walls, and posters down here just like there were on the first floor. I continued walking though, not daunted in the slightest. I had faced worse in the past then ink graffiti trying to scare me. I walked for a few more minutes, until the dark magic started to become too much and I became really dizzy. 'My Hades, not again.' I thought, as I started to pass out again, 'Damn it, I can't pass out, I have to find...my brother...' I started to fall backwards, my eyes fluttering shut. The last thing I saw was a girl with horns and ponytail with a wolf with a robot arm come towards me, as if their trying to catch me before I hit the ground, then, I know no more.