I'm so sorry this has taken forever!

Considering I was working with only five minutes of gameplay from the rest of chapter one, I really tried to make this as long as possible for you guys but Chapter three WILL be out next week to get a longer chapter into the story... from there canon will diverge more but details. For now, review answers!

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Well that's that and, once again, sorry for the short length, I will make it up to you guys, promise. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!


Fractured Memories

His parents were arguing, again. Apparently, Mummy had been asked by friends to go and do something abroad for a week and she had immediately said yes, meaning Daddy had to look after him whilst she was gone. But Daddy had to work at his studio at the time, one of the few ways that the family was getting money in to pay for bills and the essentials.

"Look, Henry, I am leaving tomorrow and that's that," Mummy crossed her arms and looked down at him. "Take Ash with you to work if you have to or ask Samuel to babysit…"

"Samuel is in Pallet Town, we're here in Saffron," Daddy groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he talked – something Daddy did when a headache was coming on. "Fine, I'll take him to work with me but you can't do this again."

"Thank you Henry, I am so sorry to pile this on you but it's one of my last chances for freedom, you know?" Mummy was somewhat relieved by that, didn't she want to be with him and Daddy? He looked up at Daddy with a slight whimper behind his throat, leading the older male to pick him up into a big bear hug.

"Looks like it's you and me kiddo," No matter how angry he could get at Mummy for doing daft things, Daddy never was angry at him, not ever. "How about you see the place I work at, where I make my amazing animations you love so much?" Wait, back up, did Daddy say the place he works? That place was supposed to be the most magical thing alive, where cartoons were brought to life.

"Yeah!" He grinned, hugging his Daddy back. Maybe a week without Mummy wouldn't be so bad after all.

~0~o~0~

The drive over to Sillyvision Studios was an eventful one for Henry, who couldn't help but smile at his hyperactive three-year-old in the back who was singing along happily to some of the songs made by the company he worked for. Due to being a member of staff, he was allowed free access to movie screenings on premiere nights, and always brought his family along with him. Parking in his designated space allowed Henry close access to the entrance, which was helpful when you had a child coming along with you. Sillyvision did tours of the studios sometimes, but staff parking was always near the front with department heads getting their own bays.

The moment Ash stepped out of the car, he instantly changed his personality from a confident, excited young boy to the shyest thing you could even imagine. He clung to his father's trousers, using them as a shield to protect him from the unfamiliar faces he was bound to meet inside. Henry said a quick hello to the rest of his team, who threw the greeting back at him as he led his son into his secluded workspace. Pulling out spare crayons and paper to keep his curious son entertained, Henry handed the items over before getting started with his work whilst completely forgetting about the two visitors who liked to pop into his area every now and again.

For a couple of hours, everything was peaceful. Henry got to complete some of the frames for the upcoming Bendy movie whilst Ash was drawing whatever his imaginative three year old mind could come up with, some characters of which Henry considered putting forward to Joey for their next feature length film. Just as they were taking a lunch break, someone stood behind Henry with their shadow falling over him which made him turn around.

"Gosh Henry, ya only now taking a lunch break?" Somehow, the life filled body of the cartoon wolf, Boris, was standing behind him and, at a glance, Henry seemed pretty cool with it. "Ya need to stop pushin' yourself so much."

"Yeah, too much slag and next to no fun time," A shorter figure, that of the main attraction of the studios named Bendy, agreed from beside Boris. "Ooo! Who's this little cutie?" His black, pie slice cut-out eyes turned to the boy sat on a cushion on the floor, staring up at the cartoon characters in awe.

"This little bundle of trouble is my son, Ash," Henry replied before taking a bite out of his sandwich, ignoring the sparkling eyes of the little devil. "I've told you two about him before."

"Why is he here?" Boris asked in confusion, rubbing his chin with his gloved hand. "I thought Delia looked after him whilst ya worked?"

"Well she's off on a cruise with her friends whilst I'm looking after our son," The man took another bite before swallowing it down with a swish of canned lemonade. "Joey will kill me when he finds out I've done this but I have no other choice."

"I see, I see…" Boris knelt down gently beside the child, trying not to scare him. "Hi there, ya more cuter than ya Daddy told us ya'd be."

"Boris? You're alive?! Awesome!" The wolf couldn't help but laugh at Ash's enthusiasm and complete lack of common sense that would be nagging at him as to why cartoon characters were alive. Children truly did bring out the magic in everything.

"Course I am, Bendy and I both are," Turning to his fellow living cartoon, Boris gave Bendy a firm stare that told him to be nice and to not scare Henry's kid. Bendy, being the kind and gentle sole that he was known to be – all the staff members who he had pranked would argue otherwise – put on his award winning grin and made his own introduction.

"Well hello there, I'm Bendy!" The ink demon held his hand out for the toddler to shake. "I can tell the two of us are going to cause so much mischief together!"

~0~o~0~

The memories slowly faded away as consciousness came crashing down on him like a ten-foot wave. Aches and pains blossomed across his body, with the most painful ending up in his shoulder. Ash pushed himself up, wincing at the feeling of the broken boards digging into his legs. Looking up, the blinking lights of the mineshaft he had just fallen down acted as flashes of mockery to his situation. Having fallen through meant that there was no return to the exit, he was truly trapped down somewhere under the studio. If only he wasn't so dumb enough to leave without his Pokémon, one of them could have flown him up the mineshaft to freedom. However, he didn't have his friends with him, meaning that he was supposed to survive down in the depths until someone called the police to report him missing and get him out.

With sudden movement sending a jarring motion through his body, Ash soon realised that he hadn't come out of the fall entirely unscathed. His right arm was in agony, especially in his shoulder, with a numb feeling forming in his fingers. Carefully, he turned his head over to the limb and groaned at the disfigurement of his shoulder area. His arm was dislocated from its socket. This wasn't the first time he had dislocated his arm, meaning that he knew how to rectify the problem quickly thanks to Brock's teachings. Slowly gearing himself up for the task, he painfully held his arm out straight and pushed it in as hard as he could.

The popping sound of the joints reconnecting was barely hearable over the scream of agony that followed.

Whilst a stabbing pain was still making itself very much apparent to the teenager, he knew it would die down over time and he'd start to feel better sooner than if he left it out of place. Apart from a few bruises and cuts he couldn't do anything to now, all injuries had seemingly been sorted out and attended to a suitable degree which would allow him to move again. Now that he could move, he could find a way out of here.

The room he had fallen into was barren, some items were leant up against a door as an effective barricade sealing him inside. A pipe flowing with ink stuck out of one of the walls, matching splatters that covered corners and messed papers that were stuck in abundance onto the wall. A entrance way was just a bit away from where he was sitting, the opening led to a staircase set that led deeper into the studio, but that was the only way he could go.

Pushing himself up into a standing position, Ash tried to hide a groan of pain as he did so since he knew he wasn't the only being inside the place and any noise could led the others to his location, picking him off whilst he was his most defenceless. He couldn't let that happen, not now that he could run away and try and find a way out of here properly. Hobbling out of the blocked off room, he headed towards the stairs with a renewed sense of determination.

The stairs spiralled in on themselves, one of them containing a valve that released the pressure on one of the ink pipes. Lights flicked every now and then, revealing the true despair that the studio had fallen under due to years of abandonment. Every step resulted in a creak between the floorboards, the sound echoing louder due to the enclosed space it was allowed to rebound off of, the walls thick even though they seemed to be made out of flimsy wood. Ink dripped down from cracks between the ceiling, creating puddles that spread out in all directions due to the vast amount there was of the stuff.

The stairs led to a dead end, with only one door with the wall on the opposite side of it falling to pieces, light flooding through the empty spaces. With nothing else to do, and the only way out of the cornered position he was now in, Ash gently twisted the knob on the door only to sigh in relief as it was open and – unlike most of the other doors in the studios – was accessible for entering. Using his only arm that wasn't still in total agony, he pushed the door wide open, revealing another ink splattered, barren room. A few barrels littered the place but, other than that, it seemed empty with the corridor leading it to another space boarded off from view.

Ash sighed deeply with the belief that he was indefinitely trapped, locked between two dead ends he couldn't change to suit his wishes. His body hurt too much to try and chop through the boards of wood using naught but his hands and legs, nor could he move the barricade of the other door considering the fact it may be locked as well. At least for now he could use the new room with a closable door as a safe resting spot, just in case the things that were stuck inside with him tried to come after him.

Upon entering the room, his relief of a spot to rest turned into joy at the sight of an axe resting upon hooks nailed into the wall that couldn't be seen from outside. Like most of the things in the place, it was made of wood but sharp with black metal reinforcements. Considering how flimsy some of the floors and ceilings were, it was a gift from the heavens meaning that forwards was an option he now had to use. Picking it up with his left hand, the teenager took a trial swing, surprised at how lightweight the weapon actually was. He turned to face the boarded-up corridor with a grin, he was going to have so much fun with this.

Walking up to the boards, his eyes caught another ink written message on a clear space of undamaged wall. This one wasn't as cheery as the one upstairs, instead having the message that 'The creator lied to us'. Ash stumbled a bit, frowning at the ambiguous choice of wording. Who was the creator? The creator of the studios, the creator of the cartoons? Was it referring to Joey or maybe even his father, Henry, who abandoned the place after an argument with the big boss man himself. He was the head of animation so could be considered the creator.

Pushing the words into the back of his head for now, he raised the axe with his good hand and began to chop everything down that was in his path. Board after board split in two, clearing the way for him to freedom, to safety. A candle flicked in the bend ahead, lighting the way to yet another door that had a board placed over it. With one last swing the board across the door fell, making way for the door behind it to swing open as if by magic.

One look inside what was locked away scared Ash immediately. Two coffins lay propped against the wall that was dead centre to his position, candles lay lit around the edge of some kind of demonic summoning circle painted out of ink, telling him that whomever he was trapped with was not sane in the mind at all. The surroundings began to shake violently, almost causing him to fall to the floor. Ash didn't want to move, knowing that stepping towards the painted symbol on the floor would cause a catastrophic event, knowing his luck with these kind of things. His plan was to stay in that spot until the quaking ended and walk around it to get to the other side.

That was until hands pushed him forwards.

He stumbled a couple of steps, just enough to make his toes connect with the ink of the outer ring of the circle on the ground. Images flashed through his mind, one of the ink machine, another of a wheelchair, the last being Bendy, face covered in ink just staring at him with that now creepily familiar smile permanently etched onto his face. Soon after the last image faded from his brain, his limbs stopped responding. His vision blackened as he crumpled to the floor, letting go of the axe in his hand. Just before he succumbed to the darkness, Ash was sure he could make out a figure hovering above him as his eyes closed.

"Now then… how did such a pure being like yourself end up in a place like this?"Staring down at the boy, curled in on himself in the deepest depths of sleep, the figure knelt beside him. With a gentle caress of the cheek they stood up, smirking at the little smudge of ink left in the wake of their actions. "Such a pure, white lamb… so beautiful… so delicate…" They finally turned away from him, looking at the path the boy had just come down with another wide and creepy grin widening on their face. "So much work to do, so little time…" As the left, they muttered some words which grew louder and louder with each repetition.

"Sheep, sheep, sheep, it's time for sleep. Rest your head, it's time for bed…"