Two reviews? Thanks a bunch guys! It's just an idea that went to my head. It was the longest chapter of my life so forgive me for some mistakes.

Random BATIM Fan, thanks for reminding me of that XD I forgot Leo's dyslexic but my point was some of the words were incomprehensible or unreadable or difficult to read was because a) it was in English b) Joey's handwriting/anybody who wrote those words was quick and hurried.

The book was explainable, because some words were in Ancient Greek but the words on the wall? Let's say it's part of the plot's convenient details because let's face it, things don't make sense in the studio. (I mean, the son of the god of machinery, which basically runs all the way below the workshop, will still struggle.) Leo will still battle monsters like Bertrum Piedmont and the Projectionist and his magic toolbelt will probably(?) malfunction and operate in the most appropriate and weirdest times.

We'll also deal with that issue now :)

So let's get it on with the story!


Disclaimer:

Nope, I learned my lesson, I DON'T OWN BATIM OR PJO!

(also tell me which couple should I put in here ;)

*puppet whacks me in the head and glares*


Leaning in closer to the tape recorder with hands shaking, Leo tried to read the quiet, messy and small message written on a white strip of tape that looked like it was slapped on the top in a hurry. His mind re-arranged the letters slowly, reading: "Wally Franks: Diary Tape 1."

Wally Franks? Who the Hades was Wally Franks?

He didn't have any difficulty reading the weird inscriptions on the walls before. He rubbed his eyes and opened them wide, repeating this three times. Holy Hephaestus, this place was breaking every law of reality or atleast every law he knew atleast was part of reality.

He needed to take a break from magical/monster/illogical interactions. Can't they just leave him alone for once in a while?

Suddenly, the once still recorder began blaring out a loud and rambled message as Leo covered his ears with his hands, blocking out the horrible sound. When the loud sound ended, Leo came to a conclusion: older technology sucks.

He would've loved to say he borrowed a pair of needlenose pliers, a roll of scotch tape and a small screwdriver set and fixed it in the few but then the laws of reality in the studio was stupid. His precious magical toolbelt either a) spat out wads of screws or nails or b) refused to give him what he wanted. It took him four tries, a few pricked fingers and a lot of cursing and tripping around scattered pieces of bolts to actually just pull the things he needed to fix the horribly damaged tape recorder.

He opened the cassette desk and began fixing things, pulling the cassette tape and began fiddling with it. For a few long minutes, he finished it, put the tape back and pressed play.

At this point, I don't get what Joey's plan is for this company, a man's voice in a Brooklyn accent loudly drawled as Leo sighed in relief, wiping his hands on a rag. The animations sure aren't being finished on time anymore. And I certainly don't see why we meed this machine. It's noisy, it's messy. And who needs that much ink anyways? Also, get this, Joey had each of us donate something from our work station. We put them on these little pedestals in the break room. "To help appease the gods," Joey says. Keep things going. I think he's lost his mind, but, hey, he writes the checks. But I tell you what, if one more of these pipes burst, I'm out of here. Static crackled before he realized the tape stopped playing. He stood there, taking in the newly heard information.

He absolutely had no idea on what to do now. How many work stations were there? How many pedestals does he have to occupy? How many items per pedestal?

Wally's diary tape told him something... and he bet his magical tool belt that Wally's information something had to do with powering the Ink Machine.

And of course, the idiotic Stoll brothers had to just make this prank more harder. Why would they need an Ink Machine anyways? Print dozens of flyers declaring the secrets of their pranks? That wasn't bad. Leo would have wanted one. Or maybe to make it spit ink? Make camp overflow with ink? Soak the Iris cabin or the Ares cabin or the Poseidon cabin in ink? They would be angry.

Leo put a hand to his head, feeling an incoming headache. Gods, he had to stop thinking about the Stolls' overly complicated pranks.

At least Wally's tape made some sense. Would it make sense if Leo couldn't decide whether to still try and turn on the machine?

Leo summoned a small fire in his hands. At least he still had his fiery hands. And maybe burn some of those creepy Bendy cardboard cutouts on the way.

Suddenly, his fire spluttered and grew smaller, swaying to some great invisible wind. His fire flickered one time before a drop of ink rolled on his hand and put out his flame.

Leo gaped at it in surprise. Did the ink just read his mind?

Stop being scared, Leo, he chided himself, summoning a claw hammer from his tool belt that seemed to finally give him what he wanted. He handled a giant dragon, a hot girl that kissed him, being dead, having the physician's cure, turning Gaea into a giant smoking sludge of dirt and being hunted by monsters and giants. He could handle freaky ink. He faced much, much worse than this.

He sauntered down the hall, armed with his claw hammer as he went into various rooms and collected things that seemed important from each workstations.

About an hour later, Leo grunted, his arms full of items that could possibly be used in what Wally called the break room. Coming to the doorway of the room, he set down an old record, a tape recorder, a cassette tape, a big fountain pen and a little Bendy plushie he found.

He placed them on their respective columns based on the pictures behind them, seeing spotlights shine on the Bendy plush and the old record. Frowning, he took off the cassette tape, the fountain pen and the tape recorder.

Maybe something else than the fountain pen? Wait... he recalled seeing a small bottle of ink intact in the art room. Maybe it could work?

He turned to the pedestal where he put the cassette tape and tape recorder in. It showed a picture of a gear behind the column. He assumed it would be somewhere near that had gears. Maybe it was looking for a literal gear?

He stuck his hand in his tool belt and desperately wished for a gear. When his hand found something hard and round, he excitedly lifted his hand out and was rewarded with the sign of a small gear. He placed it on the pedestal, crossed his fingers and...

Nothing happened. Leo huffed, taking the gear back in the tool belt's pocket. Maybe it needed a literal gear that came from inside the studio?

He glanced at the pedestal on the far right (A/N I forgot which direction). The picture behind it was a large wrench.

Wait. A wrench?

He brought out the large wrench he got from the gory Boris earlier from his tool belt's pocket and examined it. It was identical to the one in the picture!

Excited, Leo put the wrench on the pedestal. Instantly, a bright light settled itself on the wrench.

Well. Two more pedestals to go.

He passed the hallway, and went down another, going in the art room and looking for the small ink bottle he had spotted there before.

He frowned and began upturning desks, sometimes finding an empty jar. He went down on his knees and began looking for the bottle of ink. Finally, he spotted it underneath a large joint table, which was three tables away from him.

He excitedly grabbed it, and opened, finding it still full of ink. He turned it in his hands, looking for some sort of damage like most items here but was instead met with a skull painted on the label.

Oh, yikes. Leo was back from finding normal items to handling magical poison again. Yay.

(Note the sarcasm.)

Leo patted in inside his tool belt's pocket. He took a step forward and found himself almost tripping over something his tool belt spat out. (A/N why do i like the idea of leo tripping around?)

He took the item from the floor, which was the ink jar.

Ohhhh okay. His tool belt was also back to malfunctioning again. Hooray.

He passed a room on the way, found a gear lying innocently on a table and gripped it tight in his hand with the ink jar, his other hand holding the claw hammer.

He came back to the room, placed the items on their proper pedestals and instantly bright lights fell upon them. He went to pull the lever down, yet nothing happened. "C'mon," he grunted, pulling it down.

Oh Styx. What was he supposed to do next?

He looked down at the lever, noticing the lever that had been previously labeled LOW POWER now read LOW INK PRESSURE.

At the back of his mind, he remembered a room down the hall where there was an ink pressure machine. Maybe that was the next step?

Oh, stop it, Leo, his mind hissed at him. You have to stop what you're doing and GET THE HADES OUTTA HERE!*

Leo reprimanded his worrisome mind. We fix this ink machine and the Stolls get us out of here. Sound good?

No, it doesn't sound good, his mind angrily shot back. Those Stolls are pranksters! How do you know they'll get you out when you finish?

Oh, his very negative mind. Leo made it shut up and focus on the task at hand. He went outside the break room and froze, a shiver traveling up his spine.

The Bendy cutout that was leering at him before with that creepy smile that he had punched straight in the eye?

Now gone.

Leo would be relieved that it was gone because at some point in this studio, he hated these Bendy cutouts.

But this was somehow more unsettling. Probably the fact it disappeared out of nowhere? Or the fact it was very quiet in the studio, assuming Leo had been alone, someone took it without him hearing even with his enhanced senses (thanks to his demi-godliness).

Yep. Leo was sure of it. This place was creepy and as haunted as the House of Hades.

Probably even creepier and much more haunted.

He tried to squish his fear down. "Hahaha. Very, very funny prank, Connor. Very funny, Travis," he said out loud, even thought he had this gut feeling that the Stolls were nowhere near him. Heck, he had a suspicion that they were nowhere near this studio.

Okay, he had to finish fixing this Ink Machine quickly then get the Hades out of here.

He approached the hallway, almost breaking into a run as he felt the beads of sweat run down his forehead, the cold, stale air hitting him.

Almost there, he thought grimly, going faster when, oh my gods, he saw a Bendy cardboard cutout bearing its signature cheshire grin peek out from the corner with absolutely no sound of someone moving it behind it.

Leo squeaked and slid to stop inches from the said corner as it disappeared from view, feeling his heart beat wildly.

Oh gods. This wasn't made by the Stolls. They were extreme pranksters but none of their pranks in the pranking history of Camp Half-Blood (every evidence of every prank they ever set up was set up in Chiron's office) was this extreme.

Leo clutched at the front of his shirt, gulping for air, refusing to go into the corridor anymore.

This was the Labyrinth. He was sure of that. Was Pasiphae around here? Did Hazel's trapdoor made Pasiphae disappear here? As far as he knew, only Pasiphae could make people see things like that. Wait. There were the Hecate kids and Hazel too.

Oh, darn. What did he do this time? How and when did he have so many enemies?

He ripped open his tool belt's pockets, desperate to find a weapon. It went back to malfunctioning, occasionally spitting out oil rags and bolts before he found one decent large hammer he could use to whack those Bendy cutouts in the face.

He took a deep breath and cautiously turning around the corner and swung his hammer to find it clear of the Bendy cutout. There was nobody in the viewing room. Instead, the Bendy cutout was now propped up on the wall, smiling wide and smug at him.

Okay. Leo's nerves were now officially on fire.

He put a foot inside the room and alert for some traps triggered by his foot. Instead, the projector in the room flickered on and a Bendy cartoon began to play. The whistles echoed throughout the large and empty studio and its hallways while Leo felt shivers run up and down his spine as he listened to the eerie music fill his ears, as he watched it hop up and down and pump its arms.

He suddenly slapped himself. "Snap out of it!" He gritted out, forcing his legs to rush towards the lever.

He swore on the River Styx that the eyes of the Bendy playing on the projector was watching every move of his, burning a hole in Leo's back as he gripped the handle of the lever.

He needed to get out of here. No prank was this extreme. This wasn't some messed up stuff set up by anybody. Not an attraction that people left sitting either.

No. This place had to be haunted. It was the only explanation for it.

"Remember what this thing wants you to do. Turn on the machine, look at it, fix whatever problem its having then request to leave. Stop being an idiot and leave." He closed his eyes and pushed the lever.

A loud screech made Leo cringe as his eyes opened in realization as he heard the pipes' creaks and groans of incoming ink bursting. Soon, the pipes above the spot he was standing on groaned one more time and Leo dashed out of the way as the pipe burst, gallons of dark ink pouring into the room.

Leo only leapt up a table, trying to keep his balance as his mind questioned what was happening before him. What the Hades? How were pipes filled with ink?

"What now?" He said out loud, trying to keep his balance as the ink steadily rose. He had to get out of here now.

He leapt down and landed not-so-smoothly at the edge of the Bendy cutout, groaning as he clutched his hand that broke the fall. He glanced at up at the cutout and at the projector, feeling eeriness as he swore he saw their grins grow wider and sinister as they stared into him, boring holes in his head.

He took a gamble and ran out of the room as fast as he can, not caring as his feet splashed forcefully against the steadily rising flood of ink that begun to gather in the hallway.

His vision was getting blurry, but it was probably from the loads of ink that had gathered, making everything seem darker. His heart seemed to beat wildly. His body was soaked in sweat and ink was sticking his clothes to his skin. His nerves jumped in fear as he listened to another boom above him and swerved to avoid being drenched.

When he got out of this, Leo promised himself to get a reality check or test himself for insanity.

Why? All of this was strange.

Not strange in a way about fighting monsters daily and being half-god. This was a different kind of strange. He fell in an abandoned studio. He was lured into turning on this crazy and complex ink machine. The gory Boris in the ritual room. The seven pedestals. The strange book of random scribbles written and vandalized with crazy sayings.

More importantly, the Bendy cutout that always followed him everywhere.

His nerves relaxed, as he almost let out a laugh. The absurdity of the events happening to him was familiar to him. He was running from something he didn't know. He was running from differently weird challenges. It was the same cycle he played all his demigod life.

This is familiar territory, he reminded himself. It always turns out alright in the end.

But why does he still have the strange urge to turn on the machine, which was probably the worst mistake and decision he could ever made (besides drinking the physician's cure).

Ugh. His brain hurt and was at breaking point because he could not make up his indecisive mind. Should he turn it on and face the consequences? Or should he just find a way to get the Hades out of here?

He ran towards the hall towards the exit when his mind made him stop and freeze.

You tried, his mind reasoned. And failed. How would you barge out the door when your mechanical tool belt back then wasn't malfunctioning yet and you couldn't get out.

He bit his lip, staring at the inky flood gathering at his feet.

It took him a few moments to compose himself, make up a decision and steel his nerves for the possibilities of danger that could be up ahead as his mind basically went: Oh screw it, you're trapped in here anyways, just work with what you have and go on an adventure.

His ADHD was sometimes annoying. Sometimes, he just wanted to rip it out of his system and stop being reckless.

Living a life full of danger is normal for a demigod like him. Solving puzzles and putting pieces together was part of it. Or discover and fix the problem of the Ink Machine.

"And if it works and begins exploding, just let it destroy itself and this place," he grumbled as he crept back down the hall and back into the creepy hallways as he found himself walking to the big room.

"You'd think this large place could've put up a window or two," he noted as he got out a mini-flashlight out of his tool belt's seemingly functioning pocket as used the light to lit up the way now obscured by ink.

He took a deep breath and ventured forward and cussed Joey Drew's name. Apparently, the former studio owner thought it would be fun for hopeless people like Leo to wander around as he turned the already confusingly creepy building into a full-out haunted maze.

Another thing? Genius himself also turned the Ink Machine as the main power source of the place. He could very much see it due to the pipes weaving in different unnoticeable places.

He really needed to turn on the machine and fix it or something. The sooner he was out of here, the better.

And maybe get someone who could rebuild the studio and chase out whatever weird and creepy was lurking inside. Maybe even get a priest to bless the whole place.

Probably holy water was what those demonic cardboard Bendy cutouts were all that was needed to scare them off. Wait... how would he know what a cutout was afraid of?!

He glimpsed the room with the dead Boris, the ink filling up the room as the corpse was left to rot, the candles softly illuminating his gory form.

Leo winced and quickly darted down the hall. If this really was haunted, the last thing he needed was a dead and very mutated Boris creature chasing after him in the dark.

He entered the big room, the small screen beside the lever flashed READY at him. "No turning back," he breathed, touching the metal handle.

This would be the best time to ask your dad to help you, his mind told him hopefully.

He squeezed his eyes shut. "Dad? If you hear me, help me out! I don't know what to do now... can you give me a hand?"

He opened his eyes and found the lever glowing, as if his dad was encouraging him to pull it down.

He then pulled it down a little forcefully, venting his irritation at the situation as the room going completely dark, making Leo's heart sink. Did the lever somehow malfunction? Did he cut the power? Did he ruin his chance to get out?

No, he firmly decided, feeling the machinery move and creak before the sounds of gears turning and the machine groaning filled the room. He pushed his way through the ink as the pipes above clanged, the dark liquid raining down. Some pipes leaked so much, that the ink steadily rose quicker than before.

He suddenly felt an urge to run when he remembered the floorboards were rotten and might collapse under him. But with all the ink that was gathering, it was a miracle that the floorboards weren't broken yet. Now he got why employees kept complaining. Everybody on the lower floors might've been swimming in ink.

This place was about to drown in ink. And now Leo has to stabilize that stupid machine that leaks and spits out so much ink. Or probably fix the pipes? Maybe the one that lured him mistook him for a plumber? Because he sure as heck doesn't know how to fix pipes.

"Just take a look at the Ink Machine, fix whatever thing that's needed, see what you can do and get the Hades out of here," he mumbled, navigating his way through the inky maze. "Let the machine destroy this damned place. And if that doesn't work, grab all Bendy cutouts you can, get out of here, burn the studio down and personally drown the little cardboard abominations in flames," he mused. That was the best thought he had today.

He turned the corner to the Ink Machine room and his step faltered.

What the Hades?

Someone was definitely here with him. Because there's no way boards could've magically appeared, boarding up the entrance to the Ink Machine room.

Wait, there was a possibility. But even if it was magic, boards were very loud. And being alone in this studio (fine, one of the only possible two people inside), he could've heard it hammering itself in place, heard above all the sounds the pipes were emitting. When did this happen?

But, still. Someone had boarded up the entrance while he was gone. But why? Leo couldn't think of any reason to barricade the entrance. The only thing that was dangerous inside was the machine, right? It couldn't grow any legs and arms and storm through the entrance. Or could it?

He carefully approached it, clutching his hammer with both hands and ready to swing it

"Hello?" Leo let out a call holding his breath. Suddenly, he stopped talking and turned around to feeling something tugging at his pants leg. He let out a sigh of relief as he found it was just stuck on a loose floorboard. He began tugging at it in irritation with one hand when suddenly, something began to tug at his left sleeve.

"Don't tell me the boards are the monsters in here," he groaned as he tore his pant leg in other to get free and turning around.

He let out a startled yell, the shout dying in his throat as his heart plummeted to his stomach in absolute fear when he saw a razor sharp clawed hand grip his sleeve. Pulling itself up from it's railing, it revealed a monstrous six feet of inky and ugly glory of a body.

He thought the 'body' of ink basically just clumped together by a toddler was creepy enough but when the head turned around a hundred and eighty degrees to show it's face and face him...

If he wasn't petrified in fear before, well, he was now absolutely frozen and petrified in fear.

Ink was dripping down in thick* clumps down his body. It towered a good foot over him. The head formed two horns curved inward, looking almost familiar. As the ink continued to drip down the face, a chill ran down his back when he glimpsed a twisted, maniacal and crazed grin, full of teeth that looked as if it had been sketched.

His blood suddenly went cold when he realized the thing's face. It was a very twisted, a very deformed and a monster version of this studio's very own mascot. It looked like the famous cartoon that had been drawn in these very halls.

It was Bendy, the Little Devil Darling.

His grip on his hammer loosened in surprise and it slipped from his hands, drowning in the rapidly rising ink.

They stared at each other for a moment before the monster lunged at him from the boards, its clawed hands grabbing at his sleeve.

A small part of his mechanic brain stupidly questioned how a non-living ink machine managed to spit out a figure, deformed, yet alive and now immortalized* and praised the builder for making an incredible machine while about eighty percent of his brain was slapping him and screaming at him that YOU'RE IN DANGER LEO, WHAT THE HECK DO THINK YOU'RE THINKING, YOU SHOULD BE RUNNING LIKE HADES IS CHASING AFTER YOU RIGHT NOW!

Leo, now weaponless, responded to his brain's complaints as 'Bendy' tore the boards apart and ran after him. Leo blindly turned around and took off running down the inky halls.

It seemed like this Bendy could control or, at least, influence the ink. The ink on the walls seem to thicken and drip ink uncontrollably, the ink reaching his knees now as Bendy came closer.

He looked over his shoulder to find Bendy quickly limping towards him, the grin on his face like a predator finally about to eat its prey. He quickly ducked over a falling floorboard and turned the corner, blindly navigating the inky place.

He reached the main room, panting and making a mistake to look up.

The whole studio was beginning to fall apart. The ink itself was destroying the whole place. What the heck was happening to him right now?

He stole another glance at his shoulder to see if Bendy was still following him, his nerves jumping as the abomination turned the corner with a limp, slowly dragging itself towards him with a limp as the ink on the walls turned darker.

It lazily flashed a sinister grin, almost mocking him.

Leo's blood boiled with anger. He wanted to strangle this weird creature that he basically created by turning on the Ink Machine. He wanted to smash that cocky grin in.

Leo stopped in his tracks, which made Bendy stop limping, raising its shoulders in a slow way as if asking Leo what was he doing.

Leo pointed at the creature. "Back away," he said, summoning a small fire that danced at his fingertips as Bendy froze. Small droplets of ink tried to put out the flame, but Leo made imagined a hotter fire that burned the ink. "Stay away," he croaked out loud.

He imagined burning down this inky creature once and for all, and if the floor and walls caught fire, he was immune to it. But yeah, no, Leo decided, eyeing the exit, his heart soaring. He didn't want to be killed by floorboards and gods-know-how-many Bendy cutouts that decided to fall on him and crush him for revenge.

He didn't hesitate and bolted to the door, as the door slightly was ajar, as if beckoning him to run to freedom.

And one thing Leo knew about himself? His mind was faster than anyone else, but his body? Couldn't follow his thoughts.

His mind immediately alerted him about the rotten weakened floorboards directly in front of the door. The one that he needed to avoid that creaked and groaned dangerously when he previously fell on it before. It managed to hold up before, but with the black ink straining to be free against the mismatched boards that had been used to hold up the dilapidated walls?

It was a wonder it managed to hold up the ink.

The weight of the gallons of ink combined with his own weight, it shattered as soon as his foot hit it.

Only one thought flew through his mind as he tried to do anything, jump, hop, latch on to something. 'I'm screwed', he thought, eyes widening in surprise as he felt gravity pull him down. 'I'm going to die with nobody knowing.'

Broken boards, clumps of ink and cobwebs flashed through his eyes as he seemingly tumbled endlessly in the deep hole, plunging deeper underneath the studio as he gasped in pain as he hit sudden boards that stuck out of nowhere hard, causing him to lose focus of his trip down.

If he cussed Joey Drew's name before, he now wanted to kill the old studio founder.

Suddenly, his ADHD kicked in. If it weren't for it, he would've been instantly skewered already. He avoided a large sharp board, ducked and rolled, his body being completely submerged in the inky flood, his breath knocked out of him as he hit the flood hard.

The ink had absorbed most of the fall, but it didn't stop the fiery hot pain throbbing in his legs and shooting up his spine as his feet touched the floor, splinters here and there embedding itself in his arms as he flailed around.

Out of all the things he had to land on, why did it have to be his left pocket that he forgot had held a few drachmas?

He stumbled around in pain, falling on his backside several times while shrieking "OUCH!" as he painfully touched his left lower leg. Maybe broken? Out of all things that he could've have, why a broken leg? He still needed to run away from - from whatever inky creature that was.

He took a few deep breaths. He never had an injury whenever he fell. Not when he even landed in Ogygia. Maybe a big migraine, a couple bruises and a few scratches but that was nothing he could handle and nothing he could fix.

But this time? A week at most, and a day at best. He weakly patted his pockets, wishing for some ambrosia.

Apparently, he forgot his pocket didn't extend to food. He sat there for hours in agony while listening to his stomach growl in hunger.

Man. He really did deserve to get that double platinum card for crashing/falling/landing.

When a million years suddenly passed, he looked up and squinted at the faint source of light that came from the hole above. Ink slowly oozed out of the sides and fell down on him. Why did it look so far away from him? It was just as tall as Festus... maybe a few stories higher.

The question was... how the Hades did he survive that fall?

He shivered as he looked up, expecting the monster to jump down and chase him. Oh no... he had a very distinct demigodly scent. Plus, he was probably the only thing alive in this studio.

If Bendy was on his trail... well. He had to move.

He groaned in pain as he waddled through the room, looking for something useful. Luckily, the Fates left him a clue: another tape secretly hiding in the corner of the room.

He squinted at the label to read it. Unlike the other signs that were easily readable (at least readable due to his ADHD not acting up), it seemed like the label on this tape wasn't affected by some sort of magic that allowed him to read signs and whatnot.

But even as he squinted at it, he couldn't make it out. There was barely any light in here. He couldn't even see ten inches in front of him.

If only some goddess gave him some light source, heck, he would even settle for a rainbow...

His eyes lit up as he painfully dug his palm in his back pocket. Jackpot! He brought out one drachma, holding it up in the faint light.

A drachma. A drachma! He could get out of here! Iris message Chiron, get him to send campers to help him out. Yeah... that sounded good! All he had to do was wait for help then!

He hopefully looked around the room for some sign that there was a source of water. Maybe there was a restroom or a water pipe in here he could use to make an Iris message?

But if there was at least one usable source of water, it was probably submerged underneath the inky flood.

He pocketed the shiny drachma once more. It'll come in handy later.


I'M SORRY I FORGOT THIS BIG CHAPTER THAT I WANTED TO FINISH BUT I COULDN'T BECAUSE STUPID EXAMS AND SUCH AND I SWEAR I'LL WRAP UP CHAPTER ONE AND START CHAPTER TWO IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!

DEAR GOSH, I'M SORRY GUYS DX