Disclaimer: I don't own Bendy that belongs to The Meatly and Mike Mood, I don't own Pokemon that belongs to Game Freak, I don't own Harry Potter that belongs to JK Rowling. I will never own these fandoms never.
Ok, so I never done this before. I'm not as good an animator like my grandfather so I'm definitely not a good writer. But Buddy said writing things down really helps sometimes. Ashok even says this might one day be a history book for kids at Hogwarts...I am so sorry for that.
Anyway my name is Harriet, Harry Linda Stein...at least it was the name I chose and nobody knew that until I became eleven. And ever since I was a little girl...I knew I was different...I guess I should start at the beginning
It was raining, no I guess the better word would be it was pouring. A small town that was just such a small town that no one would notice. Cobble dirt ground with a rattata scurrying around near the trash cans. Brown buildings made of stone held by a timber frame with brick chimneys that would puff out smoke were unlit as it pours. Each house had a brass number, the better looking building in the whole town had a brass number 4.
In number 4 was a family of three, the man of the house Vermon Dursley. He was a large man, about the size of a Hippowdon. He had dark brown hair and a large bushy mustache that matches. With beady little brown eyes, you could tell that he was looking down on you. This man works in a company that made drills in the next town over, so it is rare when he is at home.
His wife's name is Petunia Elizabeth Dursley nee Evans. A tall woman whose neck resembles that of a Girafarig and teeth like a Mudsdale. Her blonde curly hair was short only going to the back of her neck. Her blue eyes, which she uses to spy on her neighbors to get any dirt on them.
They had a son, who not surprisingly was the size of a baby wailmer, with the way they kept feeding him. His name was Dudley Vernon Dursley, already looking like his father but with his mother's coloring. People in the town worry that he will turn out just like his dad, a bully.
To many, the Durselys of number 4 were like any normal family of Surrey. A hard working family of three, nothing out of the ordinary ever happens to them, so it was quite a surprise when a huge Staraptor flew down in front of number 4.
"James ...are you sure about this? My sister hates anything about me...she will say no if we tell her to take care of Harriet…" a young woman that many would call beautiful had blazing red hair, which was now clinging to her face. She wore a light cream gown with brown sleeves. Her green eyes stared at the man who got off of the Staraptor, while keeping ahold of the wiggling bundle of blankets in her arms.
The man, wearing a brown leather tunic with a long dark red cloak turned his blue eyes at the woman. His dark brown hair which was usually standing up was now flat and clinging to his face,
"It's the best option for us Lily. We can't have her dragging us down..it's bad enough we have to keep Aster because I need an heir for the Corporation, and the fact that people force us to have kids early because of the war. Harriet will be fine..even Dumbledore says this is a good idea! We can focus on our jobs and train Aster. And this is legal! We're not taking away her rights to go to Hogwarts, her tuition is still paid for, she has an account in Gringotts. We are allowed to do this!". James said to the woman now known as Lily as he walks towards the door to number 4.
"That still doesn't mean that Petunia will take her! She isn't going to agree to this! As soon as she opens the door and sees us she is going to slam it right in our faces!" she almost screams in frustration that her husband was once again not listening to her.
"Well that won't happen," he says as he stops at the front door. Lily raises an eyebrow when he turns to her with that same convincing winning smile on his face. Then to her shock he takes the baby from her arms and then places her on the doormat.
"...You got to be kidding me. I know we are an old fashioned Region but really? Leaving a baby on a doorstep?"
"Hey? If it works, it works! And even if they drop her in an orphanage or something it's not our problem!"
"I...I don't know James...we..could get in trouble,"
James scoffs running his fingers through his wet hair, "Could...but won't! We're the Saviors of Amare! They aren't going to be throwing us with the grunts!" Laughing he walks towards his Staraptor not noticing the glare it was giving him. "Now come on, Lils I got an important meeting with a client and I will get that business deal! Because you know why?" He turns around again towards her doing finger guns at her.
She smiles and laughs while shaking her head. She follows him, not even hearing the whimpers of her youngest. "He's right...there's no way anyone could blame them. We're the Defeaters of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. They can't blame us if we just don't have enough time for two babies. And who knows...maybe Petunia won't realize Harriet is my daughter. Everything will work out fine."
As the two humans got on his back, the Staraptor looks guilty at the bundle wiggling on the doorstep. He looks to the stars and then...he gives a prayer, Legendaries if you can hear this common Staraptor please watch over this child who was abandoned. Watch over her, guide her, let her live," With tears in his eyes he took into the air with his Trainer and his mate. Leaving the little one all alone.
The little one was a small girl, about one. Her hair was a dark brown with little wisps that will one day go everywhere. The child wiggle in the too thin blankets, the rain and cold that surrounded her started turning her skin slightly blue. Her green eyes open up in slits showing pain in them. This child, left alone would have surely died this cold November night if it wasn't for the Staraptor sending out that prayer, as a pair of footsteps was heard.
Two black fur boots appear in front of the babe, and then two pale hands picked her up. The child cuddles close to the warmth, trying to get warm.
"Shhhh parvulus, everything will be alright." the blue eyes of the man glares up at the shadows that seemed to get closer. "Begone you foul things that walk the earth before I ripped your shadowy bodies to pieces!"
Sighing as the shadows disappear he turns back the babe in his arms, "How disappointing that a child of the younger brother would do this to his own flesh and blood. Those Hagscarft of Scrooms are getting stronger each day thanks to that Voldemort. And the Potters won't be helping they think they defeated the evil but the evil has only begun to rise…," smiling slightly as the little one grabs his finger.
"Well...it..has been a long time since I Chose someone...and Arceus can't be angry at me since he Chosen someone. Maybe this will help tie the war to come" with a deep breath he brought his hand up to the child's forehead. The hand glowed with red energy fleck with black. The child whimpers but then coos as warmth spreads through her whole body as a little bit of blue appears near her pupil.
The man smiles, as he somehow pulls out a warmer blanket and wraps it around her, "This may all I can do for now, but I promise, you may feel alone and scared but I shall always watch over you...my Chosen," with a kiss to her forehead he place her back on the step cursing at the facts that the laws won't allow him to help her more than this until she reaches the age of 11. Making sure the child was warm and the rain wouldn't fall on her, he then vanished as if he wasn't there but the child gladly fell asleep, somehow knowing she wasn't alone.
Yeah..that is how my story begins...left alone on a doorstep..by my parents. People who were supposed to take care of me..to never betray me. Only being saved because of a prayer.
Oh those shadows things? They come in later..there are signs of them in this story but they come in much, much later in the story.
But lets get through this story first shall we?
I heard a lot of things in my life...death is just another adventure, the last enemy that shall be destroyed is death, for the greater good. I heard all of these during my time at Hogwarts and the War...but there was one that really got to me before all of this.
Dreams come true.
It was a quote by Joey Drew, or as the children of Surrey call him, Uncle Joey. He was an old man who lived at the edge of the town who loved to tell children stories of demons, wolves, fallen angels (even if I didn't think she was an angel. Angels have wings not horns.) ink creatures and monster rides during the many nights when people were settling down at the marketplace.
He seemed to love telling the story to me the most. Maybe he knew from just looking at me who I really was. Who my grandfather was.
And so..that was why my story really starts. When I was ten turning 11 in a week.
I guess I should start with the five scenes. Buddy said that is the best thing to help explain what you're trying to write.
Sound is easy. I woke up to the sound of almost all the adults walking down the gravel road to the lumberyard. Surrey was where the Amare Region gets all its wood, either for the fireplaces or for furniture. It was also summer so kids who didn't sleep in were screaming in their yards playing with their Parent's Pokemon.
Smell was the next easiest to remember. Whinging Forest wasn't a healthy forest to play in. With all the machines tearing down the trees it isn't a surprise that Koffings, Weezings, Grimers and Muks had made a home in the woods. There was also a rumor that the sadness and despair in the adults hearts were the ones also bringing these Pokemon here. Surrey was one of the many towns that trainers who couldn't get through all the Gym Leaders settle in. Jealousy rots I guess.
Touch...I remember the clothes I wore. They used to belong to my cousin Dudley. Who by then was pretty huge for a kid our age. And lots of them have holes so I had to sew patches of different color cloths on them. They were also pretty itchy but after wearing them for ten years you get used to the itch.
Taste, I remember the cheese I ate..it wasn't actually moldy this time, and was a huge chunk of it. I felt pretty lucky this time.
Sight, was the door I was staring at. It was a dark brown with a number 3 on it. The door to old Joey Drew.
The young girls eyes, green with a circle of blue around the pupil blinks at the door. Her hand in a fist, raised to knock on it. Her black hair blows up in the wind as she bites her lip.
"Come on..just knock. Joey isn't going to bite…" she sighs running her hands in her hair. In a week she was going on her journey. It took months to convince her uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia to allow her to take the exams at the trainer school. They would rather her be miserable and lonely as possible. But the young girl had an idea that they gladly took. She gets her trainer license and she will never darken their doorstep again.
It worked like a charm and she didn't even get in trouble for being in the top ten or even being number one in the rankings, allowing her to get her starter from the Region's Professor. Since that also meant that she beat Dudley who got 8th place.
"We call that ambition, Harriet. It means you know what you want and you decided to take it. You have skill and are willing to do anything it takes to make your dreams come true. To make your dream a reality and that you won't allow anyone to stop you,"
He told me that a lot. Ambition. That I have lots of it. It's the one thing I do agree with him even now after everything I went through. I do have ambition and yes I will do what it takes to make my dreams come true.
But I wouldn't go far as he did. Never that far.
Sorry..the war has made my head spin..even more than the studio did all those years ago. It's shocking to me that it has only been seven..no eight years since that day.
Ok I'm back on track….
So here she was outside, trying to get the courage to knock on a damn door. The reason was that she was going to thank the old man, who everyone called Uncle Joey. He encourages her to set her sights to go on a Journey, at least beside old Mrs. Figg who babysat her sometimes with her many cat Pokemon.
With a determined look in her eyes before she knock on the door. To her surprise the door opened wide but no one was there.
"Uncle Joey? Are you in here?"
Like any home in Surrey the place was nice. Of course it was small but it was nice. On a shelf to the right of the door was a bunch of objects, one of them being a Bendy doll. There was a bulletin board on the wall to the left. Pinned to them was a bunch of letters.
She turns her head hearing voices, coming from the kitchen.
"In the end, we followed two different roads of our own making. You a lovely family...me..a crooked empire. And my road burned. I let our creations become my life. The truth is, you were always so good at pushing, old friend...pushing me to do the right thing. You should have pushed harder. Henry, come visit the old workshop. There's something I want to show you."
"Uncle Joey?"
The man in question turns, wearing an old blue robe. His and his friend's eyes widen at the sight of the young girl in too big clothes. The clothes could hardly be called clothes as they were patched up in many ways. Her black hair went to her shoulder and seemed to have never met a brush. Her green and blue eyes blink at the man as she fingers her raggy shirt
"L-ily?" The man next to Mr. Drew had black hair and his pale skin was stained with ink. He was absolutely covered in it with some of it dripping onto the floor. His green eyes, just like hers without the blue were staring at her.
"Actually Henry, that is Harriet..but she likes to be called Harry," the two froze as a blue outline covered their bodies.
"J-joey...what are you...doing. You can't be ..."
"I'm sorry old friend...as I said you should have pushed me harder to do the right thing. I would rather not be force to do this to your granddaughter," The two pairs of eyes staring at him widen, "But I can never allow anyone to find the truth."
He then turns to the Pokemon that Harry just noticed was in the room. It looked like a squid, an upside down one. It's pink beak gave a smirk as its eyes glow at the two.
"Now..it's time for another chapter...I wonder how this story shall end?"
The next thing Harry knew was that her feet were moving on their own to a door.
With a slam, young Harriet (Harry) Linda Potter found herself in a yellow wooden hallway. The walls were covered in Bendy posters, one even had Boris on it.
"Alright, Joey. I'm here. Let's see if we can find what you wanted me to see."
After those words were said Harry steps back when the man, Henry punched the door that was locked.
"Arceus damn Joey! It's one thing to trap me in the studio for years! But now a kid! A kid! Are you!" Harry's eyes widen at the many words that the man was yelling at as he slams his fists on the door.
"Umm...sir...I don't think that door is going to open…"
Henry snorts before taking a deep breath turning to the small girl.
"So...Harry right?"
She nods her green-blue eyes blinking at him. For some reason all the ink had disappeared revealing that instead of black hair he had a whitish gray. Not like he was old but lots of people's hair are white. He wore a white color tunic with brown laces and a set of dark brown pants that had suspenders. He grips his white hair and groans.
"Damn it Joey...it's one thing to make me do this but a kid. So you're Joey's niece?"
Harry shakes her head, "No it's just what everyone calls him. He's the old storyteller in our town...so..you're Henry..my grandfather? The man who disappeared over twenty years ago ..."
The man's green eyes grew wide as he then slid down the wall, "Twenty years...I've been going through these loops for twenty years...I miss my child going to Hogwarts..I miss her marriage…" rubbing his hair he turns to her, "How is she?"
"I wouldn't know...she gave me up,"
The man's eyes widened.."What?"
Harry sighs blowing a piece of her hair out of her face.
I really didn't want to tell him. I don't like talking about how I was the unwanted twin. How my parents kept my older brother and gave me away not even telling anybody, explaining that I was just a shut in..its why I gave myself the last name Stein. I didn't want anything to do with them. But the poor guy..I just couldn't not tell him.
"After you..went missing grandma Linda got really sick. My aunt Petunia said it was from grief so she passed away. My mother..was then sent to live with your sister's family...and they gave her their last name. People thought it was foul play in what happened. She went to Hogwarts, met my father and they married and had me and my older twin brother Aster.
Unfortunately they were going through a war, with a team called Team Anguis and my parents were on their wanted list of people who they wanted to kill. And unlike any normal parents who had children and would want to run away to keep their children safe they instead being total idiots stayed and fought,"
Well let's say I was always pissed about that…
"Well they made the leader, Lord Voldemort mad enough that he stormed their house when we were asleep. By some Arceus miracle they were able to defeat him and become known as the Saviors of Amare...thinking they could do anything they want like giving away the spare child."
By then Harry was sitting on the floor trying not to cry, she hated talking about this part of her life. Heck she doesn't even know if this guy will believe her! So she was surprised when she felt pulled into a hug, "Damn it..if I was there..I would pull Lily over my knee, adult or not. I'm sorry you have to go through this kiddo..I'm sorry you are going to have to deal with this crap with Joey and his damn machine...his damn ink monsters..his damn ink demon."
Harry's head went up, "I-ink demon...machine…" she pales and holds her head.
"Oh Arceus! I'm going to die! Joey told us this story many times before. Oh I am going to die!"
"Not if I can help it,"she looks into his green eyes. "You stick with me..I may not be able to get out..but by the ink I'm making sure you are getting out of here and no one is going to harm you!"
He stands up taking her hand in his, "Come on...let's get this started..also don't be freak out if I say things that I should already know. This studio has me saying lines like a script," Harry nods as she follows him out of the hall and into a bigger room. There was a counter between two beams and a couple of chairs just in the middle of the room. A sign made of reels with the title Joey Drew Studios. There was a projector in the left corner of the room that was on. It was playing nothing as Harry went over to it. She could hear a little bit of music coming from the speaker laying on the chair.
"Come on this way kid. Stick close to me. You know..better yet" he pulls out a Pokeball and opens it. In a flash of light a beagle-like Pokemon appears. It was holding its long tail that's end was resembling a paintbrush, the tip dripping in ink. The Smeargle looked at Harry and gave her a kind smile tipping its hand.
"Hey Leo...I'm sorry about this, blame Joey but can you keep an eye on her? It will just be our luck that we get separated somehow..and I want someone to keep an eye on her," the Smeargle huffs a bit but soon Harry found herself with a Smeargle hanging off her shoulder.
They started walking down a hallway on the left side of the building when Henry caught sight of a desk with some drawings on it that was sitting in the corner.
"Hey it's my old desk. I wasted so much time in this chair," Harry blinks seeing a cute picture of Bendy that for some reason had a sticky note that said no.
They then went down the door into a bigger room that was filled with desks, all of them having drawings of Bendy on them.
"Looks like they knocked out a wall or two after I left. Guess it took a few people to replace me." Henry grunts rubbing his head, "I hate it when this happens. It's like it's not even me talking anymore," he growls turning around. She was about to join him when Leo pulled on her hair a bit. Turning to the Smeargle he points at the inkwell.
"Oh right...if this is the actual story..then we're going to be needing that. There's no reason for us to come back here when we already have been here." grabbing the inkwell she runs after Henry not noticing that the picture that seemed to change..that it's eyes were following her.
Trying to not be disturbed by the DREAMS COME TRUE that was painted on the wall with ink she and Leo caught up with Henry. She lifts the inkwell when he raises an eyebrow and he grunts with a nod. As the two went further down she eyes the door that had light coming from underneath the crack and there seemed to be music playing from within.
"Here," Harry turns her head to see him grabbing a bag that was laying on the floor forgotten, "Put any items you find in here." she nods and then almost trips over the huge pipe in the middle of the floor before Henry catches her.
"Watch out...first step is a doozy," he starts laughing when Leo angrily slaps him on the head with his tail.
"Oh come on..that was a good joke," before Harry could say anything they found themselves in a huge room..a warehouse that had a deep dark hole with chains that went in the dark abyss.
"This lift could use a few dry cells," Henry turns to her as she begins to shake her head.
"Oh Arceus now I know what you mean! That was uncomfortable!" she gags as she tries to clear her throat. Saying words that she didn't even think about
"Yeah...I guess the studio isn't going to be ignoring you," Henry says this after putting the drycells in the battery before pulling the lever. Harry looks down and sighs when she sees the wood still standing.
"What were you doing kiddo?"
"Just making sure you didn't pull the wrong lever," Leo snickers at that while Henry snorts a laugh.
"I think that movie is way before your time ," he says holding onto the railing as he watches the chains pull up.
Harry goes over after putting the gear in her bag.
Harry's green-blue eyes widen as she stares at the machine. Smoke rising as it stills after being risen from down below.
That was the first full sight I got from the machine. It was way bigger than what Joey ever told in his stories. These days sometimes I wish I never even saw it but I always shake my head. If I didn't I would never have gotten the family I have.
Yeah Joey...you did something fucking right! Hope you are happy! Oh Yveltal I can't believe I wrote that, Gramps stop laughing over my shoulder I'm trying to write!
"Come on let's get going," Harry nods as she runs after him, making sure to jump over the pipe, with Leo keeping his grip onto her shoulder.
"The gate is open," she notices that the gate that was earlier was close was now wide open.
"Yep now that the Ink Machine is up we're allow to go to this part of the Studio,"
"But who opened it? I mean it can't just open by itself?"
"Honestly I don't know kiddo...maybe Sammy?"
"Sammy the prophet?" Harry thinks out loud remembering from the story that he always knocks the main character out…"Oh boy...I don't know if I'm ready to meet him…"
Harry then gives a little scream as a wooden board falls from the ceiling.
"Better get used to stuff like this..there are worse things than the studio falling apart.."
Clutching her chest she couldn't help but gulp, "Oh I am going to die!" the Smeargle pats her on the back
After the little shock, they walked into a room that had six pedestals with pictures over them. One of a gear, a plush, an inkwell, a book, a record, and finally a wrench.
"So..how do we get this to work?" Harry shakes her head gagging again. Henry smiles sadly before he ruffled her hair. Following him out of the room, Harry screams again when a cutout of Bendy was standing in the middle of the hall.
"Fucking bullshit!"
"Told you…"he laughs at the glare that she was giving him. He then looks up with a sigh and begins walking forward. Harry couldn't help the gasp.
"It's one thing to hear it in a story...but to see the actual thing. What was Joey even doing?" Harry says out loud as she watches Henry pull out the wrench from the chest of the dead Boris.
"I still don't know...I still don't know,"
Soon they went through the whole building of the first floor picking up the items. Each item that she put in her bag made Harry more nervous. She knew what was coming..soon, once they started up the machine. Leo hgs her making her smile as she pets the baret mound on his head.
While going to the theater for the plush, Harry stops at the small table that had an audio tape laying on it.
Wally Franks
At this point, I don't know what Joey's plan is for the company. The animations aren't being done and it's really driving Ms. Lambert up the walls trying to get the others, Ritchie, Dave and Jacob, to finish those drawings they do before the deadlines. And we all agree on that we don't see why we need this machine. It's noisy, it's messy. And who needs that much Ink anyway?
Also, get this, Joey had each one of us to donate something from our work station. We put them on these little pedestals in what used to be the old break room. To help appease the gods Joey says. Keep things going...Dave said that he saw Mr. Drew with some old cult books on Yveltal…
I think he is losing his mind, almost as much as Sammy is...but hey, he writes the checks.
But I'll tell you what, if one more of these pipes burst me and old snoopy, we're outta here!
"Snoopy?"
"Wally's Lycanroc. It was funny that both him and Thomas Conner had one. Wally a midday form and Thomas a midnight form,"
"Oh…" she then blinks up at him, "So does that mean Wally is a Boris? Joey said in his story that both Boris's had a Lycanroc that had different forms but he never told them what form they all guess that Tom was Thomas Conner but we could never find out if wally.."
"I don't think so...you're right about Tom being Thomas Conner and yes he did have a Midnight Lycanroc but the Boris we will meet after escaping Sammy will have a Dusk Lycanroc,"
"A dusk Lycanroc…"
It didn't take long to get the items, even though Harry was freaked out by the music closet. While getting them she also grabbed any can of bacon soup on the way.
After putting each item on the pedestal and Henry fixing the pressure, after another cutout popped out of nowhere, they easily turned on the machine. Harry grabbed Leo's hand as the lights flicker before dimming.
When they got back to where the machine was, Harry was breathing heavily. Seeing the doorway being blocked by planks of wood, it really hit her that she was in Joey's story. That she could actually die...she was so focused on that she didn't realize that her shoelaces were loose and that she tripped falling face forward.
Or she would have if something didn't grabbed her by the arm.
Looking up she looks at the wide grin of hunger that stared down at her. His eyes were blocked by the dripping Ink but she could tell that he was looking straight at her. His horns wiggled a bit as she heard his dark chuckles. She trembles and then cries out when he starts trying to drag her in.
"L-let go of me!" she winces when his claws, and yes he has claws and they really hurt, started piercing her skin. Blood started dripping down her arm but at the same time his Ink went into her cuts. She could feel Henry grabbing her trying to drag her away from the Ink Demon. She whimpers as she became a rope for the two's tug or war.
"Smear!" Bendy screeches in pain as Leo whips his tail in a pattern the Ink at the end of his tail glowing red as flames burst through hitting him in the face. As soon as he let go, Henry started running towards the exit.
Ink gushed everywhere as the gate closed on them splashing Ink all over them. Leo covered her eyes to make sure none of the Ink got into them. There was then a sound of breaking wood and Harry soon felt the sensation of free falling.
With a giant splash the three landed in a large puddle of Ink, luckily none of them got hurt.
"Oh shit! I think I got Ink in my mouth!"
"Language…" Henry couldn't help but mutter as he waded through the Ink towards the value that would drain it, allowing them to walk. Harry turns her head to see a glowing light of another Audio Log.
Thomas Conner
It's dark and it's cold and it's stuck in behind every single wall now. In some places, I swear this Arecuesforsaken ink is clear up to my knees! Who ever thought that these crummy pipes could hold up under this kind of strain either knows something about pressure I don't, or he's some kind of idiot.
But the real worst part about all of this...are the noises the system makes. Its sound worse than Marley here hacking up after he ate grass again. Stupid mutt he knows he throws up after eating grass but he still does it!
Roc! Lyc! Roc!
You know it's true! And don't you dare sass back at me!
But make no mistake, this place...this machine….heck this whole damn thing..it just isn't natural.
You can bet, I won't be doing any more repair jobs for Joey Drew.
Rubbing her arm and trying to get the Ink out of her wound they went down the stairs. Henry draining each floor that was flooded with Ink.
"Does Leo know a healing move?"
"I wish he did kid...would have helped me over the years."
Sighing and trying to ignore the burning pain they open the door to a room that had THE CREATORS LIED TO US.
"That's weird…" Harry turns to look at the man who was staring at the desk that had two axes.
"What's weird?"
"There's two axes.."
"It's probably Joey's doing...he's the writer of this story..probably can change things if he wants too…" Harry didn't know why but when she said writer it seemed the place glowed even more.
Harry looks up to see him handing her the axe, "I don't like this at all..but I rather you be protected then being unarm," she nods gripping the axe tightly in her hands.
"But only use it in an emergency…" he tells her as he begins to hack at the wooden planks that blocked their path.
"Why not have Leo burn the wood?"
"Tried that once..wouldn't work. They burned but mysteriously rebuilt themselves."
"Ok..that is creepy.."
What was even more creepy to her was when the room started to shake when they open the door. Her arm started burning more as they walked closer in the room.
"Henry..w-what is ha-" she freezes as the both of them walk into the circle that was in the room. Flashes of images of the machine, a wheelchair and the demon went through her mind as she dropped down onto the floor. As the three pass out the Ink that ran through her blood now because of the demon pulse. Her arms grew darker as her nails sharpened into claws. She groans in pain as her body begins to change.
And well that is the first chapter...things are going to get even more crazy but hey..that is what happens when you mess with Joey Drew.
Flippy; well hey guys! As you can see...I'm back...please don't throw rotten food at me or get the pitchforks! I'm really sorry but I just needed a break from Bendy for awhile but I'm back and in the Pokemon mood along with the Harry Potter mood! I really hope you enjoy this and here are some differences from my other tries.
Henry is in this st the start and has gone through the loops for over 30 years. He is still Lily's father but after he went missing his wife Linda died from grief and their daughter was sent to live with his sister and her husband. In this Petunia and her are cousins but pretend they are sisters because it was believed to be foul play in what happened to Henry.
Both Lily and James are alive in this...and not good parents
Harry knows what is going to happen because Joey is the old storyteller of Surrey and tells the story of the studio a lot. Kind of like Brom from Eragon..but evil.
Dreams come to life the bendy novel is cannon in this! (I love that book don't at me!)
Edit 3/27/2020; hey guys so I'm fixing some stuff that I just realize that I messed up so instead of being trapped in the studio Henry was in here for twenty because I realize that if it was thirty then Harry would be in her twenties...since Henry was taken when Lily was eleven... I also changed the umbras to something else and adding another fandom..(i'm terrible but I've been rereading a book series I love so I have to..its just going to be the lore along with Ninjago...still working it out but I'm not giving it up!