Marceline Twist, an 11 year old girl is such a tomboy. She wasn't your average girl. She always climbed trees with boys, or join in games where you're bound to get dirty. She's also pretty triumphant, usually doing a victory dance when she wins a game or something. But this was the big win. The one that will change her forever...

Marcy had accepted a dare. A dare to go into the abandoned mansion and come out alive. There were rumors stating that it was cursed and gears still turn inside because it was possessed by the mad scientist who owned it before it was abandoned. But Marcy was determined to find out what was going on. Of course, she wasn't going in alone.

"Marcy!" Her friend, Clover came behind her. Clover Fox was Marcy's friend in school. She had bushy indigo pigtails, wore her red ribboned uniform, and had very thick glasses. She held a black book with a pink ribbon sticking out. This was her most treasured thing. Her sketchbook. She had always drawn tons of things, usually the old 1930s cartoon characters such as Mickey Mouse or Oswald the rabbit.

But she was more interested in drawing 2 unique characters. One was a short, croissant headed, white bow-tied, pie eyed kid named Bendy. The other was a tall, wolf headed guy in overalls with rosy black cheeks named Boris. Clover said they were best friends. But they seemed like total opposites of each other. Bendy is a childlike, crafty, demon who loves fun, while Boris is the exact opposite. He's so mature and carefree, that even Marcy thought he was a great role model. (Although he can be a bit dimwitted)

Nevertheless, they stuck together, even in the bad times. True friends they are.

Then a red headed boy with a tie and t shirt appeared in front of her. He scratched his head, his smile expanding. "So, are we gonna explore this place or what?" This was Andy Robinson, the boy she would like to tag along with in class. He was the fiery eyed kid of the group, always coming with crazy ideas when the chips are down. He kinda reminded Marcy of Bendy. "Oh! I hope we don't run into trouble down there!" Clover always acted shy and cautious. Kinda like mature Boris. "Come on! Let's do it!"

Andy grabs a crowbar from his bag. "On the count of 3, we break in...1..." He inserted the crowbar near the chains attached to the door. "2..." He started to slightly unhinge the chains with the crowbar. "3!" The chains, rusted over time, broke away, the doors swing open. The kids all rush in, slamming the door behind them. "No one will notice, right?" Clover asked. Marcy and Andy nodded, not wanting to face the consequences of their actions.

"Okay, everyone. Let's start investigating. We don't wanna be here for long, so let's be quick. Let's split up. Clover, you go search for some clues. Marceline and I will go to investigate the sounds." Andy took Marcy's hand, leading her to the hall.

The hall looked a bit dusty, like nobody cleaned them for years. "So, how are you?" Andy looked curious. "Oh, it was fine...I bet I can beat you again when we get back home!" Marcy laughed. "Hey! I'm too good at video games to lose to a girl!" Andy crossed his arms. "Oh, sorry."

Then a noise was heard near the beginning of the hall. It sounded like music. Strangely, it sounded like music coming from a jukebox. Marcy and Andy kept moving. Then the music got louder. They covered their ears. It kept getting louder.

Finally after a minute, it stops. "Aw man! It stopped! Guess we have to keep going..." Andy kept walking. However, Marcy was still curious about the music and where it came from. Marcy sneaked out of the hall without Andy knowing. Then she spots a strange glowing room near the side of where the hall started. She hadn't noticed it before. Marcy slowly walked to it. Suddenly, she gasped.

There, on the floor, was an axe. The handle looked untouched, and the end was shiny and unhinged. It was as if it was made just for her. Her eyes were wide, enchanted by the axe. She came close to it and picked it up. It felt so smooth and new. Marcy loved it.

But then she heard a strange noise. It sounded like someone was walking near the entrance of the room. At first, Marcy thought it was Andy or Clover, but the footsteps sounded more like somebody wearing squeaky shoes. Andy wore sneakers. Clover wore tight slippers. It wasn't any of her friends. Someone else was in the building with them. And now it was here.