Sup peeps. Gotta do something with my free time before camps start for me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bendy and the Ink Machine but I do own Haesel and her friends. And the plot.

Without further ado, Onto the story!

Chapter 1

Haesel woke to the sounds of noisy people who have no care for the fact that she was still asleep and hadn't yet gotten up for the day. Suddenly, a loud bang sounded throughout the apartment before someone tried to break down Haesel's bedroom door.

"Haze, when did this letter come in? And why haven't we discussed it yet?" Mariah practically screamed, possibly leaving fist sized dents in the wooden door.

"Mariah, I know you aren't snooping through my mail because if you are, I'm gonna kick your ass for it." Haesel growled back, slinking from the warm confines of her bed to open the door.

Mariah had the decency to look sheepish as she handed over the letter she stole out of Haesel's mail folder and made her way back to the others while the so-called 'Beast of the Morning' went through her morning routine, pulling on her black clothing, consisting of a flowing shirt, shorts and her favorite converse and making her way to the kitchen, pulling her short hair into place before accepting her usual cup of tea from Drew.

"Mornin' Haze. I did not tell her it was there." Drew said, sipping at his own cup of coffee as he looked over the newspaper.

"Yo if we are going to breakfast, let's get going." Lewis called from the front door.

Kaylee already had one foot out the door, bouncing in her mint sandals and her blonde curls swaying from the movement. Her curls ended at her shoulders versus the raven black of Haesel's pixie cut and having a deep tan in contrast to Haesel's pale complexion would give one the impression of opposing forces rather than best friends.

"Hold your damn horses Lew, I just woke up 'cause of your snooping sister. Let me at least grab my bag and we can discuss the letter." Haesel yelled back, grumbling about annoying jerks who couldn't let her finish the vital cup of tea.

"Actually, doll, you left your bag in the front room last night after our midnight scare. I'll grab it on the way out. Hurry up sweetheart." Drew muttered as he grabbed the keys to his truck, the only vehicle owned by the group that was large enough to fit all the young adults.

"Bluh, Drew. I wanted to actually brush my teeth but whatever. Just don't go through it." Haesel called over her shoulder as she went towards her master suite.

Putting in her earbuds and putting on her chillin' mix, Haesel was quick in brushing out her hair and teeth and was halfway back out the door when a piece of paper caught her attention.

'Oh Hell no! How did this happen?' Haesel thought as she carried the paper with her to the curb after closing and locking the door.

"Who the hell was in my room? Because one of my drawings is ruined. And if one of you guys think this is funny, I swear on my father's favorite reel of Bendy, I will hurt you." Haesel questioned through the open window, shoving the paper onto Lewis' lap.

"Not me, doll, you saw me enter my room last night." Drew instantly answered, grabbing the paper and looking it over before passing it back to the other girls. "Creepy, it looks like you actually dripped the ink on the page. It actually looks like it is still wet." Kaylee piped up as Mariah nodded along.

"None of us would dare to go into the cave of the Beast, it is certain death, Haze. Sure you didn't draw this?" Lewis spoke as said woman climbed in the back along side Kaylee, taking back the paper and sliding it into a plastic sleeve to protect it.

"I would remember drawing the little devil darlin' as anything other than happy. Not to mention who does 'The Creator' refer to? It doesn't mean me or Lewis. It could mean Dad, but I seriously doubt it, since it has been thirty years since he set foot in that old studio. The last person it could refer to is this "Joey Drew" Dad never talked about. I don't know, but something crazy is going on. I mean look at the paper, it is the same age as the piece would be with my original. Its nearly impossible to mimic this kind of age." Haesel continued to ramble on the drive, usually becoming the white noise in the car.

Lucky for the others, Haesel managed to cool down before they reached the restaurant, so as to not repeat that incidient again. Conversation turned from peeved monologue to discussion of the next steps in the production of the comics for Makenzie and the possiblity of creating more characters to befriend the minx and just doing appreciation art for the original characters that inspired the shorts in the first place. The entire meal had barely passed when the brunette twins turned their attention to the childhood friends about what had picqued their interest in the first place when they entered the kitchen that morning.

"So darling Haze, what is up with the mystery letter you recieved, to misquote Drew 'during the midnight scare', last night. Who is it from?" Lewis dragged a Cheshire smile across his lips that was eerie and far too similar to the one on Mariah's.

"Lewis, you ass, nosy much? The letter is from my dad's old boss before the war. He wanted to meet with me for something involving the animation biz. What concerns me is two things. One, how in hell's good name did he know my address and two, how did he know about me? I was born four years after Dad left and by then Dad had lost all contact with any of his previous co-workers. Should I accept his invitation? I don't know yet. I need time to decide." Haesel replied, glaring at the twins over the rim of her glass of cranberry juice as she absent-mindedly chewed on it slightly.

The car carried a charged silence as the group made their way back to the apartment, each and everyone lost in his or her own thoughts. Haesel stopped short on her way into the apartment when she noticed the door was ajar.

"I closed that on the way on my out. I locked it. Who got in?" Haesel muttered as she signal the others to shut the hell up.

With steps like a cat, Haesel made her way through the apartment checking every room carefully. Who ever was in the apartment was most definitely in her bedroom, which did not sit well in her stomach.

"Where is it? Where is it?!" The figure muttered to themself as they rummaged throughout Haesel's workspace.

"You sure have nerve coming in here, expecially breaking and entering an apartment that doesn't belong to you. Hands up and where I can see them. I want to make sure you aren't stealing anything of mine." Haesel coldly said, blocking the intruder's only viable exit, effectively trapping them in her bedroom.

Cliffhanger!

Figure I end it here since it is currently 1am and Im half asleep as i write this next to my sister, making many mistakes. Geez i need to get my life together.

SAO will be re-written with different relationships, cause thats what Em and I agreed.

Ciao!