I know, I know I shouldn't be making another fic! But listen! Bendy and the Dark revival gave me so many ideas. And have you heard Inky's voice? He has a fucking voice now! So I could not help myself. Also I'm mixing up a few things...instead of Quirks this is a magic au where each person has their own Signature Magic (no I did not get that from twisted Wonderland you all have no proof!) Heroes are still a thing its just that instead of schools once of age people can join guilds to be trained to be Heroes. I'm working on it but I hope everyhting works out well!

Anyway On with the show! Please leave a review!

"We're always free to choose, to believe what we want to believe. But when you step back, when you really look at where you've been and the things you've done. Your past will come."

Knocking…hard slams on an old wooden door. Light shined underneath it, revealing an old, abandoned apartment with vines and weeds growing in it.

"To devour you," the door slams open and darkness erupts from it. A loud gurgling roar could be heard.

Green eyes open wide, heart beating in her chest, Izuku presses her hand against her forehead. She jumps when thunder crashes and she gives a groan of annoyance, "Great just great Izuku. You overslept at your desk again," she looks over and smiles at the picture attached to the wooden desk, "Well…at least you're finished little guy. And only eight hundred more frames to go," she sighs, tapping her fingers against the desk, "Well it's a good thing that it isn't a school night…but I'm not going to get through tonight without some coffee. Probably some downstairs," she pushes out her chair and sits up, "Time for a little adventure,"

Izuku smiles, heading out of the office, walking down the halls of Archgate Films. Izuku was still amazed that she even got this job. She rubs at her eyes, yawning a bit as she thinks about the past few days.

Wanting to get a good start on gaining some money in case she failed the entrance Exam of U.A, Izuku had begun job searching. She knew it was going to be hard, with her lack of magic to her name but she had hoped she could get enough started in case her first plan failed. If she had enough money she could join a traveling group

This world was filled with Heroes, since a young baby was born, with the ability to glow a brilliant light in the continent of Valor. Shortly after, similar abilities popped up all over the world, not in just humans, but in Orcs, Vampires…trolls..people who wouldn't normally have something like this…soon almost everyone started having magic, a special ability that only that person could do.

Of course people with ill intentions began to rise but so did people with good intentions. So while many governments and Kingdoms around the world changed their laws with Magic or Signature Magic as it was called, in mind. Soon men and women, creatures of all types rose, taking the mantle of heroism. Defending innocents from all sorts of evil. Through the swell of public opinion, Heroism gained rights as an official occupation.

She wanted to be a hero of her Musutafu, the Kingdom that she lived in, ever since she realized what a hero actually meant. Watching the videos of All Might, as he saved thousands with a smile on his face.

But no one would believe her when she said she was going to be. Hero. They wouldn't listen, for years she was Deku, a name given by her ex-childhood friend now bully, Katsuki Bakugou.

They knew each other since they were born, their mothers having been friends during their University days. Izuku had always thought that Bakugou was amazing and that was before he gained a Signature Magic; Explosions. The boy seems to do everything right the first time while Izuku struggles . They always had dreams of being Heroes together, to go to the Kingdom of Yuei, the capital of Ultras where the U.A Guild was where they could be trained to be Heroes. But when Bakugou gained his Signature Magic and Izuku didn't he turned on her.

Izuku had clinged to their old friendship for many years, hoping in some way that Kaachan was still inside the bully that he became. But in their last year of middle school when he grabbed her Hero Journal, burned it and threw it away before telling her to stop playing pretend and get a life. That she was never going to amount to anything…that she was useless, pathetic Deku..and she would be better off doing everyone a favor and jumping off a roof.

After that, she realized that Bakugou wasn't really her friend, at least not anymore. She tried to pull away from him, trying to just not be noticed. But because they lived so close together, walking the same path home and to school he always seemed to think that he was stalking him. The burn on her shoulder was one of his many presents he left her when he either noticed her walking home, or when he spotted her writing into her notebooks.

"Luckily today it was because of the notebook. I don't want to find out how he would react if I got an actual job," Izuku thought before she jumped when thunder crashed, the lights flickering. Izuku stills for a bit before walking down the hall, past the portrait of Nathan Arch, the owner of the studio. She furrows her eyes at the red light that was flashing but shrugs, headed to the door.

She sighs when she realizes it was locked, her shoulders slump in disbelief , "Really? They locked me in? Good thing I brought my own key today,"

Shaking her head she headed back to her office, thunder rumbling outside. When she turns the corner she jumps, hand going to her chest, "Who put this here?" she whispers, staring at the Bendy cutout that was now standing in the middle of the hallway. Izuku shakes her head, walking over to her office. Going over to her desk she grabs the key, before turning on her heel, walks out.

She frowns when she unlocks the door and opens it, staring at the darkened hallway, "Not the most welcoming hallway I've ever seen," Izuku huffs before she begins to walk down. She stops, "Hello?" she calls out watching as the wash bucket slowly rolls, "Is someone there?"

Silence was her only answer and she rubs her eyes, "You're seeing things Izuku…" she whispers as she stands in front of the elevator. Pressing the button, the doors creaked open and she headed inside. Leaning against the wall as they slowly close she jumps gasping as a hand grabs at the door. She sighs in relief, seeing that it was someone she knew, "Wilson! You scared me to death,"

"Izuku," he rasps, the half blind man smiling at her, "I'm sorry my dear. Didn't mean to frighten you," he leans over and Izuku fidget a bit, "You're working late tonight. A pretty girl like you, shouldn't be wandering around all by yourself. Mind if I" he wheezes a bit, "Step in?"

"Uh…" Izuku gulps but shakes her head, "Of course not," she scratches at her arm as the old man

walks inside the elevator.

"Thank you…Izuku. You look like you could use a little company," Izuku hides the grimace as the door slowly closes. She winces as he begins to cough, feeling a bit bad about her thoughts. She just never liked the way he watched her when she drew. Of course he was always giving her compliments, saying it was like she was bringing her art to life, giving them a soul. Luckily for her, usually her coworkers would keep him away.

"So," Izuku decided it was better to try and be nice to the old man, "Its been really nice this past week,"

"Just beautiful," Wilson rasps, smiling at her, "Gorgeous,"

"Ok, I'm ready to get out now," Unfortunately at that moment the elevator shook and with a screech, halted in place. "What was that?" dread fills her stomach as red light flashes on and off. "Please tell me we're not trap in here,"

Wilson shakes his head, "Don't you worry my dear. It's just a little short in the system. Happening a lot this past few days," he presses a button, the doors sliding open, "No need to fret. Lets see what we can find,"

Izuku gulps looking at the darkened room and sighs. She follows Wilson out of the elevator. Wilson opens up the fuse box and in a few seconds the lights turn back on. Blinking her eyes, Izuku stares as a statue of Joey Drew was revealed, "We're in the Joey Drew Memorial Room,"

Joey Drew was the original owner and creator of Bendy the Dancing Demon, and an old friend of Nathan Arch. Unfortunately during the time Bendy was being created, Joey Drew did some bad business and soon lost the company. It was a shame really, Izuku had loved watching the few cartoons that aired on tv.

"Ah there we are," Wilson's voice pulled Izuku out of her thoughts and she and Vitrus looked over at him, "Just a few more switches to throw. Follow me," Izuku frowns watching him trudge into the room, "it will be perfectly safe,"

Biting at her lip she follows,.her eyes flicker to the cutouts of Bendy, to the picture of Joey Drew at a drawing table, to an inkwell, a Bendy plush..to many things. The door creaks open, Izuku staring with wide eyes at the podiums and the machine that laid center in the room.

"Looks like someone's been messing with the exhibits," Izuku jumps, turning away from the machine and towards Wilson, "There should be something on each of these pedestals," he gestures to the six pedestals before turning to Izuku. "Izuku, sweet Izuku. Do an old man a favor and go find them?" he gestures to the fuse box, "I'll tend to the power,"

Izuku smiles weakly but she nods her head. Turning around she studies each plaque attached to each pedestal before turning around. She yelps when her hand bumps to the wrench that was attached to the lever box. With a glare she grabs it with both hands pulling it off.

Heading back to the other room, she grabbed a record player and a plushie of Bendy on the rocking chair. Smiling at the plushie she waves its little arm at herself, giggling a bit. She then heads over to the inkwell, shaking it slightly hearing the ink slush inside before staring at the picture of Joey Drew. She places them all in her leather bag.

She slowly picks up the book, "The Illusion of Living," running her hand against the cover. Looking around for the last item, she looks warily at the power box before shrugging her shoulders as she opens it Grasping tightly onto the giant gear and pulls, that with a creak the gear was yank out, "Hopefully I didn't break anything,"

Walking back into the pedestal room, she placed each item on its responding pedestal. Izuku turns towards Wilson as he slams the box shut. "Only one thing left to do," he then points a finger at the lever, "Pull that switch,"

Sighing, she walks over and pulls the switch. She had expected the power to come back on but instead a churning sound echoes in her ears before splattering of some liquid fills the room. Turning on her heel she gasps as ink begins to flood the room, all coming from the hose of the machine, "Wilson?!"

"Oh Izuku," the old man smiles as he walks over, staring at the machine in awe, 'The things you set in motion,"

"What is happening," Izuku whispers, watching the ink flooded more of the room. Taking a step back, Izuku gasped when her back hit the door, which she knew wasn't close just a moment before.

"The Ink is calling us, my dear," he tilts his head, "Can't you hear it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about old man," Izuku's hand goes to the door knob but to her horror the door wouldn't open. "What did you do?"

Wilson places a finger against his lips shushing her. Izuku lunges forward the lever, planning on turning it off but Wilson grabs onto her arms holding her tightly, "Let go of me!"

"Don't fret my dear…we're going home," he ignores how Izuku tries to escape his grip, "Listen to me Izuku. Pay attention to these last words," Izuku looks down as the ink gets deeper and deeper, now coming to her knees, "Because very soon…they might be the last thing you remember," he pulls her towards him, her green eyes widen in terror. "Come find me Izuku… come find me and I'll show you your purpose. I'll shall give you meaning," he grins but Izuku tries to kick his ankle. But gasping in horror as inky hands form from the ink all grasping at her legs, trying to pull her down. She whimpers, as she begins to hear…voices...whispering in her ears.

"This can't be real…" Izuku whispers trying to pull free from Wilson.

"And now…we die," Wilson states before the hands dragged them under.

It was dark..and cold…and loud…so loud…so many voices. Izuku couldn't tell which one was her's. There were so many..so many voices…a screaming well of voices.

"Deku…"

"It's just a pencil and a dream!"

"You will never be a Hero,"

"Alright Joey, I'm here. Let's see if we can find what you wanted me to see,"

"You don't have a Signature Magic…you're worthless…"

"Hey, here's my old desk. I've wasted so much time in this chair,"

"You should give up kid, its not going to happen,"

"The Creator lied to us,"

"Some kind of freak really, it's no wonder Inko never seen with her anymore,"

"Are you some kind of monster? Is that why you're copying all our notes down?"

"If you wanna be a hero that badly there's a quick way to do it. Believe that you'll be born with a Quirk in the next life and take a swan dive off the roof of a building!"

A roar rang out through the darkness, almost silencing the voices, "You child…you child who called upon us…yes you will do just find…there has only been one…but maybe two are better than one…"

An orangish yellow light shines down. It was so bright…she swam towards it, the closer she got, the quieter the voice became.

With a shuddering gasp, Izuku emerges from the inky black puddle, her arms scrambling against the yellow wooden floor, trying to find anything to cling to, to pull her out. The Ink clinged to her, her head, her arms, her legs..oh God they hurt but bit by bit she pulled herself out, rolling onto her back as she took deep breaths.

She breathes heavily, her body trembling, blinking her green eyes to get the ink out of them. Bringing up her hands to wipe the ink off her face, she stares in horror. Her hands were still covered in ink, her left being clawed the right looking like she was wearing a black fingerless glove. She slowly sits up, her eyes widening at the sight of her feet and legs. They were covered in black ink as well, her feet reshape into hooves.

"What's wrong with me?" Izuku whispers, but she then turns, heart beating fast as she heard crying. Looking around but seeing no one thee, she stares with wide eyes at the wooden structure she finds herself in. Posters of Wilson on the walls, all saying "Wilson knows your purpose," she snorts at that glaring at the picture hatefully.

Biting at her lip she sighs as she stands up, "I need to find a way out of here…" her gaze was pulled towards a note on the desk that she lay beside and walked over to it.

"Every great story begins in mystery. Although things may be dark at the start, the truth will illuminate your way.

Don't be afraid of who you are. Fear only what you may become and banish it away

-Your best Pal

Izuku frowns at the note before she sighs. Picking up her leather bag and sling it over her shoulder before she goes to the ladder she spotted. She sighs seeing that it was missing two steps and looks around the loft they found themselves in. In the cabinet above the desk she found another note.

To Grant Cohen, accounting

"Please inform Mr. Drew, that despite his insistence that the rumors of Joey Drew Studios going bankrupt are untrue, I want to remind him that if his studio does indeed fail, all equipment and experiments produced through our partnership, by contract, belong to Gent Corporation. We will reclaim these assets forcibly if necessary."

-Alan Gray, CEO

"Gent Corp?" Izuku whispers looking at the note in confusion, "What does Gent have to do with a studio making cartoons? They were a company known for installments, tools and machinery.." biting at her lip she puts the note into her bag before going back to searching the two missing pieces.

After a while she finds the two missing pieces in the drawer of the desk and grabs them, placing them into the ladder. Climbing up the ladder, ignoring the crying she heard she finds another desk at the top, with another note.

"Geez! You'd think I was drowning kittens the way these people are lookin' at me! I've never seen such disappointment in a person's eyes.

But this is the way of things, if management can't pay their bills, then the bank takes the goodies back. Still, it does break me a bit knowing how much I love them old cartoons this place use to make. Oh well! Times change. Life moves on.

-Telly Wester

"I guess this was when the studio was being shut down.." Izuku whispers to herself as she walks down the hall. All of a sudden the sound of a speaker was screeching, Izuku covering her ears in pain.

"Attention, Children of the Machine!" Izuku's eyes widen at the sound of Wilson's voice, and she frowns, "This is Wilson. Your friend, your protector. For two hundred and eleven days," Izuku stomach drops in horror, six months..its has been six months… "You've lived without the Ink Demon haunting your steps. I banished him away. Torn his body in two. In return I ask just a little favor. Among you, there is a stranger, a young lady. Bring her to me,"

The speaker turns off and Izuku frowns, "I am really not liking that guy. Let's not get captured and be brought to him," Izuku said before walking forward she finds another note, this one to Joey from someone named Sammy who wanted to help to keep the studio alive.

Frowning, Izuku goes deeper in, looking through metal cabinets for any hint, maybe even a map on how to find a way out. To Izuku's disappointment there were only small boxes of Gent parts but she decided to stow them away into her bag before heading on her way. She wades through some inch crouching down, "There's so much ink…where is it coming from?"

Izuku climbs up, almost falling on her face as she slips on the ink.. On a box she finds another note, this one being a poem. She looks at it in confusion as she reads about shadows being hungry. She jumps a bit, hearing a clunking noise and turns her head to see a light flickering on as a grate begins to rise up.

Slowly creeping forward, Izuku screams as a vent in the ceiling opens up and something drops from it, hanging upside down. Trembling, she stares at what could only be Charley but...he was different. Mutilated, a leather x-shaped stitched over his eye…a pipe replacing his leg…his mouth was open revealing rotten teeth as ink dripped down. Holding her hand to her mouth, gulping back the urge to throw up, she walks past him.

Once far away from the corpse, Izuku braces herself against a desk, gagging in horror. Blinking back tears she looks up when her hand touches a corner of a recorder. With a shaky hand she presses play.

"I just received the call. Joey Drew is…dead. What a quiet end to an extraordinary life. Last I heard he was staying at some old crap apartment in Musutafu Kingdom. You could practically hear the rats from the telephone when he called me last April. Despite of that, old Joey sounded quite happy from the last time we spoke. More like the excited, hopeful young man that I knew once upon a time. Well, farewell my friend, what will become of your creations now?"

The voice of her boss, Nathan Arch, rang through Izuku's ears. Shaking her head, Virtus climbs back onto her shoulder, and Izuku climbs up the walls, using the out of place bricks to cling to it. Seeing a shut grate, she looks around before finding a lever. To her luck, when she pulled at it, the grate opens.

Rubbing her arms she walks, keeping an eye out for things. The sound of Ink dripping along the walls, her hooves clanking against the wooden floors rang in her ears. Izuku's eyes narrow when they heard something being shut but after a while, when she didn't see or hear anything else, she walked deeper in.

Izuku stares in awe at the sight before her, a bird flying overhead, over a waterfall of ink and a sign that said, "Heavenly Toys," Banners of Boris, the Butcher Gang, Alice and Bendy hung around. A large plushie of Boris was blocking some stairs. Going up the stairs that wasn't blocked she finds a broken time punch card machine and another lever. When she pulls down the lever, she yelps in pain as it sparks, the switch only going halfway. Sighing she looks over to a brick wall and goes over to it.

Climbing up, she begins to pull herself over when a Charley, an alive Charley screams at her face. Izuku screams as it slams its pipe against her head. Izuku gasps, the breath knock out of her lungs as she lands on her back. Charley leaps off the ledge, his pipe swinging up to hit her again but Izuku rolls out of the way, just in time to miss the pipe hitting her again. Trembling in pain, Izuku quickly scrambles up and leaps down the stairs

Charley's gurgles of rage behind her. Seeing the little miracle station she opens the door and hides in it, slamming it shut behind her. Panting and trembling, hoping to anyone listen that he wouldn;t find her, Izuku screams as Charley roars as he appears in front of the Little Miracle Station. He bashes his head against the door, biting at the air as he tries to push his head through the small hole in the wooden door. Izuku with her back pressed against the wall trembles, tears pricking in the corner of her eyes when a humming sound begin to echo through the room. Charley stops looking around with what looked like fear before he pulls away. The pipe that replaced his head making clanking noises as he walked away from her.

Izuku pants, eyes widen and she she waits for a bit before she opens the door. She groans, clutching her head, feeling blood leaking down her face from where Charley had slammed his pipe into her. Izuku grits her teeth in pain, clutching her head as it throbbed. She looks around her eyes landing on a box. Curiously she goes to it and shoves the lid off…tilting her head at the lone can of bacon soup. Not knowing why she grabs it, gulping it down. To her surprise the pain started to fade away but then she grimaced at the after taste the soup gave.

"Yeah I wouldn't drink too much of that if I were you," jumping a bit, dropping the now empty can of soup she turns around to see a woman standing before her. To Izuku's shock she looked like Alice Angel but her black hair was in a ponytail, her horns were a headband with the tips broken. She was wearing a black dress with a brown stain on it, giving an impression that she was wearing a top. A leather belt with a holster was wrapped around her waist, "it helps patch you up…but the aftertaste, it's not so good," she holds her hands up as Izuku took a step back, "Its alright. I'm not going to hurt you," she gently takes Izuku's clawed hand, "It looks like you need some help,"

Izuku takes a steady breath trembling, "Who…who are you…what is this horrible place?"

The woman sighs sadly, "Yeah, I remember my first day down here. I know it's scary, but you're actually pretty lucky," Izuku looked at her in disbelief, she wouldn't count herself lucky at the moment, "The Machine could have turned you into a Searcher,"

Izuku turns her head back to the woman, "You mean…that Charley that attacked me?"

The woman shakes her head, "No, that's a Piper. And he's part of a gang so be careful," she looks her up and down, "Honestly you need to be careful with almost everyone...especially with Wilson's followers,"

"What do you mean by that?" Izuku looks at her with wide eyes.

The woman sighs, "Remember when I said that the Machine could had turn you into a Searcher?" Izuku nods her head with a frown, "Well the thing it did turn you into...there has only been one…but Wilson, he said he took care of him. Many of us don't believe it but maybe he did…because it definitely turned you into the sort of mold as him,"

"What…did the Machine turn me into," Izuku asked, feeling dread.

"It…turn you into a Bendy," the woman said, gesturing to her head. Izuku's hand went to her head and her eyes widen feeling something curved coming out of her head. The woman seeing her tremble raises her hands, "Its ok, you'll catch on pretty quickly, if you stay alive,"

"If?" Izuku whispers in horror.

"Lesson one. Searchers don't have legs and they tend to swarm. Look, it's not good to stay in one place for too long around here. Keep moving and stay close to the shadows. Take my advice and head to the upper levels. Its…safer there,"

Izuku nods her head, "Can…can I come with you?" she frowns when the woman shakes her head.

"You can't, I'm sorry" the woman takes a few steps back, "I have a wolf. He doesn't care for strangers,"

"Oh…okay," Izuku whispers but looks up when the woman places a hand on her shoulder.

"Like I say, you'll catch on. Good luck, I hope we meet again. But one more thing. Above everything else…if he is still alive… stay away from the Ink Demon,"

"The.." Izuku gulps, "The Ink Demon?"

"Beside you, he's the only one that had the Bendy mold. You know him when you see him. He likes to smile, and he kills anything that moves,"

Izuku trembles a bit, eyes wide but she holds out her hand when she sees the woman about to leave, "Wait, what's your name,"

The woman stares at her, "They call me Alice," she sighs a bit, "I'm not very fond of it,"

Izuku smiles, "I'm Izuku,"

"Well Izuku," Alice says, spreading her arms, "Welcome to the studio." At that moment a loud bang rang through the area and Izuku turned around. Seeing nothing there, she sighs and turns her gaze back to Alice, but she blinks noticing she was gone. Izuku gulps trembling a bit, her hooves making the wooden floors creak

"I guess…there's nothing else to do but press on. Keep moving forward," Izuku whispers to herself, her voice echoing around her.