I really hope the summery is good, I wanted it to show that there will be more to this fic than just the Dark Revival chapters. Anyway! Welcome to the new version of the Revival of the Dark Puddles, Izuku and the Dark Revival the first book of the Rulers of the Dark Puddles Series! As you can see by the fandom tags, this will be a kinda harry potter crossover...but at the same time not...technically I will be taking some inspiration from the Harry Potter Series (I blame reading the Hiccup Haddock Series where harry potter characters were replace by Httyd characters for this, truly I do) Its still going to be much focus on the bnha fandom though...I already have the first two books plan out, with the second book starting after the Kamino Arc. I am hoping that by the time I finosh the second book, the third game will be release so I can get more ideas, but I do know I want Gent to be in this series and for them to be connected to All For One.

But to tell you all, there will not be any harry potter characters...will there be Ocs base off of them? Yes there will be but other than that, you have no need to worry about a Draco Malfoy appearing (I already have Bakugou for that lol)

Anyway, I do hope you all enjoy this fic, please give me reviews and Enjoy the horror show! (wanted to post this yesterday but Fanfiction was down)

"Not all people are born equal,"

"Kaachan...why are you being so mean?" a girl trembles, sniffling as she holds her hands up. A boy with blond hair and red eyes stares at her dumbfounded before he grins at her, sparks of flames dancing in the palm of his hands. The girl takes a step back, eyes widening before she swallows, "Look you're making him cry! If you keep trying to hurt him...I'll stop you myself!"

"What do you think you can do Deku?" the boy snaps, pounding one fist into the palm of his other hand, "You don't have even one drop of magic! What do you think you can do?" he snarks, making the other two boys beside him laugh in agreement.

Before the girl could open her mouth to rebuke their cruel words, the three boys charged at her. Squealing and flinching as the blond boy threw a punch at her face, the girl soon finds herslef laying on the grown. Her shirt was torn with burns marking on her arms. The other boy she had been protecting was gone, having scramble away after the other three boys had cackle as they left her where she fell.

"This was the reality I learned about when I was four and what society like to keep reminding me of,"

Groaning the girl shakily pushed herself up, sniffling as tears stream down her eyes. Shoulders slump, she walked out of the park, limping with each step. She cradles her arms, whimpering in pain, but trying to hold back the sobs as she climbed up the steps of her aparment. "Mama?" she calls out as she opens the door, "Kaachan… he played too rough again..." she trails off, blinking a bit when she noticed that...her mother wasn't there...no one was there.

"Mama?"

"But we're always free to choose, to believe what we want to believe. And I believe that was my first and last setback"

The young girl turns around, a frown on her face. She stares at the darkness, before she stood on the tip of her toes, turning on the light. Her green eyes widen in shock, seeing the state of her apartment, chairs were overturn, the cushions on the couch ripped apart, the fluff that was stuff into them was laying on the ground, everywhere. Vines grew on the walls, pushing through the shatter windows. And then, the child heard a knock...no a loud slam on the door. Turning around, she frowns at the loud banging before her eye gazes to a door, which tremble with each slam to it.

"But...when you step back, when you really look at where you've been, and the things you done,"

She took a step forward, seeing light shine from the crack underneath the door, "Mama? Is that...are you in there?"

"Your past will come…"

The door slams open, and the girl screams were drowned out by the roar that erupted from the darkness.

"To devour you,"

Green eyes snap open, as thunder roar in her ears. Quickly sitting up, Izuku Midoriya lets out a silent scream as she falls out of her seat, making a grunt as her head hits the floor. Groaning in pain, she squeezes her eyes shut, taking a deep breath as she calms her racing heart. "Great...falling asleep in your desk...luckily no one was here to see that," pushing herself up, Izuku looked at the drawing and sighs in relief seeing that she didn't drool on it, "At least I got you done little guy," she smiles at the small drawing of Bendy, "And only 800 more frames to go," shoulders slumping, she grabs her mug, frowning to see that it was empty, "No way I'm getting through tonight without some coffee...hopefully there some left downstairs…"

Putting the mug down, she pulls down her light blue sweater down a bit. Before she stretches out her arms over her head, "Time for a little adventure," she mutters as opens the door of her office and began to walk down the darken hallways of Archgate Films. Rubbing her eyes, Izuku couldn't help but ponder her dream. "Its been ten years now… since mom's disappearance…"

Izuku had been eight years old when her mom had disappeared, never returning home. Everyone else said she left to get away from the shame of having a magicless daughter...but Izuku knows that wasn't right...while her mother didn't support her dreams of being a Knight to protect the Kingdoms of Tython..but she would have never abandoned her.

"Of course, people love to blame the fact that I don't have magic," Izuku thought to herself with a frown. 80% of the world had the ability to use magic, and not just those who were nonhumans...humans could use them too...a superbeing society. And of course, with the ability to move things without touching them alongside one ability that was unique to a person, a Signature Magic if you will...it was a matter of time before cities the Kingdoms that they reside into swirl with chaos and confusion. Thus, emerging were those of Knights and Mages, those who answer the call to fight for justice and help others in need...Heroes if you will.

Izuku wanted to be one of them...a mage really. Sure, being a knight was ok, but being a mage, like All Might, was still a wish that she had buried deep within her. She smiles, remembering the videos she had watched as a child, watching the debut of All Might over and over. All Might, age and name unknown was the number one mage in Thython. She remembers wanting to be like him so much, saving people with a smile on her face...hoping and praying for any accidental magic to show that she had the talent to become a mage…

But no spark happens, nothing strange or mysterious happen when she was angry or scared...when she was four, her mother had taken her to the doctor, and it had been confirmed that she was magicless...not a drop of magic in her and her dreams of being a mage were shatter.

"Still...I don't have to have magic to be a knight," Izuku grimaces in thought of what others say. Even though they didn't focus on their magic abilities the knights still have magic, many others think she didn't have a chance at all to be any sort of protector…except for Nathan Arch.

Flinching a bit in place as the light flicker overhead, the sound of thunder roared from outside Izuku shakes her head. Taking a deep breath, she walks further in, only stopping a bit at the picture that hung on the wall. Nathan Arch was the owner and Founder of Archgate Studios, the old man had made the studio after buying the rights of Bendy after his friend, Joey Drew, the creator of Bendy had passed away. He wanted people to see the joy that people had for Joey's creations, to bring them back to life once more. Izuku was all in it, for she watched the few shoes that had ran on tv and greatly enjoy them. One of the reasons why she went out of her way to be hire as an animator to get some money for when she leaves the orphanage. She knew that once she graduated from high school, the matron would be kicking her out the first chance she gets.

"She would be kicking me out now if she could since I'm eighteen now," Izuku grumbles in her mind, as she walks past the portrait, frowning at the red light that flickers on and off. Picking up the pace, she headed towards the door of the animator office and tries to turn the knob, frowning when it wouldn't budge, "Really? They lock me in? Good thing I brought my own key today,"

Shaking her head, and huffing, Izuku turns back around, heading back to the animator office and her own room. But before she could pass the portrait of Nathan Arch, she screams, hand going to her chest, "Who put this here?" Izuku whispers, staring at the cutout of Bendy that smiled at her, "Hello?" she calls out, turning her head, "Is anyone here?"

Frowning as she got no answer, she carried on. Heading straight to her desk to grab the key, before turning around, heading back to the lock door. She shivers when she opens it, staring out to the darken hall as thunder once more crashed overhead, "Not the welcoming hallway I've ever seen," Izuku remarks before she giggles a bit. Heading down the hallway towards the elevator, she frowns as she spots the wash bucket, a giant puddle underneath it, "Hello?" she tires again, eyes furrow, "Bakugou if this is you,"

It was something the Prince of Musutafu would do, especially if he had heard she had gotten a job. She knew the other boy had been curious on where she had been going after school, since the orphanage was on the same to the boy's castle. After their last year of middle school, Izuku had let go of any hope of being the boy's friend, after he told her to jump off the roof of the school in hopes of gaining magic in the next life. It had been the final straw after years of torment for her lack of magic and her wanting to be a protector. The two of them had known each other for years, their mom's having known each other since their own childhoods. Izuku...she had always thought that that Bakugou was amazing. The Prince could do everything right on the first try while Izuku had always struggle a bit. But even then, they had plan on becoming mages together, becoming great protectors before Bakugou retired to take the throne. But then Bakugou gain his Signature Magic: Explosions and Izuku had been declare magicless.

Izuku had been blinded on how cruel Bakugou had been to her over the years, clinging to the friendship the two had. But after that suicide baiting...she had pulled off the rose-tinted glasses and saw the truth. Bakugou was no friend of hers. She had tried many times to pull away from him, to not get notice but for some reason that piss him off even more than when she use to try and follow him. She scratches at her arm, where a burn scar laid. "Luckily when he goes to a Mage School I'll hopefully will be under the mentorship under a knight and be far away from him...a ray of hope that help her get through her last year of high school.

Once more, nobody called out to her and she sighs, shoulder slumping. With a frown she walked over to the elevator, pressing the button and waiting a bit for it to open before stepping inside. Leaning against the wall, she closes her eyes fighting back the urge to yawn when suddenly a hand grabs the door, stopping it from sliding close. Holding back the scream, Izuku sighs as an older man pulls the door back as a balding man stood before her. His eyes stared at her, though one was a cloudy white, cause by the scar that extended from it to his mouth. He wore the gray mechanic suit of Archgate Films with a white shirt underneath. The keys that hung from the utility belt jingle a bit as he stood still in front of her, "Izuku," he rasps, staring down at her.

"Wilson," Izuku swallows a bit, crossing her arms over her chest as she frowns. She...didn't like Wilson that much. The janitor freaks her out as he freaks out everyone else in the animation department, but her even more. He seem to always focus on their drawling, staring creepy with his one good blue eye. It was one of the reasons why she was given an office of her own, to keep her out of sight of Wilson. He was only allowed to clean her office when she wasn't there. "You scared me to death," she exclaimed, glaring at him a bit.

"I'm sorry my dear," Wilson rasps, and something in Izuku told her that he wasn't really sorry...not at all. "Didn't mean to frighten you. You're working late tonight, I see," he grins at her, and Izuku takes a step back, frowning at him, "A pretty girl like you shouldn't be wandering all by yourself. Mind if I step in?"

Izuku did mind...she didn't want to be near Wilson at all...but she bites back the urge to tell him no. She couldn't tell him to go away, he might act...violent against her, especially since from what she could tell they were the only two in the building, "No... of course not,"

"Thank you, Izuku," he grins at her, limping onto the elevator. Izuku bites at her lips, taking a step away until her back hits the corner of the elevator. She was tense as the doors shut, "You look like you could use…" Wilson takes another deep breath, sounding like he was straining to even breathe, "company,"

Izuku stares at him but didn't say anything. The elevator shook in place as it moved, going to the lower levels. She tried to ignore Wilson, to not say anything, but then her stomach churn in guilt as Wilson erupted into coughs, almost like he was trying to hack a lung out, "So...its been really nice this past week." she mumbles out, trying to make polite talk.

"Just beautiful...gorgeous," not being able to hold back the shiver of disgust as Wilson leers at her, Izuku prays that the doors would open.

Unfortunately, her prayers were not answer, instead, a red light flashed on as the elevator stopped in place with a screech. Stumbling a bit, Izuku's eyes widen, "What was that? Please tell me we are not trapped in here," she whimpers.

Wilson shakes his head, "Don't you worry my dear. Its just a short in the system. Happening a lot these past few days," Izuku nodded her head, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves as Wilson presses a button, opening the doors, "No need to fret...let's see what we can find. Come along now," he grins at her, "Old Wilson will protect you,"

"I think its you I need protecting from," Izuku thought to herself as she follows Wilson out of the elevator, "Oh why did I fell asleep at my desk...why did I agree in working overtime today?" these thoughts echo in Izuku's head, but they died down as Wilson turns on the lights after opening the fuse box. Staring at the bust of Joey Drew that stood in front of them, with two banners on each side, "Joey Drew: The Man and the Demon,"

"Ah...there we are!" Wilson said in glee, stepping away from the fuse box, "Just a few more switches to throw" he waves his hand, gesturing to Izuku, "Follow me," he wheezes trudging into the room, "it will be perfectly safe,"

Izuku frowns, standing there a bit before she follows inside the room. Looking around, she notices the history plague that hung on the wall. Walking over it, Izuku slowly read it, giving her some time to keep away from Wilson.

Joey Drew

2101-2171

Joey Drew was the founder of the studio and the man who created Bendy, one of the most beloved characters of all time. In 2129 with the help of his business partner, Henry Stein, he created Bendy's first short "Little Devil Darlin" as an old 'talkie' show like those of the 1900s. As his entertainment legacy grew over the years, Joey's optimism and spirit never wavered. Starting with just a pencil and a dream, he created this studio. Here at Archgate Pictures we strive to continue his dream and see Bendy live on.

Dreams come true.

"Dreams come true," Izuku whispers, rubbing her thumb against the edge of the plague. With a frown Izuku took a step back before she walks futher into the exhibit. Walking past frames of Bendy posters, to a picture of Joey drawing, she walked into the next room where Wilson was in. Where six pedestals, three on each side, stood before a very large machine. Large, square and robust in shape, it seem to be made of several pipes, gears, pistons and all sort of other attachments that Izuku had no idea of. A giant metal barrel filled with inkk was connected to the rear of the machine, with a large nozzle connected to its front.

Izuku stares at it, shivering as she felt something cold… from the machine. Despair actually, but she shakes it off, turning her attention back to Wilson who wheezes for breath once more as he spoke, "Looks like someone's been messing with the exhibits. There should be something on each pedestal," he points at them before clapping his hands together, "Izuku, sweet Izuku," Izuku couldn't hold back the cringe, or how she scrunch up her nose in disgust, but she quickly relaxes her face. Luckily Wilson didn't seem to notice, "Do an old man a favor and find them? I'll be tending to the power if you need me,"

Not wanting to argue with the older man, Izuku quickly turns out. Looking at the pedestals she sees that she would need a wrench, a gear, a book, a record player, an inkwell, and a doll. Frowning at this, Izuku look around, wondering if either the wrench or gear were in this room. The gear was not, but the wrench in fact was, spotting it attached to the bolt of the on switch. Wiggling it with one hand, she then grasps it with both, pulling it off the bolt. Holding it firmly, step outside the room, looking around the exhibit for the other items. Finding the record was easy, it being on the table with an old record player. The doll was next to it, sitting on the chair. She gently picks it up, making Bendy wave a bit at her.

The book was a bit harder. There were many books on the bookshelf, but Izuku figure it was the Illusion of Living, a memoir that Joey Drew wrote. And then she finally found the inkwell underneath the portrait of Joey drawing Bendy. She shakes it a bit, fumbling it with her hands as she tries to hold all the stuff in her arms. Looking around, she notices a bag laying on the floor and quickly snatches it, dumping all the stuff into it. Looking around, Izuku frowns a bit, "Where am I going to find a gear?"

After a few minutes rummaging through the exhibit and running around like a chicken that lost her head, she found what she hopes was the gear she needed in a power box. Grasping it with both hands, she wretches it free from within, frowning a bit, "I really hope this wasn't important...I really hope I didn't break anything," Izuku pleaded, mostly to herself.

Returning back to the pedestal room, she place each item on top. First the book, the wrench, the gear before she turns around, placing down the inkwell, record and the doll. Each item she placed down, the colder it got, and Izuku swore that she heard whispers...coming from the machine. But before she could think more of it, she turns her head at the sound of Wilson slamming the fuse box shut, "Only one thing left to do," he rasps, and Izuku frowns at the gleam in his one blue eye, "Pull that switch,"

Turning her head over her shoulder, she stares at the lever. A part of her didn't want to...what does any of this have to deal with turning the power back on so the elevator would work. But she knew that if she didn't Wilson would probably keep following her, even up the stairs until she did do it...and the coffee machine still wouldn't work without the power on. So, with a sigh, Izuku turns on her heels, grabbing the lever and with all her strength, pulls it over.

At once, the lights overhead shut off, making Izuku look up with wide eyes. "Wilson what is going-" she gurgles, a sharp pain going over her neck. She brings a hand up, holding her neck a bit before she pulls back, blood staining the palm of her hand. She turns around, seeing Wilson hold a knife in his hand, bloody from where it had slice into her neck. "It is done," he rasps, grinning at her with sharp teeth stained with...ink.

"Wilson?" Izuku chokes out, taking a step away from him, holding herself up by placing her bloody hand against the wall.

"Oh Izuku…" he shakes his head, "The things you set in motion," a loud guzzling sound echo in the room, and Izuku turns her head to see that ink was gushing out of the nozzle of the machine, filling the room with ink that was slowly flooding it. It didn't take long for the ink to soon reach her ankles, and it was slowly getting higher and higher. "The Ink is calling us, my dear," Izuku screams in pain, when Wilson stabs at her, the knife buried deep within her stomach before he pulls it out, blood soon staining her shirt, "Can't you hear it?"

"Get...get away from me," Izuku coughs out, blood dripping from her mouth as she sloshes backwards in the ink.

"Shhhh don't fret...we're going home," Wilson grins dropping the knife and reaching forward, grabbing Izuku by the shoulders, "Listen to me Izuku," Izuku looks down, the ink having now reached their knees, "Pay attention to these last words because very soon...you will forget everything...becoming one of the machine's children," Izuku growls, eyes wide with fear, trying to pull away...trying to open her mouth to tell him to let go of her… but her mouth was drowning in her own blood, "Come find me Izuku. Come find me and I'll show you your purpose...I'll give you...meaning," Izuku shakes her head, coughing out more blood, trying to breath, trying to pull herself free from Wilson's grip but he held onto her tighter, "And now...we die," Wilson rasps, closing his eyes, before he pushes Izuku's head underneath the ink.

And then, Izuku knew nothing but darkness...darkness...the cold...and the very loud noise of so many voices. So many voices, she couldn't tell which one was hers.

"Deku…."

"Just a pencil and a dream!"

"Sorry kid, it ain't going to happen,"

"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 don't have any magic! You really are a Deku!"

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

"Some kind of freak really...not having any magic...I'm not surprise if that is why Inko left her,"

"The Creator lied to us,"

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

The voices surrounded her, all but deafening her. Izuku sank lower and lower into the dark abyss. Her eyes strain to open, she strain to move even a muscle to swim out of the ink that she was slowly drowning in. She needed to move...she wanted to move...but it was like the strength had left her. She felt so tired, exhausted...drained...but finally she opened her eyes, forcing them to open against their will. She was slowly sinking down in some sort of inky black tunnel...a bright orange light above her that was growing smaller the deeper she sank.

It was so bright, and even though Izuku was far away from it...it felt warm. Ignoring the loud voices, she strained...struggle a bit, but ultimately was able to stretched herself forward, her hand, still stain with her blood, towards the light. Izuku frowns, and with as much energy she had, she forced herself to kick her feet, trying to swim upwards.

The voices died down a bit, still there...but now they had a tone of...confusion in them. It was as if the voices were...perplex that someone had the strength, the willpower to fight against the exhaustion and draining of the darkness that surrounded them, but Izuku didn't pay attention to that...she focus more in the light that grew and shimmer.

"Now...this is interesting," Izuku falters a bit at the new voice, the other voices going silent, "I never seen a sacrifice fight against the pull of the ink...well except for one...but it was a given that the Creator was stubborn,"

Izuku frowns at the voice, it sounded familiar but at the same time not. "That parasite is ruining everything...everything the Liar had hope for, everything the Liar had dream...this realm is in shambles because of him...if the Liar was still alive...he wouldn't be able to do any of this...he thinks of himself as the Liar's successor...but he isn't...he will never be nothing more than a parasite…"

Izuku felt something surged in her, giving her strength but it also freeze her, not allowing her to move a muscle...to not move an inch. Her green eyes move about, looking around frantically, until she saw a figure, suddenly standing before her. They were tall, malformed with skin made of the same black ink that surrounded them, with his head, to Izuku surprise looking a lot like Bendy's but with the top of his head appearing to be melted, obscuring his eyes. He even had the same grin as the cartoon, sketch-like but vibrating. He was hunched back sporting jagged spines from his crooked spine. His left arm was slightly longer than his right, which looked thinner and less human. The left he wore a cartoon gloce with four fingers. Looking down, Izuku could see that this Bendy's feet were mismatched with his right foot resembling a human while his left foot seem to have been cut off, only leaving a stump. Like Bendy, he too wore a bow tie, though his being large and slightly tilted.

Izuku couldn't pay much attention as the Bendy grabs her by the neck, his cartoon glove wrapping firmly around it, slightly choking her, "There has only been one...but with the Liars failed attempts to make a family, it had weaken the Ink Demon, it had weaken the Cycle's protection even more after his death allowing the parasite to take control...maybe with two...The Cycle and its people's can be saved…"

And with that, the being that held her in a tight grip, seemed to collapsed around her, the ink pushing itself into her mouth and surging downward into her stomach. Izuku screams, but they were silent, no one being able to hear as she kicks out her legs, her hands going to her throat as she struggles with every inch of her being.

As this was happening, several figures in the what looked to be a run down studio looked up. A woman with horns and a halo, and a wolf with a mechanical arm looked up, eyes widen in fear as ink shadows crawl along the walls. Many creatures screech in fear, running amok in the halls, trying to escape from whatever they were feeling.

They couldn't escape...no one could escape for what the living breathing studio was doing in order to stop the parasite.

A woman, with half her face melted off, a broken halo piercing her head screeches slamming her hands against the glass, while a man in overalls wearing a Bendy mask mutter to themselves, about how their Lord was coming, to set them free.

Another man, tired, exhausted, looks up from the sketchpad, a frown on his face as his tail swishes back and forth, "What are you doing now you creaky studio," he whispers, before looking down at his pad, a frown on his face at what he drew.

And hidden away in the upper levels, two pie-cut eyes blink in curiosity, before they narrow in rage. A bellow of rage ringing inside his head, wondering who now had his stolen power, the power that was stolen from him from the Liar, that let him allow to be weak and powerless… helpless.

Everyone in the Studio felt the change, but none knew how much this would change everything.