This is a story that actually has four fandoms and another mentioned, Undertale (and the Multiverse, because I'm including Error, it's inspired by [on Wattpad] Harrish6's story Healing What Has Been Broken, just with my own twist on it, and at the very most I'll just use tidbits of the story, mainly from the first two chapters most likely and then some, hopefully I don't ruin it), Bendy and the Ink Machine (with a bit of my own twist on it, don't know for sure because Chapter 3 has yet to come out, but kinda inspired by many stories and comic dubs I've read and watched), Harry Potter (ignoring the fact that I haven't read the series for some time, this is inspired by The Blameless Fugitive, which sadly has not been updated for a while, and because of that fact I haven't read it in a while and I don't have the best memory... ignoring that, I'm kind of continuing it for the author who's name I can't remember for sure [Griffenhippo?, without their permission, but hopefully they won't mind, but I'm mainly just tampering with it, if you don't like what I write, don't blame the ones who unknowingly inspired me), and Five Nights at Freddy's (inspired by Five Nights with Harry, too lazy to check who wrote it [Harry L something?] but I, of course, am too lazy to get permission for using big chunks of their story, but hopefully they won't mind... but still I'll be tweaking a few things to fit what I will be writing, since this will be taking place before Harry's third year instead, though I'll work my way up to fourth year and maybe even fifth. Again, don't blame them). But Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion will be mentioned probably multiple times and their axe will be used, and for the most part, it'll only be mentioned as flashbacks, and I'm thinking of having Bendy and Error go through there and have the flashbacks, but I might add Harry before I have him work at Freddy's... That actually sounds like a good idea, but also kinda interferes with what I've planned, but also, at the same time, goes along with it. Well, if anyone reads this and likes it (the story), then you have the right to suggest ideas, and I may or may not use your ideas depending if they interfere with what little I've planned, but I may be able to be swayed if your reasoning is good and helps me plan a bit more. Now, onto the first chapter! (Or prologue, I haven't yet decided. Also, in case you haven't guessed, I do not own anything other than possibly the idea to put all of these fandoms together in this way. Also, the point of view, or rather, the places and scenes, are switching a lot this chapter).

~~~~With The Minister~~~~

Fudge paced around in his office. He had set his best Aurors on the Boy-Who-Lived who turned out to be a rising Dark Lord, yet they still have not captured the boy. No doubt using a bit of Dark Magic to escape. I still can't that he fooled us all for so long! Not to mention taking advantage on those who thought they could trust him! But I suppose we could blame that on Black, for twisting his mind at such a young age. The easily bribed and manipulated Minister thought bitterly, before grabbing a bottle of Firewhiskey, too frustrated and not wanting to deal with the small part of him that wondered if Harry James Potter was actually innocent, a Blameless Fugitive that shouldn't be a fugitive in the first place.

However, Fudge couldn't help but stubbornly dismiss the thought- after all, Dumbledore himself called the boy a disgrace! If only he had listened to that small part...

~~~~With Harry~~~~

Harry had just left the scene of his fake struggle minutes before the Aurors came upon the scene of the abandoned Weasley tent that Harry had stolen, smears of blood and bits of wood hopefully misleading them to believe that someone got there first and attacked him. The orphaned boy grimaced guiltily as he remembered the fact that he had stolen and damaged the property of the already very poor Weasley family.

But as soon everyone realizes that all of these accusations of me being a Dark Lord are false, as soon as they apologize and Dumbledore himself admits that he was wrong and asks for forgiveness, I'll pay for any damage I may have done. Maybe even get the Weasley family a new tent. Harry nodded, though a part of him doubted things would get better, still feeling the sting of hurt and betrayal from knowing that Dumbledore, the one he looked up too, called him a disgrace and encouraged those accusations.

"They'll see all the wrongs they've done to me... Make amends. Maybe Hermione and Ron and I can start anew again, make sure that we're friends. I'm sure that they were just trying to get me to leave, get me to save my own skin... Besides, there are others worse off than me- I shouldn't be complaining." Harry muttered to himself, clutching his broom tighter with his uninjured arm and hand as he was forced to go through a thunderstorm in order to fully cover his tracks. However, he didn't know if he could forgive Dumbledore and the Wizarding World.

And elsewhere, his muttered "there are others worse off than me" rung true. After all, having to become a murderer despite not wanting to is definitely worse than an accusation, right?

~~~~With Bendy~~~~

The living cartoon awoke from his troubled slumber, and quickly looked around. After his memories returned fully, the ink demon relaxed. Bendy sighed, and took off his coat that was a part of his camouflaged tuxedo, looking away from the hearts of corrupted living cartoons that he was forced to rid the world of. Now Bendy was simply wearing his bow, a long sleeved white button up shirt, black pants, and his usual shoes. Stretching, the cartoon took a specific bunch of papers out of a hidden pocket on the inside of his coat, ignoring the corrupted heart of his former friend, Boris.

The demon paused, before glancing at the diagrams and notes that Joey had hanging on the walls. It was Joey's fault that Boris had become Corrupted. But though Bendy deeply hated Joey, the last living cartoon could wait for his revenge. Right now, he was more worried about a friend of his that hadn't visited for a very long time now. His friend may always be very busy, but by now he should've found the time to visit, even if he had to take some time off from his alone time.

The demon frowned- his friend was also a mix of a father and uncle figure to others, so there should be nothing to worry about. However... I have been wrong before. After all, Joey wasn't the one who truly Created me- my first drawing was drawn in the late 1880s, and it was drawn by his grandfather. Bendy thought as he gazed upon the papers in his gloved hands, which showed the demon with multiple expressions, not the same always-smiling short, almost dorky "official" version of the "Dancing Demon" that was on the posters that lined the hallway.

Bendy tilted his head that was kinda just floating since he didn't have a neck. Sitting up straight, the living old time cartoon found his "pie cut eyes" drifting over to his coat and away from his first drawings. Drifting over to his axe that was hidden within the coat, to be more specific. The demon had the feeling that his friend wasn't doing so well, but Bendy knew he wouldn't be able to help- he didn't know how or where to help, where to go, and how to get there.

Besides, the ink demon knew his friend would deny that he needed help. But Bendy knew that the skeleton was in trouble, and the "Little Devil Darling" would've sworn heads were going to roll if he had known how much pain Error was in- for something that he was forced to do.

~~~~With Error~~~~

The Forced God of Destruction had already known pain well. But there was something about being unable to feel anything but pain and anguish... That just made him snap. As Error was being kicked and beaten, he found himself once again being filled with R A G E. Righteous anger mixed with that rage and his magic, to the point that it was almost painful to not do anything.

The magic mixture swirled restlessly within Error, and in a desperate attempt to do something, anything, it revealed his new true voice. However, that wasn't enough. It howled in fury, and Error finally couldn't hold it back. The God screamed with his magic as it broke free and lashed out, tossing his attackers off of him and away from him. Ignoring how his bones creaked and groaned, old wounds reopening, Error picked himself off the ground, blood and dust slowly trickling off of him.

"ENOUGH! YOU ALL KNOW NOTHING! WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE WHEN YOU HAVEN'T HEARD MY SIDE OF THE STORY?!" the glitch screamed, his voice, though smooth and deep with an interesting static background, filled with rage almost as great as the rage that drove him to do awful things that to this day he was still feared for. Error's attackers gazed at the Destroyer of AUs with pure shock, and a bit of confusion as well as a hint of self-doubt.

However, Error didn't hang around to explain his side of the story. If they wanted to know, then they would've asked long ago. The God of Destruction reasoned before growling, "Now, if you don't mind, I have to recover before... well, I have a friend to visit before I destroy another AU. I, believe it or not, am constantly busy. Lots to destroy, many kiddos to visit and entertain, a pal to talk to, and then when I can, a life-threatening adventure of a lifetime. Now, I'm leaving. So, bye." With that, Error turned away, swiped his hand down (making a portal to the Anti-Void) before stepping into the place he called home.

Closing the portal behind him, the glitch found his gaze landing upon a book. An old magical book that had once belonged to Merlin at one time. A book that Error had rescued from it's crumbling hidden location, because he knew he would be using it one day. Feeling the rage give way to sadness with tears forming, and seeing the pages of the book flip to a potion that required a God's tears, Error knew that that day was today.

Upon seeing what the potion's purpose was and feeling a flicker of doubt, Error muttered to himself: "Who knows? Maybe this will help someone going through a situation similar to mine, whether they use it or someone else does. And who am I to deny them that help?" And with that, Error began making the potion that would help several souls in due time.

~~At Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria~~

Freddy didn't want to kill the guard, but the Marionette made him. The possessed brown bear animatronic gazed with regret and self-hate upon the Fazbear suit that was leaking blood and shredded gore. Though Freddy wasn't exactly sure what "the joy of Creation" was, the bear knew he hated the very thing that the Marionette loved.

The Marionette loved it to the point that the puppet forced Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy to stuff the night guards into Fazbear suits as the twisted animatronic saw it as continuing the path to "the joy of Creation". The clock made it's cheerful alarm of children cheering. Such a happy noise to hide the dark truth hidden within this Pizzeria. Freddy thought numbly before making his way over to his place.

For the thousandth time, Freddy prayed that someone stop the Marionette forever, so that the spirits of the past night guards as well as himself and his friends were finally free. But this time, Freddy felt as if his prayers would finally be answered... Within time.