Chapter One: Down The Rabbit Hole...Wait, That Is NOT A Rabbit

A/N: Yep, another crappy story!

Nope, The Mew Gang's not out yet. I just had this weird urge to write this after getting into the fandom.

And nope, haven't played the game XD I read the entirety of the wikia though, does that count?

No?

Well, uh...

...on with the story!

"OW! Dammit!"

He wasn't quite sure what he'd landed on.

He also wasn't sure where he was, why he didn't have his pokemon, or, for that matter, why he was in the middle of some kind of demonic ritual summoner thingy.

The last thing he remembered before now was being in his "gym" in the Indigo Plateau...

...and this sure the fukin hell wasn't the Indigo Plateau.

He glanced around, noticing a large ink blotch on the floor. He also noticed that there was a hole in the side of a wall...

...almost as if someone had broken it...

Don't think about that, Will.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it...Dammit!

Why am I thinking about it!

He walked out of the room, only to be faced with...

...a gaping hole in the ceiling that he probably couldn't climb up.

"What the hell is wrong with this world?!"

As he walked back, he could have sworn he saw something move above the hole.

But when he turned around, there was nothing there.

When he got back to the room he'd found himself in, the first thing he noticed was that the ink blotch was gone.

The next thing he noticed was the three coffins laying against the wall.

"What. Why the hell would you need coffins for one of these? Unless you were summoning the dead or a vampire or something...not that you'd need a coffin for the vampire, with the amount of sunlight in here..."

Glancing around, he noticed a couple of chairs.

Wonder what those are for...it's not like anyone lives here...

Something in the "doorway" caught his eye, but when he turned around, nothing was there.

Again.

This was getting really creepy.

"On top of all this, I have an invisible stalker...how nice." He commented sarcastically.

As he walked out of the room to go contemplate how to climb up to the hole without any walls, a small demon smirked in, unnoticed by him.

This could be fun...

He stared at the hole.

"Now how the hell am I supposed to get up there?" He wondered out loud.

Something moved behind him.

He turned around as fast as he could.

There was nothing but an ink blotch.

An ink blotch that certainly hadn't been there before.

"...guess I'm being paranoid...but I swear that ink blotch wasn't there before."

He turned back around.

Around an hour later, he finally managed to figure out a way.

He'd found a rope-ish thing (that once again, he swore hadn't been there before), and used it to climb up.

Now he was faced with a sea of ink.

"HOW DID ALL THIS INK EVEN GET HERE."

"The Ink Machine."

"I was being sarcastic," He said, almost absentmindedly. Seconds later, he whipped around. "Who the hell are you?"

"I could ask the same of you. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The figure replied, sounding a bit annoyed.

"My name is Will. I don't know how I got here, and I sure the hell don't want to be here." Will replied.

"...huh...anyway, my name is Henry. I'm here because I got a letter from an old friend..." The figure (now known as Henry) said.

Will tilted his head.

"You remind me of someone..." He said, looking him over.

"...well, I better get started." Henry said after a few moments.

"Started what?"

"Started looking for Joey again...dunno where he went..."

Will nodded. "Bye."

"Farewell."

And with that, Henry was gone.

Will stood there, not exactly sure what to do.

A couple seconds later, there was a piercing scream.

"...yup, not going that way..."

After getting across the lake of ink, he wandered around for a little.

So far, he'd gotten jumpscared by a piece of possessed cardboard and found a weird book.

Not exactly finding a way out of there.

Sighing, he turned to head back the way he came...

...and froze.

That door hadn't been there before...

...then again, maybe it had and he'd just been too preoccupied.

After staring at it for a few minutes and confirming that yes, it was real and no, it wasn't going to disappear, he opened it.

The first thing he saw after opening the door was a corpse.

He closed the door immediately and started panicking.

Oh arceus there's a murderer here I gotta get out of this crazy place!

A few minutes later, he calmed down and told himself he had to be imagining things, or something like that.

He opened the door again and repeated the entire thing.

After repeating that sequence for a while, he finally entered the room.

Glancing around, he noticed two things.

One: There was a fukin wrench stuck in the corpse's chest cavity.

Seriously, who did that?!

And two: Scrawled on the right wall was a sentence. It was written in fresh ink that was dripping everywhere and making a mess.

It said, Who's Laughing Now?

For some reason, he was reminded of something.

Maybe that game he'd watched Karen play on her laptop for a while...

...he really didn't see why she liked horror games so much, but that was her business.

He finally got up enough nerve to look at the corpse.

The body was an either an anthromorphic wolf or an anthromorphic dog. He wasn't quite sure which.

It was chained to some kind of operating table.

It looked like it had been gutted, and its heart and lungs were missing.

He could see four ribs, and most of the rest of the corpse's insides. Not that he wanted to.

Its eyes were X-shaped, which he thought was strange. Eyes were not X-shaped, and they only became that way in cartoons.

This guy was clearly dead, and this was clearly not a cartoon.

The most disturbing thing was the ink sprayed out everywhere, and the ink gushing out from the chest wound.

It was almost like the ink was blood.

But that was impossible...

...right?

He was still fairly traumatized by the corpse when he reached a room that had an animation going.

It was a fairly small black and white, cartoonish demon who was dancing.

He wondered if it had a name. Seemed like it should, being a cartoon character.

He suddenly felt like he was being watched.

Turning around as fast as he could, he stared behind him.

An ink blotch. He was sure it hadn't been there before.

And then the ink started forming a shape.

A/N: So how'd ya like the first chappie? I know it's not the best, but then again, my writing never is. :P

So, the plot so far is that Will somehow gets sucked out of his world and into Bendy and the Ink Machine.

His reaction to the corpse woud actually probably be my own :P I'm a wimp

Eh.

Not bad for a first chapter. Hit over 1k words, at least.

I have so much plot inside of me...*cries*