Shattered Destiny (BendyMouse)

Chapter 1

Mickey POV
I walked out the door breathing the outside air. I heard the sounds of cars, trucks, horses, children, and construction. I began my stroll deciding against taking my car. I could probably get farther with my car, but the car is less relaxing. I walk down the road see in thought. Little did I know I was headed further and further out of town.

I entered the woods without knowing it and continued my journey. It wasn't until I bumped into something hard that I realized where I had gone. I looked up seeing a building. It seemed to have stretched for miles, in the very front was a huge sign reading 'Joey Drew Studios'.

A workshop? More importantly a filming workshop. What's it doing all the way out here?

I look around the perimeter and found nothing. The place seemed abandoned. Out of curiosity I decided to venture inside. I know, "why would you do that? That's a stupid mistake". I agree, but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat not the mouse so here goes nothing. I push the door and walk inside. It was huge the interior looked as though it was from one of my older cartoons. Something Walt would've envisioned.

I miss Walt he was such an amazing creator. He was so kind and caring. Always made sure everyone felt welcomed. He even made it to where me and Oswald got along. Though it was mainly Oswald who didn't like me. He felt I had taken his spot light, but now He's happy with his wife and children ruling Wasteland. A place where all forgotten toons go to live. I sometimes visit them, but that's on occasion when I'm not swarmed by producers and Minnie.

I know what your thinking "Why Minnie?" Well unlucky my Minnie is a very jealous woman. She always wants my attention when I'm not filming a episode and she hates when I visit Oswald. She says I'll be infected by his forgotteness. I know I know, "Mickey that's your girlfriend! You love her! She's so sweet! Your lying!" I've heard it all before, but she's not the same off screen as she is on. I've grown quiet used to it and Walt says no matter what I need to treat her right. So that is what I do.

Bendy POV
It was a normal day in hell. I was wondering the workshop waiting for Henry's arrival. He had just finished his 90th loop and is in the process of 'talking' to JoEy. I figured JoEy was taking his sweet ass time and talking Henry's ears off. That bitch always worked my nerves when he tried to talk to me. He's lucky Henry's nice.

I know what your thinking why are you complementing your 'enemy' well in all honesty both me and Henry gave up those titles 80 years ago. Each year is another loop and we've grown tired of the whole 'enemy' thing. Instead we sit and talk about random things that cross our minds.

We've changed the story and made it our own. We broke the loop yet it still continues. JoEy says the only way to end it is to kill Henry, but I rather stay in this loop forever than do that. Henry's my real creator I've learned that from our talks. He actually cared for us, but JoEy made him leave. For satans sake I hope that man will finally pass with his old age. But that's unlikely as he's stuck in this loop as well.

I was interrupted when the sound of a creaking door caught my attention. I figured it was Henry so I walked to the main room. Boy was I in for one hell of a surprise. I wasn't met with my creator instead I was met with a mouse. A bloody mouse. Who in the hell let this bloody thing in. Uh just great. I guess I should converse with it. I don't want to be rUdE.

(Bendy is B. Mickey is M.)
B: Hello mouse.
M:H-Hello?

Mickey POV
I was greeted by some cat like thing as I entered the workshop. It looked at me with its tall inky form. It towered over me and when it spoke it sounded as though it had a demonic entity entrapped into it. I decided that it's act of trying to start a conversation were made to seem polite. This for some reason made me feel warm inside. I felt as though he could be trusted. I know I'm crazy for doing this but maybe he's not so bad, he seems nice. Right?

M: How did you get here?
B:I should be asking you that.
M:Oh I was walking in town and ended up lost in the woods bumping into this place.
B: You got lost? And decided to explore an abandoned building you come across? Are you fucking crazy?
M:One maybe. Two watch your language!
B:Or what? You must be one of those goody two shoes. The kind that entertain children and never cuss.
M:I'm Mickey the Mouse, most popular toon and entertainer of all children.
B: I should've assumed that from your colorful appearance.

It seemed as though it hurt him to say the world, almost like it hurt him to be happy.

M: So what's your name?
B:Bendy-
M:Hiya Bendy
B: You didn't let me finish mouse.
M:Oh so-
B:Im Bendy the Dancing Demon
M:D-Demon?!
B: Yeah, why does that bother ya?
M: N-No just unexpected. How'd you end up here?

Yeah I'm definitely crazy. I'm trusting a demon.

B: My fake creator and my actual creator created this place 100 years ago. They made us and had us release episodes to the world.
M:So like me?
B:Yeah, but as usual every star has their time and that time eventually comes to an end.
M:Yeah I have an older brother who has been forgotten. He rules Wasteland a place for all forgotten toons. It's a wonder you didn't end up there.
B:Yeah well I'm from JoEy and I presume your from someone else.
M:Yeah I'm from Walt, Walt Disney.
B:Yeah makes sense Disney was always so fucking cheery, while Drew was always so fucking dark. Satan bless me for I have forsaken his name.
M:Do you not like your creator?
B:I do, however I hate JoEy.
M:They aren't the same person?
B:Nope. Henry Stein is my creator, JoEy Drew is a manipulative asshole that's nothing but a lying son of a bitch that wants everyone to "appease the gods." Appeasing the gods got us into this fucking mess.
M: That sounds terrible! I'm sorry you had to go through that.

I really do feel sorry for him. He sounds as though his life has been crap. Yes I refuse to cuss I know your calling me a wimp, but I think of the children and refuse to do so. But back to what I was saying he probably stays here alone. I couldn't imagine being alone. Maybe he needs a friend? I hope I don't regret this.

M:Hey what do you say about us being friends?
B:...

To be continued...