BATIM: Bloody Heart REMAKE

Prologue - Please Read!

Before I start the story, I would like to clarify that this is a remake of my own story. I reread my fanfiction, feeling both satisfied and dissatisfied. Considering that the writing wasn't too bad for how old I was when I first started writing it, but at the same time, my use of vocabulary was very easy and not appropriate for how old I was.

I could have had been able to use more expanded vocabulary, BUT I DIDN'T AND THAT'S NOT OKAY.

Anyway, I have several reasons as to why I'm rewriting my fanfiction.

1. I wanted to expand my vocabulary.

2. I want to add more storyline.

3. I want to add more maturity to the plot.

4. I want to do all of this without having to restart the whole book, since I did work extremely hard on coming up with the plot.

5. There needs to be more of a realistic romance.

6. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!

7. More words and describing in the chapters.

8. Making the story sound like someone my age would write

So, this book, hopefully, will get more recognition instead of my other book because of its faultiness and plot buildup.

Also, for any newcomers, my last book AND this book will have Bendy as the protagonist, instead of him being the antagonist

Thank you! xx

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I opened the wooden door. My heart sunk with how I recall my father's words;

"You are not allowed into that place! It's dangerous for someone who doesn't even know how to protect themselves." The way he crossed his arms every time he purposely acted like a smart-ass really made my blood boil.

"I can protect myself just fine!" I say, mocking him as I look around at the posters on the wall. Besides, I've watched many wrestling acts to know how to protect myself. I used to mimic their spellbinding piledrivers when I was younger with my little brother. Of course, I always got in trouble for it, but whenever he got me pissed, I was always able to get him back.

I laugh to myself, eyeing around the room, "He deserved all of that."

I haven't tried pulling one of those stunts off in years though. But if I was fired up enough, I believe I could take down a whole person! ...

I peer around the corner and find a desk with a small, cute face of a Bendy. "No?" I asked myself, reading the text, "Was it disapproved?" I wonder why. It's kinda cute. Apart from the creepy atmosphere, this place surrounds me with, I feel quite comforted with this small detail. I shrug, my dad is into mildly creepy items anyway. There's no use questioning myself.

I walk back into the room with the projector and notice the cardboard cut-out of Bendy. "Oh, that's cool!" I point out. It looks exactly like the cartoon version on TV. If the posters and cute face weren't proof enough that this place is the workshop for the Bendy the Demon cartoon, this cut-out made it official.

"You like what you see?" A voice from behind me asked anonymously. I swiftly whip around to face the man, but he wasn't apparent. "Huh?" I ask, finding myself bewildered. "Can I ask in what way you find this 'cool'"?

I turn around again and find a man around my age. He had curly black hair and his skin abnormally pale. "Who are you?" I hadn't put my guard up yet.

"The real question is, who are you?" He leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms, "From what I can tell, you're trespassing."

"I have full permission to be here!" - Lies. "My father was the owner of this place. I came here to investigate."

He looked like he didn't know how to react, but his eyes suddenly darkened, and he wore a sharp glare. "You shouldn't be here."