b3ndy and the last survivors

prologue (day 1)

You know....my mom said that....were always free to choose, and she's right...and my grandfather said that dreams come and it's just a pencil and a dream...but for me...dreams do come true, but not how it ended...my name is Peter drew, and this is my story, of how I, was one of "the last survivors".

My story begins at a school, known as "starglow high", an average high for kids like me, I was only 16 at the time, only two years before hitting adult hood, when I was a kid I was obsessed with bendy the demon, I stayed up every night, till I passed out asleep, I anhaired both my mom and my grandfather, that is the ability to draw cartoons, and the only cartoons were about bendy, Alice and boris, my mom used to work at "arch gate studios", but she quit the place and decided to work at her own business, made by her, turns out arch gate studios was shut down cause of pipe problems, witch is one of the reasons why mom quit the job, when they discovered that mom was the daughter of "Joey Drew" my grandfather, she became the boss, and renamed the studio to "Drew production studios", when I was little she always took me there, witch is how I got into bendy, at pre-school kids used to make fun of me, like who does that, make fun of someone who likes cartoons, my mom always cheers me up when I come home, but there was no one to do the same at school, until I met Jason, my best friend, we grew up together at the same classes, until he started to change, he's still my best friend, but he wasn't there to protect me from the bullies, I tried fighting back, but no use, so I was solo the whole time, when we hit freshman years, I decided to leave him and make more friends, but I haven't told him yet, I was planning on doing that at the end of the school year, I'm just not ready yet, but are friendship will end soon, really soon......

"from a broken promise".

"Starlight high, May/14/89"

I was in my 6th class which was art, it was going to end soon but I wasn't paying attention to the clock, my mind was more focused on my drawing.

"There you buddy, looking good as always"

"Hehe, hello bendy" I then wave a little at the drawing, just trying to be playful.

Then the bell started ringing, as I started to pack up, my art teacher, "Mr. Wellington", stopped me to say.

"Uh Peter hold on! I need you to stay and clean up some of your mess right here", I then turned and looked at my desk, it was rather messy.

"Oh sorry Mr. Wellington I'll clean it up"

"Good, and another thing I would like to say" I then posed of what he said..

"Oh Uh, what is it"

"Well Pete, turns out I checked you grades and your not passing my class"

I frozed, then I spoke.

"W-what, but how"

"Well you see Peter, it's all of these"

He grabbed five papers of my bendy drawings and scrolled through each of them.