The Reader's Request Book [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Plot Holes - Part 1 of ?

"AKA, just over twenty meters," the half-demon clarified as they scribbled down a few things into the book.

"British people and their meters," MFR rolled her eyes.

"American people and their feet," Red shot back at her teasingly, smirking beneath their black face mask. "Back to the point. Zero has that power and also has an axe. Hatter's powers are unknown, but do they have weapons?"

"A gun," Ronnie replied.

"A gun!?" Red repeated.

"Tommy gun. The one from Bendy," Evan explained. "Hasn't actually used it yet, but still... the threat's definitely there."

"Doesn't the gun shoot ink, though?" MFR queried. "Technically it'd just be like getting splattered with paint, right?"

"I'd rather not get shot to find out," Ronnie noted.

"Fair enough," the Australian shrugged in response.

"Coward," the American teased.

"Back to the point," the half-demon diverted the topic, putting a period mark at the end of the sentence they had just written, finally prompting someone to ask about it.

"I'm guessing this is what you meant by having the right pen and paper?" Ronnie asked, craning their neck to peer at the notebook. "What makes this stuff different to the others?"

"Consider this an override for the actual story book," Red explained. "When I write in this, the story won't make up anything on its own, at least nothing drastic."

"How does it work?" MFR questioned.

"Beats me," Red shrugged.

"Wow, you know just what to say to reassure others, don't you?" the American sighed.

"We're in a magic mansion with magic entities and a magic portal made by a magic book that leads to a magic world. Is a magic pen the weirdest thing here?" the half-demon mused. Reluctantly, MFR conceded.

"So, what have you written?" Ronnie asked.

"I can't tell you," Red replied, noting the suspicious glances from their friends. "Just trust me on this, alright?"

"Not like we have a choice," the Australian sighed.

"Now come on, follow me. We're going to the portal room." With that, the half-demon marched at a furious pace towards a room within the group's shared mansion (or more precisely, a reclaimed mansion that the others have decided to move into rent-free). The significantly shorter individuals somewhat struggled to keep pace behind with their shorter legs, excluding MFR who was nigh-on looking for an excuse to blow off some steam with a run. After multiple twists and turns, as well as a trip up a flight of stairs, the four friends arrived at a small, rectangular room composed mainly of black painted wood and white paint, illuminated by yellow bulbs set into the longer walls, their light reflecting from silver metal decals. Its side walls were adorned with shelves containing a variety of books in glass cases to keep them protected, each one a different story written by the half-demon themself. A Message to Scott Cawthon: Reimagined, Fractured Reality, The Purple Puppeteer, Breaking Point, A Better End, The Lunar Cycle... each story was in its place, except for Afraid of the Dark, which had been placed on a lectern at the centre of the room. The story was open, its crisp white pages floating in an almost ethereal manner as the words written upon them released a subtle fiery glow, as well as the occasional crackle of what looked like red electricity. Behind this podium, against the otherwise empty wall, was a white door in a black frame.

Red looked at the ground to the bottom of the door with irritation, staring at the black inky footprints staining the floorboards. "You're helping me sand that down when we get back," they warned the group.

"It's not our fault you don't have a doormat there," Evan defended himself and his two friends quietly.

Red's tail flicked in irritation, and they let out a small sigh. "We'll deal with that later," the half-demon murmured, heading to the book at the central podium and flicking through the floating pages with a disappointed tutting noise. "It's a mess. A damn mess..." they mumbled under their breath, looking at the messy lines writing which the story had added in itself. Arrows had been drawn all over the pages, pointing to different sentences that were otherwise written out of order, making it incredibly difficult to read the narrative in chronological order. After a few moments of unsuccessful skim reading, Red turned to the next available blank page, quickly scribbling something down, before writing the same thing in their own notebook. Upon writing the full-stop at the end of the sentence, the book on the pedestal suddenly flicked through pages on its own, until settling on one seemingly at random. The group watched in a mixture of curiosity and awe as the ink on the page rearranged itself into a more legible font and layout. "Alright, hands out," Red turned to the group, immediately reaching for the closest person's wrist.

"Uh... what?" Evan raised an eyebrow, tensing up slightly but not pulling away when their forearm was grabbed by the half-demon. The look of confusion increased tenfold when Red suddenly drew what looked like a four-point star with a few minor details. As soon as their wrist was released, Evan frowned, rubbing the still wet ink to try and get it off.

"Make sure you keep these on, and try not to get them covered or smudged," Red instructed, as they moved to Ronnie. "This will allow us to make an emergency escape if needed."

Evan's eyes widened slightly, as he anxiously glanced down at the very smudged, now unrecognisable image. With an awkward smile, he nodded with a little, "Ight."

"How does this work? Or is it also something you don't know and/or can't tell us?" Ronnie asked in a semi-joking manner.

Red took out a pocket watch, one that didn't tell the time but instead was a timer. Its case was the same colour as the ink, and the clockface had the same logo as the one which they were drawing on others, although a dial on the side indicated that the image could be altered if needed. "Reset the timer, and we're sent back. Simple as that. At least as simple as interdimensional teleportation can be, I guess. Word of warning, it makes your hand burn up a little, but it's not something that leaves a mark. Well, it's kind of a pain to clean of the ink afterwards, but it'll come off eventually."

"What's the chances of a red ruby popping out of that thing if we smash it open?" MFR smiled.

Red rolled their eyes. "None. And don't test it. I need this thing."

"No promises."

"Stick close to me, don't go out of my sight, and if I ask you something random, just trust me and answer to the best of your ability, okay everyone?" the half-demon instructed, returning the pocket watch to its place, and took the black notebook back out. They turned to look at each of their three friends, noting the varied looks on each of their faces. Confidence was lacking in most expressions, replaced mainly by unease. However, there was steely resolve in each pair of eyes, their protectiveness overriding any fear that would prevent them from proceeding. One by one, everyone gave nods. Red nodded back, pulling open the white door, allowing a small puddle of viscous ink to slowly spread out from the stained, sepia-toned hallway within.

"Charming," the half-demon muttered, before stepping aside and gesturing their friends to come through. "After you."