BATIM Oneshots ig

Wait he remembered? Norman + Wally ☁

TW: profanity

"Wally..." Sammy said calmly, yet obviously infuriated. He looked at the brunette in front of him on the other side of the desk. Every now and then, a worker would pass by and take a small glance through the window, only to realize the situation and look away. A mad Sammy was a dangerous Sammy

"Oh no, Wally in B flat," the janitor awkwardly chuckled. He didn't even know if it was B flat, as it was a fruitless attempt at releasing the tension

After a disappointed sigh, the blonde looked at him and said, "Where. The. FUCK. did you place your FUCKING keys?!"

Slamming his hands on the desk he looked straight at Wally. Holy shit was he always that scary-

"I-I erm, lost them?" Wally said, shuffling away slowly.

"WALLY THIS IS THE 10TH TIME THIS WEEK! AND IT'S ONLY WEDNESDAY!" The musician shouted angrily.

Out of nowhere Norman walked out of the shadows and looked at the pair.

"... Norman what the fuck are you doing in my office?"

"The usual."

And with that, he snached Wally's wrist and sprinted out of the definitely not locked room.

"NORMAN WHAT THE HELL?!" was faintly heard behind them.

Wally was running, Norman calmly dragging him behind while the janitor panicked. Oh gosh he was fast. The walls blurred for a moment, their footsteps filling Wally's ears.

Norman yanked his wrist to bring the janitor in front of him and shoved him in the closet, earning a yelp from the smaller. The projectionist jumped in soon after and shut the door, covering the Wally's mouth to stop him from making any noise.

"NORMAN WHAT THE FUCK?!" Sammy yelled, bursting with anger from around the corner. 

"Ugh," Sammy groaned, dragging out the word in annoyance. "You can't just keep saving him every time he gets in trouble!" He continued, walking away

Wally could only stand there, frozen still in fear. Oh gosh where's the light? Wait is he still out there?

After a while of silence, in the dark... alone... The door opened and Wally stumbled out.

"Woah, okay there Walls?" Norman said, catching and dusting the janitor off. Wally was disoriented, and looking as if he was going to dissociate from reality.

"It was dark. And cramped. And dusty. Did I mention I hate the dark and I'm claustrophobic?"

"No, no you didn't."

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The brunette awoke in a strange park, the grass green and sky a light blue. Wild flowers littered the floor and insects buzzed around them and in the clear sky. Where the hell was he?

He couldn't move, and his mind was too blurred to do more than think and basic bodily functions. Did he die or something? How did he get here? He could hear faint laughter of children in the distance, but only if he tried hard enough.

There was... more chatter nearby. Something like.. "Are you okay?" and a bunch of reunions. Or that's what it sounded like.

"Woah there, you good?" An oddly familiar voice said with a chuckle. Wait a moment, is that Norman?

Wally bolted up from his spot, full alert. Woah that is Norman. He looked around and saw some familiar faces. The Studio workers. And they look young.

"What happened?"

"... You don't remember what happened? Did Joey do something to you?"

"What?" The janitor asked, confusion lacing his features. "What happened? What did I miss?"

Norman looked over at his former co-worker, concern evident. "Are you even Wally?"

Of course he was Wally! "Of course I am!" he exclaimed, echoing his thoughts.

"Oh yeah? What is he afraid of?"

"The dark and tight spaces," he said as-a-matter-of-factly. Suddenly he felt a hand on his head, ruffling his hair.

"Fine, if you say so," Norman said before running off, looking for a certain blonde. Wally stared after him, before uttering a few words.

"Wait, he actually remembered me?"

626 words

Hmm, is this short or enough for a one shot?