August grinned like a feral animal as they entered the room, everyone freezing to look at them. August paid them no mind as they went to work at making tea, taking slower than usual. Hmmm, in the room was Sammy, Wally, and Jack.
Wally looked like he was panicking while Jack adverted his eyes, Sammy looking awfully disappointed.
"What the fuck did you do?" The sandy blonde asked, pointing an accusing finger at the brunette. August shrugged.
"I had a fight with the Projectionist. Unfortunately, I forgot he get's carried away easily. Very animalistic," August replied while dropping a few leaves into the cup. "It's fine though."
Wally had left and returned just in time with a mop to hear this sentence. "Your arm is gone, there is blood on the floor, you look as pale as Bendy's face."
"Pssh, 'tis but a scratch!" August laughed as they waved their right hand in dismissal. Holing it up to gesture to their left shoulder, they went, "See? The blood is slowing down!"
"Thank god I can't smell shit, August that's... 1-2 liters of blood on the floor, pooling at your feet, and staining your clothing. You should be dead," Jack said, finally assessing the kid.
"But I ain't!" August beamed as they pointed at Jack, swing their arm across their body to form a fist in a playful manner.
Just then, Norman burst in covered in a mixture of ink and blood, looking quite dead inside. He waltzed into the room, shoved the arm he was holding into August's socket, then slapped the kid across the head.
"Don't fight the Projectionist, do you know how hard it is to wash blood off the wooden floors? Wally has got to clean this shit."
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