The Studio Stalker

A stalker in the hallways

Allison's POV. 

"It's just a really quick word with you, okay?" Allison tries to rearrange her words to present herself more friendly towards the man in front of him.

Henry nods as she walks into the room, he couldn't help but notice Susie still at the doorstep with a wide smile on her face. 

"Listen, Henry... About what you said earlier, I wanna thank you. And I hope if we could... hang out after you're done? How does that sound?" 

Henry takes in every word Allison has spoken about. Is she... asking him out? But isn't she with Thomas? No, no she wouldn't do that. Maybe she just have some questions about the incident? Yeah... that sounds- 

She probably has something against you that even you don't know. A voice mimicking his from behind his skull crawls to the surface. I don't think Joey would like that... 

"I'm sorry Allison..." Henry starts, rubbing his hand against the back of his forehead nervously. "I have to do something important at home today. Maybe later this week?" 

Or never. 

"I understand." Allison nods in agreement. "As long as we get to hang out together later, thank you." She then rushes out of the room, with Susie behind her tail. 

Though Susie closed the door behind her, their voices can still be heard. 

"I thought he was free tonight! He normally stays after work-" 

"It's fine..." Allison snaps roughly. "He still needs that break anyway... his hand remember?" 

"Yes, but..." Susie points out. "He's just gonna remain as the overworking ghost here. When do you ever see him take a break?" 

Henry hears enough. He turns back to the drawing desk. Just keep drawing, just keep drawing... 

"Maybe I just need an alternative to get around him..." 

Huh? 

"You mean..."

Thomas's POV. 

*Ding* 

Thomas pace himself after leaving the elevator. Though it's rare for Thomas to use the damn elevator, he had no choice. That laugh earlier when speaking with Susie, it's been on his mind for long enough to find something is wrong. Very wrong. 

Did we ever kill it off? Thomas questions himself only as he walk through the narrow corridors. It was too dark to see that day... Thomas could only shudder at the very memory of that even. That day...

*Flashback* 

"Franks, where are you?" Thomas charges at the forsaken inky abyss ahead of them. Of course, he slips through it with nothing but ink stains all over. A lot of ink stains. But his main focus is Wally's body laying on the floor. It was too dim, yet, hard to miss on the wooden floors. 

Reaching out to him, a quick slash of black cuts deeply into Thomas's right arm. He nearly screams at the sudden jolt of pain. After slicing back the monster into two inky puddles, Thomas looks over at his arm. Still attached, yet, those scratch marks cut deeply enough to bleed out a waterfall. 

"COME ON CONNER!" Sammy yells from upfront. Thomas looks up to see Norman carrying the unconscious Wally in his arm. Thomas stumbles upward and charges with the four to the exit. 

*Flashback end* 

Thomas slams opens the doors. "WALLY! Are you-?"

"IT WASN'T ME!" Wally cries out, tears already streaming down his pale face. Thomas not only takes in the shock of Wally being already awake, but also, a bunch of chocolate cake smudge all over his lips. 

Thomas takes a deep breath and then ask. "Wally...Was that my slice of chocolate cake? Again?" 

Wally fumbles over his own words. "I...found it aside my bed...I was so hungry..." 

"Never mind that." Thomas tries his best to shake off his anger. "Do you remember anything? About that day at the studio when we killed that thing?" 

Wally nearly loses balance on his bed by that sentence. "Not too much..." Wally answers, still shaking off his sudden chills. "I was in front of that thing... and then I collapse..." Hearing that makes Thomas almost stop himself from telling Wally the bad news. 

"Wally, don't tell anyone." Thomas steps closer to Wally with a serious look. "I think... the ink demon is still alive somewhere." 

Hehehe...

Thomas flinches. He turns around fully to find nothing within the corridor of the hallway. Not a soul in sight. 

"Wally... you heard that too, right?" 

"Uh-huh..." 

Joey's POV. 

"Understood... Thank you Wally." Joey hangs up the phone from the office. His breath quivers out of fear. It's still alive...

"Excuse me, Joey Drew sir." The door opens widely, making Joey turn and look. Standing at the door is a familiar face, thankfully not the creature. Allison lets herself in. "I...would like a job here...sir."