Inky Dismay

Chapter 3

Evelyn eyes opened up to her office desk, she must have fallen asleep while writing the script. As she lifted her head off her desk a piece of paper stuck to her face. She pulled the paper off and looked at the script she stayed up all night writing.

Her door suddenly burst open  and an already annoyed Joey stood there "Evelyn you better have that script done the deadline is tomorrow you better have something" Joey said looking at the exhausted Evelyn.

"Yes sir Mr. Drew I've got most of the script finished" Evelyn said looking down at the script papers "I don't want half I want the script done now. I've still got to get the artist to illustrate your script and then I have to get the animation team to animate it. So how about you GET THE DAMN SCRIPT DONE!!" Joey screamed at Evelyn. Evelyn looked down at the papers to avoid eye contact with the violent eyes of Joey "y-yes sir" Evelyn stammered out as Joey left her office.

A long sigh left Evelyn's mouth as she picked up her pen to continue writing the script. She remembered last night of that low growl of what sounded like a dying animal. A shiver went down her spine, non the less she shook it off and continued the script.

Down in the music department things weren't going so great, Sammy couldn't get any work done cause he was chasing Tommy everywhere and it put him back behind  in his work by weeks and Joey wasn't happy about it.

"Mr. Laurence, WHY IN GODS GREAT FUCK ARE YOU THREE WEEKS BEHIND ON THE MUSIC SCORE!!" Joey yelled at  Sammy. Sammy who was not having it today snapped back at Joey "YOUR MUSIC SCORE IS UP YOUR ASS YOU JACKASS!!!" Sammy screamed at Joey causing a fight to break out between them.

In the commotion Tommy had wondered off and was now in the artist department looking at all the concept drawings for bendy and the gang. It didn't take Sammy long to realize Tommy was gone, Sammy now in a panic shoves past Joey to find his son Joey not far behind still screaming at him.

Tommy managed to find his way to Henry's desk, where the man was packing away his stuff angrily. Tommy waddled up to him and pulled on his pants trying to gain his attention. Henry looked down and his anger melted away as he smiled at the little boy. He crouched down to Tommy's height and pat his head. 

"Hello Tommy, do you need something? Where's your father?" Henry asked looking for the dirty blonde headed music director. Tommy only smiled as he thrust the bendy and the gang's sketches at Henry. 

"Oh! I must have dropped these. Thank you very much Tommy. I'm sorry that you have to deal with being here. All this yelling, it's too much for child such as yourself." Henry said picking up the brunette child. 

Tommy only giggled as he played with Henry's face, this only made Henry laugh as he shook his head. Suddenly William came through the art department with box of supplies. Henry seeing how he was struggling, quickly placed Tommy down and helped the poor boy. 

"Wow there kid, you shouldn't be carrying this heavy stuff. At least not with some help." Henry chuckled as he helped William set the box down. William sighed as he stretched out his already sore limbs and smiled.

"Thank you so much Henry. I completely forgot to give out supplies for you and had to rush it up here. Very sorry." William sighed and Henry only frowned. Tommy began looking through the supplies, happily and contently. 

"Hey there's no need to apologize William. I honestly don't think you should have bothered anyway... " Henry mumbled which caught William's attention. He tilted his head with confusion.

"What do you mean by that?" William asked the tired artist. Henry let out a deep exhale as he stared at his packed up bags of all his work. He then looked back at the awaiting William.