As Bandit climbed up the steps, he reached for the door.
Listening intently and hearing nothing behind, the puppet peeked out before concluding fully that the coast was clear.
Stepping out into the hall, Bandit's gaze flicked around.
Big metal door, closed door, doorway seeming to lead deeper in, the original way he came...
Doorway potentially leading deeper seemed like a good option, so of course the Showdown Bandit found himself trotting through, climbing cautiously over a damaged pipe and peeking around the corner of the hall, eyes catching a room on the other side, boarded up.
A heart was thumping that wasn't his.
Gears screeched within the dark of the room, and heavy breaths that sounded almost like a wild animal of some kind; Bandit felt a shudder up his wooden spine, hand drifting to one of the plushies in his pockets for some form of support as he stepped out from the cover of the corner wall.
Slowly approaching the boards, Bandit took a deep breath.
And so, he stepped forward.
Bandit peeked inside, adjusting his hat with a rise of one brow;
Bandit often disliked dark, scary rooms, for obvious reasons-- But this one at least seemed... empty?
A mangled white-gloved hand burst from the shadows, quickly shutting down that thought as a haunting yowl echoed through the halls.
"YieeEEK!!?!" Bandit squeaked, stumbling back before quickly moving to start running as planks cracked behind him.
Whatever was behind there, it wanted to break out.
And it would.
He needed to go, now.
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Showtime Showdown (Reversed Story, BATIM + SB)
RastgeleNOTE: BATIM Spoilers ahead! Showtime Showdown takes place in an Alternate Universe(AU) of BATIM+SDB; The events, characters, et cetera in this fic are NOT aligned entirely with either canon. When reading this fic, keep in mind things Will be differ...
