Showtime Showdown (Reversed Story, BATIM + SB)

Chapt. 2 |☆| Part 6 - Two Sides

That wasn't normal.

Henry knew that much.

This entire placed warped everything; His mind, his eyes, the Studio around him-
When Henry Stein had first been in the studio, it wasn't like this. Everything wasn't black, white, and sepia tones- There was color and life, and he knew something was wrong, but-

When he'd tried to leave, he was stuck.

Henry had been locked in.

And so here he was, straining his old joints in a mad dash through the sewers with a valve and a prayer.

That stranger, he wasn't human.
Nobody here seemed to be.
But he looked almost like a puppet on strings, and he was sticking around..

Honestly, could he even call that man 'Sammy' anymore?

Henry rushed to the steps, hurrying up and quickly going over to the pipe.

One, two, twist.

He needed to get up to Sammy Lawrence's office, now, and get the hell out of here.

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How had things ended up like this?

Rushing down the hall, memories swam back up to the surface.

Specifically of a time, not too long ago.

Squeeek, squeeek- The sound of the old valve sounded through the sanctuary, Henry taking one look before moving back down the hall.

And catching sight of a Bendy cutout, peering in at him.

Grasping the axe tightly in his hands, he slowly stepped closer before the cutout was suddenly yanked out of sight.
"--!!" With a small halt in his breath, he jolted back for just a moment.

Breathing in deeply, the man scratched his stubbled chin and slowly stepped out as he readied the axe again.

KHWOOOM!
One after the other, blobs he saw that didn't belong shot out arms and heads, warping and shifting as they dragged themselves forward with gurgled groans.

Catching sight of someone on the balcony above, Henry's gaze flicked up when he got the chance, narrowly avoiding the swipe of a bubbly, inky palm.

It was a man; At least, he thought so.

One made of ink as slick and stable as that of the brutish beast he'd seen on the ground floor, staring at him with empty, glowing eyes that dripped ever so slightly; Half-lidded and surprisingly calm in the situation.

Clasped tightly in his fingers and dangling over the railing, a chipped old cutout head dangled by a strap, paint chipping and peeling away in parts, seeming like that of a mask.

His other hand stretched out to his side, resting calmly on the cutout beside him, and...

His voice was that of Sammy Lawrence.

The first encounter he'd had, he thought that it was just a stranger; But when he spoke, seemingly to no-one...

"Yes. Yes, my lord. The Sheep is here, just as you anticipated.
You know him very well, I am certain; The Creator always left his problems unchecked, Until the last second.

No," He whispered, throwing Henry out of rythm as he got swiped on the side. "No, I have all the preparations ready.

By the time the sheep is tender enough, you will have him."

Before Henry could call out, the husk that was once Sammy Lawrence disappeared.

Henry was left to fight alone, once again.

And by the time he broke free, he heard voices in the distance; One all too familiar.

So, not wanting to face Sammy- or whatever he was speaking to, possibly his 'lord'- Henry fled to his next objective.

The Infirmary, and then the Sewers.