Mysteries Of The Studio (Batim & Batdr x Male Reader)

Prologue

You (Narrating): Four years, that's how long it's been since I last worked at Joey Drew Studios, since I last saw Buddy and Dot. At first it was a dream job, getting paid a fair amount while pursuing my passion of drawing.

But the work conditions were... unfavorable, Joey Drew himself always wanted the drawings done on time, sometimes giving us strict deadlines, I had to work late most nights. It certainly didn't help once Joey was taking the money needed for studio supplies and pouring it all into some...

Ink Machine.

The building itself also started to suffer, due to the pipes going through the entire studio. I sometimes saw ink leaking down the walls from the pipes, the stuff is hard to remove... So unless it was in a pen, I tended to stay clear of that stuff.

The other employees didn't seem to be any better, some almost cracking under the stress, others acting strange, and the music composer Sammy almost drowning in ink after being soaked in the stuff. I just kept to myself and continued drawing, sometimes Joey and a few others compared me to a guy named Henry.

Then I met them, Dot, and Buddy, two teens who became my friends, they were investigating something and got me to join them on some occasions, we always ate lunch together, what happened next is... Fuzzy.

I awoke in a hospital bed, the doctor said I suffered a work related injury to the head, Dot was sitting next to me completely pale and shaken. I asked her where Buddy was and she just looked at me, said she was sorry and left, I learned that she quit the day after... I haven't seen her since.

I soon quit myself saying that I just couldn't handle the stress and that my parents didn't want me working in a place that seemed like it would fall apart at any given moment.

Until finally it happened... Joey Drew Studios was shut down due to depts, unfinished animations, and money shortage. The studio was abandoned, and Joey just left closing himself off in his apartment... Probably out of shame.

To this I never found out what happened to Buddy, but I knew that I was going to find out one way or another.