Devil's Swing • Book 1 •

• The Studio • Chapter 2 •

It's me again! Of course, who else would it be? Anyways, sorry for boring you in the last chapter. I'll try not to this chapter. Ehh-

*(Y/n)'s P.o.v*

My feet lightly tapped on the ground as I made my way across the street. It was 3:24, just a little after school ended. The teacher made me stay to finish some homework. I'm not one to get it done so quickly.

I passed by Starbucks, Tim Hortons, and some other not-so-popular buildings. The street was a little dirty, but it didn't matter. It's not like anyone would clean it anyways.

I stopped at a sign that read two streets. My street, 'Taylor Street', was the one I usually gone down. I sighed, and took the other route.

Sorry mom, I'm not coming home. Hope you'll be able to forgive me.

I pulled out a piece of paper from my backpack. It was a map of my city, Nanaimo. I knew my city well enough to get around, but I have never travelled far enough from my home.

The walk was long, but I eventually made it. My feet carried me to a rugged, old looking place. I questioned if this was the right address, but decided not to worry. I walked up to the door, and tried to twist the handle. Of course, it was locked. I groaned, banging my head against it. I kept banging it until I heard something snap. I looked at the handle. With little hesitation, I busted open the door, falling in.

"Ow!" I yelled, "What the hell?" I sat up on the spot, trying to roll up my sleeves, "There better not be blood.. I can't deal with that right now." I growled. As I struggled to get my shirt rolled up on my arm, something slammed behind me. I jumped up, holding my mouth to keep quiet. My sleeve rolled back down, "Ah, fuck." I whispered.

"Watch your language." A voice snapped. I jumped again, this time to my feet. I decided not to explore the voice. He didn't need me seeing him.

I walked down the narrow hallway filled with posters. Glee filled me as I read the captions. I remembered them. All of them read episodes of "Bendy: The Dancing Demon!". I was for sure I was in the right place.

I checked the time. 4:46. I had to get home soon or my mom will start calling the cops. She always worried about me, no matter what I was doing. I appreciated it though. At least she was caring.

As I made my way through the hallways, I couldn't help but notice how broken down this place was. Papers were everywhere, machines left on, books left around. I enjoyed the little Bendy cutouts though. They were sweet. I stood in front of one, reaching for it.

"Don'tcha want the real deal instead?" A familiar voice spoke. I froze in place.

"She's mine.." another voice growled. It mumbled a few more words, but it was inaudible.

"Oh dear.. we're not alone." It giggled. I heard footsteps inching towards me. I remembered my dream, and what happened to Joey when he didn't run.

"Help!" I called out as I ran, "Help me, anyone-!" A loud grumble made it's way around the halls. Frightened, I called to the one person that could possibly be here.

"Joey! Joey, help!"

The footsteps became louder and faster.

"Get me out of here, Joey!" I screamed. The footsteps were practically behind me now. It's shadow was small and thin. Something rose up above its head as I ran, it tailing me. The thing came down fast, and I felt a sharp pain. I quickly dropped to the ground, holding my head, "Ow!" I whined.