Bendy x Reader Guilt Tripping (BATIM)

Chapter 15 The Drum Major Never Lies

 "So, where's this "cool thing" you spoke of, Boris?" Bendy asked looking ahead down the road. The sun was going down which was really Boris's cue to show them what it was.

"You'll know when we get there!" the wolf chirped.

They sky was a bright orangish-pink and the tree leaves rustled in the wind. There were suspiciously few people out and about on a day like this. That was when you remembered that everyone was probably out at the mall because of the evening sales that happen every Wednesday. It was hard to keep track of the days in the animation studio. If Sammy hadn't said anything earlier, you would've assumed it was Friday.

"Can't I hop up there with you?!" Bendy whined from the ground. Once again he was walking with Boris carrying you. It both annoyed him and filled him with jealousy. Well, you can't have it all.

Boris shook his head no at Bendy. "Sorry, but my shoulders are still tuckered out from carrying you to that lake the other day. I need a break too, you know."

The ink demon sighed to himself but continued without another complaint. Looking ahead, he saw a tall and wide structure. It was obviously a building with an enormous parking lot. Was this what Boris wanted them all to see? Upon closer inspection, you recognized the building. With dread. "M-My high school?!"

"Yep. But it's not like we're going inside. School's out for the day. Everyone's probably off doing homework or some after school activity. We should be the only ones out here," Boris replied strolling into the parking lot. He knew you probably didn't want to be there.

At first glance, you wondered why he had brought you there. However, with another step forward you saw a silver tower stretching for the sky. A winding staircase slowly made its way up to the top. Numbers that would be on a football field were written in the parking lot. It then occurred to you that this was the practice marching band parking lot. The one that would have marching band and color guard students marching on it around the clock in the fall and summer. It was spring now so it wouldn't be long before more marching band practices started being held. Boris made his way to the door of the tower. The band tower.

"Whoa... What's this for?" Bendy asked staring up at the tall tower in wonder.

You looked up at it trying to remember what it was for. "It's the band tower. The director stands at the top of that tower to help supervise the marching students while their marching. You know, to help out with fixing and cleaning their form and stuff like that. It's easier to monitor that stuff from high up where you can see everyone," you explained.

"Wow. That's cool. But who helps out with the time? Surely there's got to be more than a ticking metronome keeping people in sync," Bendy inquired hoping you'd have an answer.

"There are people called drum majors who direct the entire marching band and color guard by moving their hands in time with the metronome."

"But what if they don't do it at the correct speed? Then they'd be lying to everyone!" Bendy exclaimed.

"DRUM MAJORS NEVER LIE! Just because they don't! If they lie, everything's wrong, so they're always right. Even if they're wrong, if everyone follows them, then they're right," you told him feeling like you were making a way too big of a deal over a varsity activity that you didn't get involved in (unless if you actually do).

The door to the band tower was locked. Bendy half-heartedly kicked the door with his foot. It sounded like he kicked a metal fence and the clanging noise rang on for a good twenty seconds. "It's not opening. What are we gonna do? Climb it?"

"Maybe," Boris said.

"Are you Spider Man or something because I don't think I'd trust you climbing up that thing unless if you were," you told him seriously.