Bendy and the ink machine one shots and headcannons

Projectionist!NormanX Wally

What if Wally finally gotta 'outta here' and came back thirty years later?
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AU

Wally's POV——

I gave a rather large, irritated sigh as I hopped out of the lift. I knew deep down it was a mistake coming back into this dump, and I've been kicking' myself ever since I stepped into the damn building. The hags voice came over the old speakers, and she began talkin' about some projectionist dude. I saw the beast, and the only thing I could think of, was an old friend of mine. Norman. Another song of guilt spread through my chest as I remembered him. He was a close friend of mine, and we shared a lot of time together. He was like a brother to me. I drug my hand down my face, sighing. "Alright, Wally. You got this, just go walk through this, ink flooded room. That you have DEFINITELY cleaned before. Find these weird inky organs, and gtfo before you, die or something" I muttered as I wandered down the stairs and into the giant ink pool. God, now I was sure I'd cleaned this at LEAST once.

I grabbed a goo-y ink organ thing, and shivered as it sort of molded into my hand, kinda like one of those slime stress balls. I went around, collecting hearts, and avoiding what I knew as Norman at this point. After I picked up five, I booked it back to the stairs. Good thing I never take the lift, I hate that thing. I set the hearts down for a moment, just so I could, ya know, not fuckin hold them. That's when I saw the light. Not literally of course, I'm not religious. It was a projector light, which had a sort of blue tint. I turned in the direction the light was coming from, and saw the projectionist, or, Norman, sitting down in the ink, watching me. His head was tilted to the side, kinda like a curious cat. I couldn't help but smile at his as I rested my arms on the banister in front of me. "So, do you remember me? Or what?" I asked the creature. He nodded at me. My smiles widened slightly. "Do you wanna come with me? I'm sure you're just about as tired as I am of this hell hole" he nodded his projector head, and stood himself up. His cords and wires were swinging about as he trudged his way up the stairs. I lightly pet his projector, and picked up the hearts, shivering again. We both went to elevator, and since the stairs didn't go down this far, I was forced to take that damn thing. He, Norman, and Boris all road the elevator up. On our way out of this mess.