~Dramaturgy~ [Batim AU Project]

Chapter 1: Acting Is The Greatest Form Of Deception

     "Bendy! Watch Out!" Susie Campbell shouted. She acted as Alice Angel for Joey Drew Studios. She reached dramatically for the camera. Alan Wickerman, Bendy's actor, stumbled backwards off the stage and onto netting below. "CUT!" The sound of the megaphone pierced through the air. Henry, the writer and director of the Bendy cartoons called for break.
         He went over to Alan and Eddie Grey (Boris), whom was helping him out of the net. "Ha! Henry? Lil' help? Horn got stuck again!" He, Susie, Eddie, and Henry all fell into a fit of laughter. With a bit of a tug, they freed the pseudo-demon from the net. "Hey, thanks, Pal." Alan spoke with a high voice, (which was slightly nasal) and had a bit of a Brooklyn accent.
           This wasn't the first time this had happened. Alan had gotten the artificial horns stuck on a lot of things. It never got old. Susie giggled from atop the set. "Gee, Alan, you're just as clumsy as the little devil darlin' himself!"  She had a voice as smooth as silk with a slight southern drawl, and could sing like, well, an angel! "Watch out-" She put the back of her hand to her forehead and pretended to faint. She fell backwards into the net as well. Eddie helped her down, and curtsied. It was always a good time at the studio. Well, when Joey wasn't around. As the producer, Joey ran it all, and was always in a bad mood.
        While Henry was congratulating the trio for a good performance, stomping was heard from the hallway. The door swung open. It was Joey Drew, the man himself. "Miss Campbell!" He marched over to where she was standing. Susie straightened her dress. "Y-yes sir?"  "You need to show more passion! The kids watching may not know the difference, but their parents will!" He turned to Alan. "Your horns were crooked! The editing team is gonna have to work overtime for that! They'll get mad at me, because I don't pay overtime!" Alan looked to his shoes. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
Henry looked slightly distressed. He felt bad for the actors. They worked hard, for God's sakes! "Joey, that's no reason to chastise them! They're plastic horns on a flimsy headband! And Susie has a headache, because of that blasted ink machine over our heads makin' such a racket! Give 'em a rest, Joey." Joey grumbled and left. *"We'll just have to fix that, won't we?"*
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The trio chatted merilly in the break room. They were joined by other workers as well. "I don't be seein' what the big deal is. So what if went and painted some of those Bendy dolls with a crooked smile? That's no reason for Mister Drew to be flyin' off the handle at me." Sean Flynn griped. He was normally a happy guy. Eddie  turned to him. "We need a bar here, don't we?" he joked. Sean chuckled. "A pub WOULD be nice." Susie laughed.
         Alan stared into the distance. "Alan?" no awnser. He stared at a book sitting on the table. 'The Illusion Of Living'. The mere title sent shivers through him. "Mister Drew seems a bit sketchy to me. I just don't trust him." Susie patted his arm. "Hey, he's probably just stressed, bein' the producer and all." "I sure hope so."

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